Chapter 702 Abraxas Malfoy

"Anyway, we need to create panic and show our existence, since the wizarding world can't..." Voldemort, who was calmer, leaned forward, and the dim yellow light of the chandelier cast a strange light in his red eyes, "Then go Attack Muggles."

Looking at the tense faces of his followers, Voldemort continued, "How about it, Yaxley, will I hear the news that Muggles have died in such a large number that the wizarding world will be shocked next week?"

"Master," Yaxley, with light blond back hair, looked embarrassed, and his voice was hoarse: "My men were all damaged in previous operations, and I need men."

"Let Rabastan bring Gilderoy Lockhart with him, and let that scum see blood." Bellatrix, who was sitting in the middle of the table, let out a piercing baby-like laugh, "Rabastan, this idiot is not Let him die or use the Imperius Curse if you want!"

"Yes." Rodolphus Lestrange's younger brother, Labastan Lestrange responded, he took his brother's place after he lost his hand, but this wizard looks a bit like a python head His character, just as his name is another name for the star Beta in the constellation Draco, which is faintly visible in the night sky, but the star is dim, just as its momentum is also overshadowed by his terrible sister-in-law Bella, and has become used to it. Obey the opponent's command.

There was light laughter around the long table, many people sneered and exchanged pleasant glances with each other - Gilderoy Lockhart was still bragging habitually in Azkaban, writing his books The content of the book was his own experience, and he bragged to the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban. His eloquence is good, and the stories he tells come from the truth after all. Some of the imprisoned Death Eaters misunderstood that he was really a good magic master when they escaped from prison. No one dared to bring him here together, hoping to get the appreciation of his master.

"Crucio." Voldemort raised his wand again, and shook it slightly at the little Mulciber at the bottom left of the table—this time the power was still lighter than that against Travers just now, but it was still the same for little Mulciber. Uncle fell to the ground trembling and screaming. Gilderoy Lockhart, who had just been brought up, had a constipated expression on his face, but now he was so shocked that he retracted into his own shadow. So weak and helpless and innocent.

"You fool, you were deceived by a liar." Although Voldemort's voice was very soft, it clearly overwhelmed the laughter and commotion on the long table. Liar, Voldemort thought of the loss of manpower that would occur in every operation recently. Although it is not to the extent that it affects the foundation, it can no longer be wasted at will. He tried to convince himself with some helplessness in his heart: "At least his forgetting curse not bad……"

At this time, an owl flew in with flapping wings, and landed directly in front of Lucius Malfoy beside Voldemort, everyone's eyes were attracted to it.

"Sorry...Master, this is my son Draco's owl...I can..." Lucius Malfoy raised his head, his voice hoarse.

"Your son, what news will he bring us?" Voldemort turned his head slightly to one side, looked at Lucius, raised his hand slightly, and spared him from interrupting the meeting.

After getting permission, Lucius opened the letter, glanced at it quickly, and handed the letter to Voldemort beside him.

"Master, Draco said that Alan Harris is going to visit my father at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries tomorrow. Because I rarely stay at home except to go to St. Mungo's, he wrote to ask me I don't have time to go to receive...Master, maybe this is an opportunity..." Lucius moved the chair under him and brought himself closer to Voldemort. In fact, he had already received Allen's message in the afternoon. When the news came, thinking of what Allen told him to ask Voldemort, he took the opportunity to ask, "Master, since you know what the other party will do tomorrow, what are you doing?"

Maybe this is an opportunity to attack Alan Harris, why don't we plan ahead? "

"Idiot! That kid is very cunning! Besides, do you think he doesn't know about your situation? Maybe this is trying to attract us to attack him... We can only attack him when we have the right time, and use the most careful Plan to get rid of him once, instead of being led by the nose by him!" Of course, Voldemort, who has no nose, will not be led by the nose by Allen, he just heard Allen's name and couldn't help being a little angry and aggrieved : "Lucius, you go tomorrow, go to receive him, and then come back and report to me."

