?Chapter 1073 ?It’s Better to Make a Choice as Soon as Possible
The wizards at the venue seemed to be shocked by the sudden announcement by the Harris father and son. After a brief moment of silence, the venue erupted into heated discussions.
"Crazy, has he thought clearly about the consequences? Once Britain leaves the International Confederation of Wizards, most of the agreements will be invalidated. Not to mention trade, even population circulation will become a problem."
"I don't believe that Britain will withdraw from the membership. He should only be threatening. This is coercing the president of the International Confederation of Wizards!"
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Alan and Owen did not act according to common sense, and suddenly requested to withdraw from the meeting, which made Mrs. Maxim anxious: "Minister Owen Harris, Commissioner Alan Harris, the British Ministry of Magic still needs to act with caution... Without diplomacy, the British It is a huge loss for other countries."
"Everyone, please stay quiet." Akinbad forced himself to calm down. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Owen and said, "Minister Owen Harris, regarding withdrawing from the International Federation of Wizards, we don't want to talk about other procedures, even if you As a minister, I’m afraid he doesn’t have the power to make decisions for the entire British magical community..."
"I don't need to worry about this, President. I ask myself that I have not wasted my time in the past few years and I have gained a bit of reputation in the UK..." Allen has not backed down for a long time. "When I go back, I will do my best to call on us British wizards to do this. a little."
Everyone is well aware of Allen's appeal in the UK at this time. Not to mention how much Muggles and mixed-blood wizards worship and superstitize him. Even if there are some pure bloods who cannot deal with Harris in terms of ideas, Allen once again defeated him head-on this time. The mysterious man also changed his attitude. If Harris desperately wanted Britain to break away from the International Confederation of Wizards, they might indeed be able to do it.
Akinbad also knew that whether it was Allen as the top combat force or the British Ministry of Magic with the reformed armed Aurors as the middle and lower combat forces, it was enough to ensure that they were not afraid of any threats of force during this process - after all, the International Federation of Wizards There is no way to summon the magic community of all countries in the world to work together and do their best on this kind of thing, and waste resources on this kind of thing at the risk of a war that will inevitably lead to heavy casualties.
"In addition, the British Ministry of Magic will also re-establish diplomatic relations with other magical communities and sign new trade contracts after this. We in the UK have been trying to seek common development with other magical communities and assist each other..." Owen pronounced the word "assistance" very clearly. Loudly, he looked around at the expressions of the wizards in the venue, and then nodded with a satisfied smile.
As if he was worried about irritating the other party and causing the matter to get completely out of control, Ajinbad's tone was no longer as stiff as before, and he persuaded almost pleadingly, "...After all, our current goal is to jointly fight against the mysterious people and maintain the confidentiality law, please Take the overall situation into consideration... There is no need for us to bring such a small matter to such an extent."
"Little things? Now, President, you convened a meeting of the International Federation of Wizards just for such a trivial matter..." Allen raised an eyebrow, "Besides, since we have to take the overall situation into consideration, why don't you, President, take care of the overall situation? I think we in the UK have already done so. The overall situation was taken into consideration many times in this meeting..."
Ajinbad was so angry that he froze on the stage after being told three times to keep the overall situation in mind. He had no idea how to end it. He had no idea that he had planned to just retaliate against the British's inexplicable hostility towards him and teach them a lesson. At the end of the meeting, you will be completely unable to step down.
Apologizing in a private meeting is okay, the other party is also asking for a public apology and clarification; and if they don't agree, even if the possibility is small, they don't even care whether the matter will succeed, because the president of the International Federation of Wizards has no 'reason' to target members It is unheard of for a country to apply to withdraw from the association. This will make Ajinbad feel that he, the president, has lost face and will be recorded in history.
Then, Alan Harris's vague voice sounded in Ajinbad's heart, "Dear Babajide, how are you? Although silence and no action can be considered the third option, it will only make you more miserable over time. It’s just embarrassing, it’s better to make a choice as soon as possible.”
Ajinbad was shocked, knowing that the other party was using code words to communicate with him, so he asked the answer he had always wanted to know: "Why? Is it because Britain wants to take back the position of president?" "
"Babajid...you misunderstood, we Harris have no interest in this position..."
Then, the day after the International Federation of Wizards meeting. In France, deep in a deep and vast forest, all kinds of trees and bushes are intertwined and densely mixed. The branches and leaves of the bush are so dense that even wild goats cannot get through.
