Chapter 1073 ? Let's Make a Choice as Soon as Possible

The wizards at the venue seemed to be surprised by the sudden announcement of Harris and his son. After a brief moment of silence, heated discussions erupted in the venue.

"Crazy, has he thought through the consequences? Once Britain leaves the International Federation of Wizards, most of the agreements will be invalidated, not to mention trade and even population circulation will become a problem."

"I don't believe that the United Kingdom will withdraw from the membership. He should only be threatening. This is coercing the president of the International Federation of Wizards!"

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Allen and Owen acted unreasonably, and the sudden request to withdraw from the meeting made Madam Maxim anxious: "Minister Owen Harris, Commissioner Alan Harris, the British Ministry of Magic should proceed with caution... Losing diplomacy, the British Ministry of Magic It is a huge loss for both countries and other countries."

"Everyone, please keep quiet." Akinbad forced himself to calm down, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Owen and said, "Minister Owen Harris, regarding the withdrawal from the International Federation of Wizards, we don't want to talk about other procedures, even if you It's a minister, I'm afraid I don't have the power to make decisions for the entire British magic community..."

"I don't need to worry about this, the president. I ask myself that I haven't wasted time in the past few years. I have won a little reputation in the UK..." Allen has not backed down for a long time, "I will do my best to call on us British wizards to do this when I go back. a little."

Everyone is aware of Allen's appeal in England at this time, not to mention how much Muggles and half-blood wizards worship and superstition him, even if there are some pure-bloods who have ideas that don't deal with Harris, Allen once again defeated him head-on this time. You-Know-Who has also changed his attitude since then, and if Harris is desperate to get Britain out of the International Confederation of Wizards, they may indeed be able to do so.

Aginbad also knows that whether it is Allen, who is the top combat force, or the British Ministry of Magic, which has reformed armed Aurors in the middle and lower ranks, it is enough to ensure that they are not afraid of any threat of force in the process-after all, the International Federation of Wizards But there is no way to convene the magic circles of all countries in the world to work together on this kind of thing, and to spend resources on this kind of thing at the risk of a doomed war that will cause heavy casualties.

"In addition, the British Ministry of Magic will re-establish diplomatic relations with other magic circles and sign new trade contracts on its own after this. We, the UK, have been trying to seek common development with other magic circles, and to... assist each other..." Owen pronounced the word "assistance" very well. Loudly, he looked around at the expressions of the wizards in the venue, then nodded with a satisfied smile.

As if worried about angering the other party and making the matter completely out of control, Akinbad's tone was no longer as blunt as before, and he almost begged to persuade, "...After all, our current goal is to jointly attack the mysterious person and maintain the secrecy law, please Take care of the overall situation... We don't need to make such a trivial matter to such an extent."

"A small matter? Now the president, but you called the International Federation of Wizards meeting for such a small matter..." Allen raised his eyebrows, "Besides, since you want to take care of the overall situation, why not you, the president, to take care of the overall situation? I think we in the UK have There were many times in this meeting where the bigger picture was…”

He was told by the other party three times to take care of the overall situation, and he was so angry that he was stunned on the stage. Aginbad had no idea how to end it. He didn't expect that he planned to just fight back the inexplicable hostility of the United Kingdom towards him all the time, and teach them a lesson. Meetings can end up completely embarrassing yourself.

An apology in a private meeting is fine, the other side is still asking for a public apology and clarification; and if you don't agree, even if the possibility is small, it doesn't even matter whether the matter is accomplished or not, because the president of the International Federation of Wizards has no reason to target members. It is unheard of for the United States to apply to withdraw from the association, which will make Akinbad feel that his president has lost face and will be recorded in history.

Then, the vague voice of Alan Harris sounded from the bottom of Akinbad's heart, "Dear Babajid, how is it? Although silence and inaction are also the third option, but after a long time, it will only make you more serious. It’s just embarrassing, let’s make a choice as soon as possible.”

Akinbad was startled, knowing that the other party was using code words to communicate with him, so he also asked the answer he had always wanted to know in his heart: "Why? Is it because Britain wants to get back the chairmanship? "

"Babajid...you misunderstood, we Harris have no interest in this position..."

After that, on the second day after the International Federation of Wizards meeting ended. In France, in the depths of a deep and vast forest, all kinds of trees and bushes are intertwined and densely mixed. The branches and leaves of the undergrowth are too dense, and even wild goats cannot get through.

Dozens of black smoke-like figures suddenly appeared from the void, and one of the taller wizards split a clump that was entangled with his magic robe with a magic wand, "Unlucky, I broke it... Who chose the master?" Such a place is really quite hidden.”

"The jungle in Port Vecchio, the local Muggles describe it like 'If you commit a murder, then hide in the jungle in Vecchio.' This is a good place to hide your base." The slightly shorter dark wizard suddenly He lowered his body and got into a dark cave.

"How are you doing in Corte Town?" The half of the tall wizard's face exposed under the fluorescent light was particularly gloomy.

