Hermione was silent for a few seconds, processing everything.
Then she slowly turned back to Angelina.
"Senior… then your father took the mantle of your grandfather?" Hermione asked carefully.
Angelina shook her head with a small smile.
"Nope."
That single word already felt heavy.
"After Grandpa Edmund died," Angelina continued,
"Lucien became the heir. The very first thing he did was ask Grandpa Edgar to retire."
Harry looked up again.
"He told him that he was old enough to rest," Angelina said, her voice steady,
"and that if he ever needed anything, he could just ask."
Angelina paused, then added with quiet pride,
"So Grandpa Edgar retired."
The Great Hall felt strangely still.
"Even though my family isn't the richest," Angelina continued,
"I can say this much—we're second-generation rich."
Hermione frowned slightly.
"And your father's name?"
Angelina answered casually.
"Thomas Johnson."
That name hit harder than Edmund Lionhardt.
Hermione went completely still.
Several older students exchanged looks.
Harry tilted his head.
"…Is something wrong?"
Hermione slowly turned toward him.
"Harry," she said carefully,
"you know how Professor Snape is considered one of the best in potions, right? Just like Lucien told you."
Harry nodded.
"Well," Hermione continued,
"in the Muggle business world, over the last few years, there are only a few people recognized as absolute geniuses."
She raised a finger.
"Lady Gamma — CEO of the Lionhardt Group."
Another finger.
"Lady Yasaka — COO of the Lionhardt Group."
Another.
"Lady Venelana — Chairman of the Lionhardt Group."
She paused, then added quietly,
"And finally… Thomas Johnson."
Harry's breath caught.
Hermione went on.
"A financial genius. Director of the Lionhardt Group. Someone every corporation on the planet would queue up to hire."
She looked around the table.
"But they all work under one family."
She looked directly at Harry.
"The Lionhardt family."
Angelina puffed out her chest proudly.
"Ain't my papa great?"
Hermione opened her mouth.
Then closed it again.
Harry slowly leaned back in his chair.
Around them, students from sacred families—purebloods, half-bloods—were quietly realizing something unsettling.
Lucien Lionhardt wasn't just powerful.
His people were powerful too.
And more terrifying than wealth or influence—
The Lionhardt family treated their allies
like family.