Just after noon the next day, Allen and his party appeared on the third floor of St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital, in front of the Department of Strange Bacteria Infection.

Hermione handed a bunch of lion's head carnations tied with ribbons to Luna who was empty-handed, and then helped Alan straighten the hood of his magic robe and said, "I won't go in, I'm in the hospital turn around."

If it weren't for Alan and other activities in the tower later, Hermione would not want to come here to visit Draco's grandfather. You don't need to think about what the old man would think of himself as a Muggle-born, although Alan Now, their attitude will not be bad, but why bother to compete with a patient.

"Then Luna and I will go in first." Alan, who understood Hermione's thoughts, nodded, and he said to the captain of the umbrella squad next to him, "Mother Wolf, give me the gift, and you can follow Hermione, and you don't have to follow me." Into the ward."

The ward that Alan entered this time was completely different from the small and dark ward when he visited Arthur last time. It seemed that the Malfoy family had completely enclosed the ward, although there was only a narrow opening on the high wall between the door and the door. Narrow windows, but a crystal bubble in the center of the ceiling and magic lights on the walls provide enough light to the room. The whole room has been decorated, it doesn't look like a ward, but like a rich man's home.

"Mr. Alan Harris, thank you for coming." Lucius Malfoy, who deliberately dressed more elegantly than usual, came forward.

"Alan, thank you for coming to see my grandpa..." Lucius' son Draco followed his father, because his grandfather's illness made his greeting to Alan sound a lot haggard than usual.

"Malfoy and the Harris family have a good relationship, and it is their duty to come to visit." Alan handed the gift to Draco, and Luna handed the flowers to Naxisha standing behind Lucius ? Black Malfoy, they exchanged a few more pleasantries before continuing to enter the ward.

On the hospital bed in the center of the room, an old wizard wizard with bluish skin and green and purple rashes on his face was lying drowsy on the hospital bed. His face, even on the eyelids.

Allen's eyes swept across his arm on his chest, the wrist and hand not covered by the sleeve, and the green and purple acne and rash occupied the whole place, and the place was completely intact nothing.

"Father, Mr. Alan Harris, the heir of the Harris family, has come to see you." Lucius Malfoy walked to the hospital bed and called softly.

"Help me up." A hoarse and old voice came from the hospital bed.

"But your body, father." Lucius said worriedly, looking down at his father on the hospital bed.

"Help me up, don't be rude," the voice insisted.

Lucius helped him up helplessly, and Narcissa put several thick pillows behind him, and covered his legs with the slipped quilt. The frail old wizard was a tall, slender, broad-shouldered wizard of about sixty years of age. Allen's eyes swept across the other's bald head calmly. It is said that since he started to lose his hair, he has shaved off all his hair, leaving only two thick light golden beards. His occasional sneeze, the sparks from his nostrils made his beard blackened sporadically by the flames he spewed out - it seems that the severity of the disease this time has made him no longer have the time to care about his hair Take care of your appearance.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, the gray eyes were dotted with light green. Before Allen could speak, he turned his head and looked at Narcissa: "The guests are here, but they don't know how to serve food and wine. You go back to the manor in person and take my Bringing the best wine from the wine cellar, and then preparing some special dishes to entertain our guests, I really don’t understand the rules.”

Abraxas' sudden request made Narcissa a little unprepared and aggrieved, who would prepare fine wine and food in the hospital. But even Lucius didn't dare to refute his father's decision, and Narcissa didn't dare. She held Draco and was about to leave, but Abraxas on the bed turned to Luna next to Alan. He smiled as friendly as possible, although his current appearance made this smile look a little scary: "Draco, go and accompany this cute girl to the hospital, the little girl is not suitable to stay here, she will be punished by me It looks scary."

Luna's dazed eyes met Abraxas, she turned her head and smiled at him, then nodded at the other party's frozen smile, and Narcissa and the others left the ward.