“D'you suppose the Ministry knows about time-delayed poisons?” “Unlike
“D'you suppose the Ministry knows about time-delayed poisons?” “Unlikely. Scrimgeour might, I don’t think the others do. It’s always been a family business.” “By family you mean us, purebloods.” “Quite.” “Don’t you think we ought to tell them ‘Cissa?” “They don’t need to know dear, I’m sure they have it all figured out and they can’t quite point fingers without causing trouble.” “I suppose Draco knows what’s what.” “If you mean, is he in touch with his European acquaintances, yes. Though I don’t think his acquaintances publicize their plans for murder, you know.” “Pity. We might have badgered their Ministries into relaxing their rules on diplomatic immunity.” “It sets a bad precedent here. Besides its all so terribly exciting. Like a trashy novel by M. de Gardiner.” “'Cissa!” “Oh Andy, does it matter? As long as they don’t come sniffing around here, it’s quite all right.” “And when they find our accounts at Gringotts have been emptied?” “European acquaintances dear,” Narcissa waves her hand lightly, “We’re a terribly well connected family.” “And I suppose Mars had something to do with it,” says Andromeda drily. “Dear Mars, he’s been such a help to us all.” “I’m sure Auror Potter will see it in the same light.” “We’ll find a way, Andy, we’ll always find a way.” -- source link