Hogwarts: The Greatest Wizard

Chapter 100: Overwhelming

The Flint family had once held a large reserve of fresh herbs and magical vegetables, but in the recent business war, they had been forced to sell them all—along with their prized herbal garden.

To make matters worse, the wounds caused by werewolf wizards in close combat left victims unable to move for extended periods, with virtually no chance of healing on their own.

At the same time, the Flint family's most skilled wizards had been dispatched to escort the gold Galleons gained from the sale of the herbal garden. As a result, they weren't present at the manor during the attack.

This gave the werewolf wizards overwhelming force. Their assault was swift, coordinated, and brutal as they surged toward the manor villa. Inside, Puff and the other house-elves had already exploited the distraction of the battle to whisk away the true treasures of the Flint family.

Phineas had promised the werewolves that they could keep any gold Galleons or jewelry they found—he wouldn't claim a single Knut.

However, the werewolves had forgotten that in their desperation to win the commercial war against the Black family, the Flints had already invested nearly all of their liquid wealth into their business fronts.

So when the werewolves ransacked the manor, they found mostly old jewelry—difficult to appraise or sell—and magical items, which were actually the most valuable assets left.

But Phineas had made it clear: all magical items and books belonged to him. So while the werewolves profited, it was not as much as they had hoped. In contrast, Phineas, still far away at Hogwarts, reaped an enormous gain.

The assault on the Flint family's base of operations was only the second step in Phineas's plan. The final step was already underway under Kreacher's command.

Puff and her team worked fast—especially with enchanted trunks blessed with the Undetectable Extension Charm.

When the Flint family realized they had been lured away from the manor, they immediately dispatched a distress signal. The escort party guarding the Galleons turned back at once to defend their stronghold. But Puff's plan accounted for this as well.

Intercepting the escort wasn't about killing them. The house-elves used their unique magical abilities to disarm and incapacitate the returning wizards quickly and efficiently. With a snap of their fingers, house-elves could remove a wizard's wand—yet the wizarding world continued to underestimate them.

Phineas did not. He had trained and prepared Puff's unit precisely for such a moment. The result? In just a few days, the Black family not only gained the herbal garden but also recovered the very funds used to purchase it.

There may have been some losses, but the ultimate gain from winning the family war would far exceed them.

A day later, word of the Flint family's devastation spread across the wizarding world. The Black family had already resumed its aggressive business campaign, while the Flints were reeling from the loss of their manor, treasure, and key personnel.

The message was clear to every pure-blood family: the Flint family was defeated. The only question was when they would formally surrender—and whether the Black family would even accept it.

If the Blacks refused, would the Flint family still have enough influence to ask the Wizengamot's Elder Council to intervene? And what kind of reparations would be demanded?

Many pure-blood families felt secretly relieved that the Flints had acted first. Now they had seen the Black family's hidden strength—and were cautious.

Before, they might have scoffed at the idea that Phineas Black still held any trump cards. But now, no one could say that with confidence.

"Looks like we need to adjust our stance toward the Blacks," muttered Herbert Burke, standing before the flames in a dim, stone-walled basement.

He turned to the hunched man in front of him.

"Caractacus, inform our allies not to act against the Black family for now. The Elder Council will intervene soon. Also, tell the more reliable ones to watch their children at school. We need to find out if Phineas has more tricks up his sleeve—before we risk another move."

Caractacus nodded. "Understood, Master. I'll pass the message along."

"Good. Go."

Meanwhile, in Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy lowered the letter he'd been reading and turned to Narcissa.

"Narcissa, do you know anything about your youngest brother, Phineas Black?"

She shook her head. "Hardly. I only saw him once—on his first birthday. The Dark Lord was there. You said he held the boy in high regard, so he forbade me from contacting him. After the Dark Lord's fall, we had our own troubles. I've had no contact since."

Lucius sighed. "We all underestimated him. Even as a child, they said he was clever. I didn't believe it."

"You said he alienated the pure-blood families by reporting so many Death Eaters."

"I did," Lucius admitted. "But now I see it differently. He leveraged the Ministry, the Wizengamot, and Dumbledore's influence to shield himself and consolidate the Black family's assets. While we thought he was just a pawn, he was playing a much deeper game."