"Not enough to be a Ravenclaw," Stephen said, laughing. He liked the boy, but knowledge seemed to be a mean to an end, and that was all right... for a Slytherin.
He closed the door, and stepped inside, sitting down in front of Snape. "As much as I enjoy discussing the academic abilities of our students, I wanted to talk to you about something completely different. I know Terry talked to you about the Fidelius, but I'm not sure how much he has told you."
This was the hard part. Snape could think he was insane and it wasn't worth it, and then Adrian would never let him do this. On the other hand, if he convinced Snape, Adrian woulnd't bitch too much. "Remember when you found him, I told you I had a way to bomb the place? Well, I was thinking that magic won't go through the Fidelius, but Muggle weapons would. If we could get into Upper Slaughter, make a few wards go boom in the right place, enough for Terry to find the location of the explosion and calculate the perimeter of the town, we could fly over it and bomb the fuck out of them. Not elegant, I admit, and not even 100% effective, but it would put them in the defensive, and people might change their minds about the protection that the Lestranges give them. What do you think?"