Lionhardt Mansion — The Cleansweep Verdict
The study room of Lionhardt Mansion was quiet—but heavy.
Scrolls, ledgers, enchanted parchments, and floating rune-screens hovered in the air as Grayfia stood at the head of the table.
Across from her sat:
Edgar Johnson — sharp-eyed, calm, and ruthless with numbers Gamma — expression cold, mind razor-focused Yasaka — serene, but with a calculating gaze Venelana and Claire — silently reviewing layered reports
The final document closed itself with a snap.
Edgar removed his glasses.
"…There is no ambiguity."
Gamma nodded. "Multiple shell accounts."
Venelana added, "False expense reporting."
Claire followed, voice calm but icy. "At least seven confirmed laundering channels."
Yasaka exhaled slowly.
"They weren't just failing as a broom company," she said.
"They were bleeding money on purpose."
Grayfia folded her hands.
"So the conclusion is unanimous."
Everyone nodded.
Cleansweep hadn't merely mismanaged itself.
It had rotted from the inside.
Edgar tapped the table once.
"Legally speaking, this gives us absolute leverage. Criminal violations, tax evasion, breach of magical trade law."
Gamma smirked faintly.
"I'm almost glad they resisted the takeover."
Yasaka smiled slightly. "It makes dismantling them… cleaner."
Angelina's Question
From the side of the room, Angelina—who had been listening quietly—spoke up.
"…So what is Lucien planning to do with it?"
Gamma turned to her.
"Combine it."
Angelina blinked. "Combine…?"
Yasaka continued smoothly.
"Firebolt and Cleansweep won't exist separately anymore."
Venelana added, "Lucien intends to merge their assets, research teams, and production lines."
Claire nodded. "One company. One vision."
Angelina's eyes widened slightly.
"…Then what about distribution?"
Gamma gestured toward a projected map of the wizarding world.
"You've probably noticed something," she said.
"Many prime storefront locations are… empty."
Abandoned alleys in Diagon Alley.
Unused corners of Hogsmeade.
Vacant trade halls in European wizarding districts.
Yasaka's voice was calm—but confident.
"We will establish Lionhardt Stores."
Exclusive.
Unified.
Global.
"One brand," Gamma said,
"for brooms, magical mobility devices, experimental flight platforms—"
Angelina inhaled softly.
"…Lucien is building an empire."
Grayfia smiled faintly.
"He already has one," she said.
"This is simply giving it wings."
The Financial Blueprint
Edgar leaned forward.
"If that's the direction, I'll draft a full restructuring plan."
He ticked points off on his fingers.
"Asset seizure from Cleansweep's illegal accounts."
"Debt absorption and cleanup via Lionhardt capital."
"Firebolt's R&D preserved and accelerated."
"Unified branding under Lionhardt Holdings."
"International patent shielding."
Gamma and Yasaka exchanged a glance.
"Exactly what we were thinking," Gamma said.
Yasaka nodded. "Draft it. Full scale."
Edgar stood, already summoning his notes.
"I'll have the first version ready within the week."
As he turned to leave, he paused.
"…Lucien has frightening instincts."
Grayfia replied evenly.
"He doesn't just see profit," she said.
"He sees systems."
Edgar smiled once.
"That's what makes him dangerous."
Then he left the mansion.
Aftermath
Angelina stared at the table for a moment longer.
"…He's still just a student."
Gamma chuckled softly.
"Lucien is many things."
Yasaka added, eyes distant,
"Student just happens to be his current disguise."
Somewhere in France, Lucien laughed at Voldemort's impending doom.
And in England—
The foundations of a wizarding commercial revolution had just been signed into existence.