"Its headed by a greedy family of wizards who are more business saavy than battle saavy. It goes back at least three generations that we know of," Michael sighed. "Possibly a fourth. We can find some circumstantial evidence of tracking back to just around start of the first wizarding war, but those connections are sketchy. The connections become more solid at the second wizarding war.
"One night, Robert killed the father of the man who runs the organization now. That happened just a few years after Khaat and Brian graduated from Hogwarts. Brian had been sucked into some form of training or another from the time he went to live with the Lupins, but he trained full time as a fighter when he graduated. He went to live in Paris just a couple of weeks before Robert got into a duel and, fortunately or unfortunately, Robert won. The good part is obvious. The downside is that his son took over, and he sees children as mere commodities. He refers to them as units, not people. He sees himself as merely a trader.
"He's tangled with Brian repeatedly. He's sworn to kill Robert for killing his father, Brian because Brian is actively dedicated to stopping him, and Khaat because she's the easiest pawn that would get a rise out of Brian and Robert. I'm telling you this in reverse order deliberately. You have a right to the history, and you have a right to understand he is a somewhat vulnerable enemy.
"On the other hand, he is very well aware of those vulnerabilities and he does his best to compensate for them. He's not a genius, but neither should you underestimate him. The problem with de-heading the roach is that it doesn't kill the bug. You have to kill the entire bug, and that is easier said than done. Its what they've been working on for a long time.
"If you want to get serious, then you need to take care of that cigar box first. They seem to be fairly pissed off about something or another. I'm not a father, but seeing as that they're all screaming their teeny lungs out, I presume they want something or another. That is now your department. They irk me. You can send them back, if you choose, when they're verbal and housebroken, but not before.
"And then, if I were you, I'd go see Robert or Brian, get yourself a portkey from one of them, and tell them I told you about Tom. If I give you his last name, your mother will kill me. And there are times she is worthy of being nervous about," Michael pointed out, taking another sip of the firewhiskey. He scowled at the screaming babies in the box. "Shall we give them a bit?" he gestured to the firewhiskey. "Might pacify them for a few hours."
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