Adalricus had spent the past three blissful Potter-free days down in his workshop when one of the spy portraits Albus had installed during his tenure appeared to let him know that the girl had returned. "How the bloody Hell did that happen?!" He thundered back at the miniature copy of Albus who could only shrug with indifference. He snarled and raged at the injustice that the damn brat could be so lucky as he grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at the wall where it shattered upon impact. "I’m done with the subtlety! The next time I attack her, she better have the decency to stay down!" He paced back and forth across the floor trying to come up with a viable alternative to just taking a knife and slitting the brat’s throat when his eyes fell upon one of his latest experiments. The twelfth Salazar clone he’d attempted at recreating had failed to wake up (it still responded to stimuli and could answer questions, but only as if it were having a lucid dream); now he pondered if it was a matter of trying to grow an adult body too fast. "What if I were to start off with a child first?’ His eyes tracked upwards towards the ceiling, "It should be a simple matter to get a sample of your blood, Potter. After that...well, whatever happens will be for the Greater Good."