"It's not that good," said the short wizard annoyed. "You can't even imagine that there are so few remaining gold galleons in the famous Miller Farley family...I had to take some hard-to-sell artworks...But Their pastries are pretty good."

"These famous families all have their own vaults in Gringotts. It's normal to keep a small amount of cash...but you dare to eat their pastries..." The tall wizard's expression became a little joking, "I don't know if it's from their family. Luc Miller Farley? A famous pastry chef indeed, but famous for poisoning Mudbloods with pastries..."

This made the short man take out a bottle of universal antidote with a horrified expression and pour it down for himself, and then threw away a bag that had been cast with a traceless stretching spell like throwing some poisonous snake or pest.

The tall black wizard kept laughing at him and walked towards the hinterland of the cave together. The terrain dropped suddenly, and the two of them held their breath and carefully walked down the winding path - the signs on the wall proved that this path It was not long before these black wizards used magic to transform them.

It was only later that the light in front of them suddenly brightened a lot. They squinted their eyes, and it took a long time to get used to the very dazzling light compared to the dark tunnel they had just passed through.

The tall wizard shook his head, his arm was hot with the Death Eater's mark, and all kinds of information about people who pronounced Voldemort's name were imported into his brain, which made him even more restless. It's just that the figure in the mountainside hall in front of him made him dare not complain at all, and he didn't even dare to show his breath. He pulled his companions and stood quietly among the Death Eaters standing silently on both sides.

Flaming torches surrounded the stone wall, and a luxurious carpet almost covered the entire stone floor, and the man who made them fear was standing barefoot on the furry carpet, and the jumping flames reflected his pale complexion. On the face, the description is terrifying.

"So none of you have heard from Gregorovich yet..." Voldemort's high-pitched, clear voice sounded in this space.

"Master... Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix have also started to move in Germany... They stopped us..." The Death Eaters were silent, lowered their heads, and even slowed down their breathing, for fear of offending the angry Dark Lord .

"You want to tell me now that not only did you not get the information I wanted, but someone leaked it?" Voldemort put his slender fingers on the death mark on his arm, and then resisted the urge to pull out his wand: These idiots are ineffective, but they are more loyal than those who fled. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes dangerously and took a deep breath. The remaining rationality made him understand that he still needs more men to do things, and as long as the plundering goes well If you regain enough resources, you will be able to recruit enough people as soon as possible, and regroup your forces—and those guys who run away at the wrong time can also use the imprint to determine the location and give them a "fatal punishment" ’ or ‘forgiveness’.

"Master, the supplies I brought from England this time have been counted and put into storage..." Lucius Malfoy's voice eased the silence of the scene, and he just walked in from the door and bowed to Voldemort.

"Very well, Lucius, you have always proved your loyalty to me with your actions..." Voldemort's cold voice rarely showed satisfaction, and he raised his own "Hand of Vecna" He cut off his arm, turned his wrist a few times, and pointed to the Death Eaters standing beside him, "Lucius and you all swore to be loyal to me forever when we were in England, and have followed me until now, Your loyalty has been tested and is much more reliable and sincere than these new Death Eaters."

"Master, these things are of no use lying in Malfoy's vault in Gringotts," Lucius Malfoy lowered his body, "My father taught me that money must be spent with value before it can be used." It's called wealth... If they can serve their master to share the worries, then they will be of great value to Malfoy."

"Mr. Abraxas Malfoy, who was able to oust that mudblood Minister of Magic with tricks...Huh?" Voldemort raised his head, and he praised with a rare smile during this time. The Death Eater in the corner seemed unable to restrain himself, and glanced at his arm from time to time, "But I noticed that some of us seem not very happy recently... Is there anything that bothers you, Avery? "

"Master, I didn't...I didn't...I didn't..." Avery said tremblingly, sweat dripped from his forehead and upper lip, but he didn't dare to move.

"Lie! Master! He is unhappy because of the imprint!" Bellatrix touched the belly kicked by the fetus because of her emotional ups and downs, and licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue, "...But Master ...It seems that there are more and more idiots who dare to pronounce the master's name recently...It seems that there are still many dirty mudbloods!" Bellatrix's expression twitched a few times, and she seemed to be more insane than her master, "They How dare you directly say the name of the great Dark Lord! How did they get it!... After I give birth, I will kill them one by one."

Hearing Bella's doubts, Lucius glanced at Voldemort quietly, and then he was sure that the Dark Lord who "knows things like a god" in Bella's heart may be because the environment here has not seen the news that has caused a lot of trouble recently. The reason—and he himself had just returned from England, so he couldn't pretend to be confused and say he didn't know, otherwise Voldemort would know sooner or later.

Lucius sighed silently, wiped the sweat off his lips with trembling hands, and said carefully in a low voice, "Master, I came back from England this time...brought some news...it should be related to this..."

Lucius took a step forward, held up his collection of "Daily Prophet" and other magazines with both hands, and dedicated them to Voldemort.