"You really shouldn't have made those promises you made with that rhinoceros." L complained after he heard back from his team.
"I only told him I know somebody who can help him." the Green Lantern replied, "But if you're not helping him, how does that make you better than the people you're fighting against?"
L sighed, just when Keiko asked him: "Anyway, do you have anything on what he said?"
"Yes." L replied, "When he said Fort Boggart, he meant Fort Boyard. It's an old prison in the Mediterranean."
"Of course." Keiko snorted, "The last place we'd look for a criminal is a prison."
"You'd almost think that these big criminals have some kind of... obsession with being locked up." Katie hissed.
"Well now..." Potter started, "... Green Lantern, what you did back there, stopping that beast from causing any more harm, and getting information from him... I'd say you've proven yourself to be worthy of..."
"Are you relieving me already?" the Green Lantern interrupted, "In the middle of it all, before we even got this Sardines?"
"Sardonis." L corrected him.
"This Sardonis?" Green Lantern continued, "You must be out of your mind."
"Am I?" Potter replied, "I didn't know I could... oh, sarcasm."
Behind his mask, the Green Lantern raised an eyebrow. Potter must have spend so much time among wizards, he can't recognize common expressions anymore.
"I sent all the necessary information to that palmtop again, so you should be able to find Fort Boyard before the end of the day."
"Finally, we'll get this over with." Katie said.
Meanwhile, at Fort Boyard, the real Nepomucenos was in a room, sitting next to a bed, where a man was lying down, who had tubes attached to his arm and a breather-mask on his face. At that time, Nepomucenos was pacing the room, making the man in bed nervous.
"Will you..." pauses for coughing, "... stop pacing like that!"
"I am sorry, Mr. Sardonis." Nepomucenos replied, "But first we lost Bebop and Rocksteady, and now Niemand, Crabbe and Goyle haven't returned. It's like somebody's on to us and already taking us all out."
The man, Sardonis laughed, though his health (and coughs) wouldn't allow him to cough for very long: "You... idiot. Why should you... worry about that? Soon, Dr Mortis has finished the better potion, and when I drink of it, nothing can stop me."
"How can you be so confident of that?" Nepomucenos asked.
"Because whoever..." Sardonis replied, "... is trying to catch me, can't be as... much of a genius as I am."
Nepomucenos was about to ask that if Sardonis were such a genius, how could he have ever been caught, but decided against it.
This is when the door opened. A tall man in a black suit with white stripes entered.
"Boss." he said, "Dr Mortis lets me know his potion is perfected and is ready to test it.
Sardonis coughed a few times before he could reply: "Wonderful... Sam, let him come over here. I'll test it."
"You?" the man, Sam, hesitated, "But boss, what if..."
"Even if it doesn't work..." Sardonis got agitated, which only worsened his cough, "... I'll take my chances."
Sam shrugged and left the room.
As Sam shut the door behind him when he left, he met with one of his associates. A man half his own size, who may be mistaken for a young child if it wasn't for his beard.
"What happened in there?" the little man asked.
"The boss wants to take the potion now." Sam answered, "He doesn't even care if it doesn't work, Lowie."
"Ah." was all that the little man, Lowie, could say.
As Sardonis awaited for the doctor to give him his potion, Sardonis thought back about how this all started. He remembered when he started his little mob, he had many great plans to become the world's most powerful man. Unfortunately, there was one detective agency that always stood in his way. It was that same agency that got him jailed in the first place, and got him sentenced for twenty years. And for a man of his age, twenty years in jail meant that he will die in the prison cell. Which he didn't, but since he got out, age was still getting the best of him. Breathing became more difficult with each passing day, he could barely stand on his own legs, and can't move many of his muscles. Luckily, with the help of his old contacts, as well as new ones from jail (like Nepomucenos), he was able to stay somewhere underground, so when the day comes that he dies, the press won't know about it. Even though he wouldn't live for long anymore, the thought that the world will be relieved of his demise was what frightened him near death. But even with these precautions, it still didn't make his situation any better, until his old associate came with an idea. He told him about the old legend of Astérix, which mentioned a potion, that had all his interests. He had somehow become aware of some kind of underground world, where wizards still existed, and speculated that if the formula to this potion still existed, it would be in that underground world. Hearing this made Sardonis realize that if he had this potion himself, it would help him regain his strength. Unfortunately, this potion is known to have temporary effects, but Mortis would try and find a way to make its effects permanent. But to be able to finance all the equipment, Sardonis and Mortis had agreed to make the potion as it was originally written down, and sell it to the people as if it were a drug that people needed. The same would go with any newer version of the drug. Only the one with ever-lasting effects would be for Sardonis himself.
What Sardonis didn't know, was that Nepomucenos had some plans of his own. The only reason he stuck close to Sardonis, was because if and when the potion was finished, he would take it for himself, and become the strongest and most powerful man in the world. This way, not even that underground organisation that stopped him before, or any such organisation, would dare to face and stop him.