Chapter 147 – Red Light
In our basement, Quincy was feeding our prisoner a freshly made concoction of a veritaserum. It was better than magically forcing him to spill the beans with some kind of spell. Learning from how some of the Order's agents burst into flames from our school years, it was most reasonable to use potions instead of interrogating him with magic. Not that we learned anything... He was too low in the pecking order, knowing only details we could have gathered easily in different ways anyway. It was worthless, so we simply disposed of him.
"Here," I said calmly, giving Lockhart a wand. "The previous owner no longer needs it. I don't know much about wands, but it should do for now! When we can, we will look for a proper wandmaker and get you one that fits."
"Thank you, Conrad. It will do fine." He smiled, taking the wand and slipping it into his pocket. "I have experience using others' wands."
"It is best to train a little, though. We will still need at least one more person for our heist."
"Are you going to tell me about it now?" Lockhart asked, making me smile, while I nodded at Quincy, who continued as we all sat before the fireplace in the living room.
"We are going to break into Gringotts. In London. Yes... that one!"
"You are..." He whispered, inhaling a cold breath.
"Insane?" I asked with a half-smile.
"Probably... Um, and how would you do it? What would be my role?"
"Oh? Not asking us to not do it?" Quincy joked, making our old Professor smile back at us.
"It is too late for that... And I already told you, I am tired of hiding and running away."