Chapter 178 Rochiel's Role
As they waited eagerly, the Rocher family received a small package containing only a letter to be mailed, a list of names, and Miss Riddle's instructions.
"Trev Ewing?" Annika Rochier was 14 years old and had attended the first year at Hogwarts. Her father was imprisoned just halfway through the semester, and then she was transferred to Beauxbatons. She was sure that she had never heard of this young man's name three years ago.
"It was someone before us." Dag took off the gold galleons stuck to the envelope, which was said to be the courier fee. He knew Della's intention and sighed softly. "It can't be helped, Annie. We have to pay."
"But such an unknown person..." Annika was still a little unconvinced. She stood in front of the desk and glared at the ink bottle beside her.
"He is far superior to us in vision and opportunity." Dagti nodded to his daughter and sat there to continue reading Della's instructions. While reading, he unconsciously glanced at the list at hand.
"How is it, Dad?" Annika saw her father's little action and asked anxiously.
"You should have waited until I finished reading the letter before asking. Being impatient is not a good thing, Anne." Having said that, Dager's tone to his daughter was still very gentle, and he immediately answered her daughter's question, "This list is Miss Riddle's future contact list."
"What?" Annika didn't react immediately. She looked at the not-so-long list, then at her father's face, and immediately her eyes lit up with joy. "She gave us the right to handle the letters!"
"Yes, Annie," Dager smiled. Maybe it was because he was talking to his daughter, so even though he was still too thin, the expression on his face was not so ugly. "Except for the people on the list, we will handle all the letters from others."
And the list they have in their hands represents the trust that Della Riddle has placed in them.
Rozier will be grateful for this trust and will do his best to repay it.
"Can I read the letters with you later, Dad?" Annika looked at her father expectantly.
"Of course, just like when we were kids, I'll always let you get in touch with what you want, Anne." Dag Rochel trained his youngest daughter as his successor when she showed ambition and talent, but his eldest daughter Maria... was a little too much like her mother and was not suitable to be a successor.
"Miss Riddle said that except for important matters that need to be reported, we can consider whether to reply to other letters at our discretion. It is up to us how to reply." Dag put down the letter, rested his elbows on the table, clasped his hands, and looked at his daughter. "What will you do and how will you reply?"
"Of course -" Annika, who was about to say that she would do her best to maintain the relationship, paused, feeling that such a simple answer did not match her father's serious action. Her eyes sparkled, and she recalled her meeting with Della that day with pain and reverence.
She recalled Della Riddle's behavior, reviewed Della Riddle's logic, and was afraid of Della Riddle's strength.
"We are going to show Miss Riddle's nobility?" Annika looked at her father and chose her words word by word.
"Yes, we have to try our best to show her appearance through language, and Miss Riddle doesn't want an approachable image." Dag nodded, satisfied with his daughter's understanding, "and I think there is no one better than us to do this."
"What?" Annika didn't understand the second half of her father's sentence.
"There is a price to pay for abandoning my homeland and coming here to see Riddle, Anne. The wizards of Country Y will reject me because of this, and the wizards of Country F will only think that I am a Y-country person with a London accent. But this is now a ready-made excuse for Miss Riddle's high status."
"Because Rochiel will act like a foreign wizard in front of Y country wizards, and act like a Y country wizard in front of foreign wizards." Dag continued.
In short, Rocher now has to act like a mad dog who has succeeded in his villainy, yelling to the people outside, "It's not that Della Riddle is arrogant, but I just don't like you", so that these people will wander outside and not be able to enter. But later, if he is unlucky, the mad dog will be dragged out and treated as a scapegoat.
Annika understood what her father meant and thought of the uncertain future. She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.
"We have to pay, Anne, it is very important to seize the initiative," Dag advised his daughter, "You see, a young boy offered his loyalty first, and we have to share the gold with him."
"...I understand, Dad." When she looked up again, Annika's eyes regained their usual brightness and her expression relaxed. "Look at the bright side. Now I can embarrass those who gossiped about me in the past in the letter."
"And no matter what our attitude is, they always beg us to give them a chance to work for Miss Riddle." Dag and his daughter smiled and continued to pick up Della's instructions and read them.
"She also wants...a detailed report on other family forces and industries in the magical world of Country F." Dag frowned, not quite understanding Della's intention of wanting this. After all, she didn't seem to have any plans to gather many forces.
"We can't guess what other people are thinking all the time. We just need to do our own thing well." Annika leaned forward half of her body and tentatively told her father about his past teachings.
"You are right, Annie." Dager lowered his eyes and smiled with a complicated expression, "There are only subordinates who are good at guessing what others are thinking, but no second-in-command with strong leadership."
Rocher, who was once in a high position, became a dog crawling in front of a 13-year-old girl after a prison sentence and a trial.
In fact, everyone knew that Della Riddle herself did not have much, but the authority left by the Dark Lord on her was unmatched by any wealth and power.
How can a person with wealth and power be better than a person who controls life and death?
Dag saw this, so he lowered his head.
"Hmm? She even asked about your sister's coming-of-age ceremony." Dag's tone rose, and he looked up at his daughter, "Maybe you can look for Miss Riddle more often after you go to school. I feel like she's pretty kind to you."
kind?
Annika didn't notice at all, all she could remember was the pressure.
"But, gold..." Annika thought that her father would take her to familiarize herself with it in advance this time.
"We have a relative who is a school director. It's not difficult to ask for leave. Of course I will take you there." Dag felt that the two things were not contradictory at all. Annika could be a good student and a qualified successor at the same time. "Let me tell you first. You know that there was a saint here."
"Wenda Rosier." Annika immediately gave the name.
"Grindelwald, whom she followed, caused a riot in Country M, killing a Muggle and destroying a station. It was said that the situation was properly handled at the time, and the Muggles' bad memories were cleared. However," Dag laughed disdainfully, "not everyone regards chaos and death as bad memories."
"Those who firmly believed they were not insane began to seek ways to cooperate with magic, and some of us saw the influence of Muggles on gold, so some cooperation was reached."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Annie." When talking about Muggles, the condescending and disdainful expression returned to Dag's face. "Whether we are there or not, the Muggle economy is always a mess, and our cooperation with them can save them a lot of trouble."
"I wouldn't have any psychological burden, Dad," Annika's voice rose and then fell suddenly, showing her indifference to Muggles to the extreme, "We are not the same as them."
Forced by the situation, they bowed their heads in front of others, but something was deeply engraved in their bones. They were still arrogant and conceited, and would hardly change.