Chapter 430: Old Men Think Too Much
Orion had it worked out.
Once word got around, anyone curious enough to follow the thread to France and check whether the Black heir was really there would find a Regulus.
Inspecting the repairs to the protective enchantments, dealing with the local staff, coming and going through the proper channels. All of it genuine.
A glance from a distance would confirm the boy was present. Anyone who came closer to poke around would be another matter.
Nobody looked at the Black heir for free.
Measures laid at the key points. Who came, when they came, what methods they used to probe. Whoever walked into it would show themselves.
Death Eaters or otherwise, any party with an interest in Regulus's movements beyond the ordinary would be a name he'd have.
And the fools, too, sticking their necks out on someone else's behalf and rather pleased with their own cleverness.
Enemies had to be guarded against, fools had to be labeled. Later, when there was business to do, he'd know which of them could be used as a knife and which didn't qualify to be one.