More than a dozen black smoke-like figures suddenly appeared from the void. One of the taller wizards used his wand to split open a patch of tangled knot in his magic robe. "Unfortunately, the hook was broken... Who is the master?" Such a place is really secluded.”
"The jungle of Port Vecchio, the local Muggles say, 'If you commit a murder, just hide in the jungle of Vecchio.' This is a good place to hide your base." The shorter dark wizard suddenly He lowered his body and got into a dark cave.
"How did you gain in Colter Town?" The tall wizard's face was particularly gloomy under the fluorescent light.
"Not very good," the short wizard said with some annoyance, "You can't imagine that the famous Mille Farley family has so few gold galleons in existence... I had to take some art that was difficult to sell... But Their pastries are pretty good.”
"These prestigious families have their own vaults in Gringotts. It's normal to store very little cash... But how dare you eat their pastries..." The tall wizard's expression became a little joking, "I don't know if it comes from their family. Luc Milevale? He is indeed a famous pastry chef, but he is famous for his love of poisoning Mudbloods with pastries..."
This made the short man look horrified as he took out a bottle of universal antidote, drank it for himself, and then threw away a baggage that had been cast a traceless telescopic spell like a poisonous snake and pest.
The tall dark wizard kept laughing at him and walked towards the hinterland of the cave. The terrain suddenly dropped. The two of them held their breath and carefully walked down the winding path - the signs on the wall proved that this path was It had just been transformed by this group of dark wizards using magic.
Only later, the light in front of them suddenly became much brighter. They squinted their eyes, and it took them a long time to adapt to the light, which was very dazzling compared to the dark tunnel they had just passed through.
The tall wizard shook his head. The Death Eater mark on his arm was hot, and the information of various people who read Voldemort's name was imported into his brain, which made him increasingly restless. But the figure in the hall in the mountainside before him made him dare not complain at all, or even dare to express his anger. He pulled his companions and quietly stood among the Death Eaters standing silently on both sides.
There were blazing torches all around the stone wall, and a luxurious carpet almost covered the entire stone floor. The person who frightened them stood barefoot on the furry carpet, and the dancing firelight reflected his very pale skin. The expression on his face was terrifying.
"So you haven't gotten the news about Grigovitch yet..." Voldemort's high, clear voice sounded in the space.
"Master... Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix also started operating in Germany... They stopped us..." The Death Eaters were silent, lowered their heads, and even slowed down their breathing, for fear of provoking the angry Dark Lord. .
"You want to tell me now that not only did you not get the information I wanted, but there was also rumors that 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 were weak in action, but they were more loyal than those who escaped. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes dangerously and took a deep breath. His remaining sense made him understand that he still needed more men to do things, and as long as those plundering operations went smoothly , by regaining enough resources, we can re-recruit enough manpower as soon as possible and re-gather our strength - and those who flee at the whim of the wind can also use the mark to determine their location and inflict fatal punishment if they have the time to do so. ' 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. He just walked in from the door and bowed to Voldemort.
"Very well, Lucius, you have always proven your loyalty to me with your actions..." Voldemort's cold voice showed rare satisfaction, and he raised the hand with the "Hand of Vecna" installed on it. He cut off his arm, turned his wrist a few times, and pointed at a few Death Eaters standing aside, "Lucius and you all swore to be loyal to me forever when we were in England and have been following 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 the Malfoy vault in Gringotts," Lucius Malfoy bowed lower, "My father taught me that money must be used with value before it can be used. Called wealth...if they can serve their master, they are of the utmost value to Malfoy."
"As expected of Abraxas who was able to oust that mudblood Minister of Magic...Mr. Malfoy... huh?" Voldemort raised his head, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net He had a smile that was rare in this period of time. As a compliment, he noticed that a Death Eater leaning against the wall seemed unable to restrain himself and glanced at his arm from time to time, "But I noticed that some of us don't seem to be very happy recently... What's bothering you?" Unpleasant, Avery?"
"Master, I didn't... I didn't... no," Avery said tremblingly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and upper lip, but he did not dare to move.
"Lie! Master! He is unhappy because of the mark!" Bellatrix touched her belly, which had been kicked by the fetus due to her emotional ups and downs, and licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue, "...But Master ...Recently, it seems that there are more and more idiots who dare to pronounce the master's name...It seems that many of them are dirty Mudbloods!" Bellatrix's expression twitched a few times, making her look even more insane than her master, "They How dare you directly say the name of the great Dark Lord! Where did they learn about it!... When I finish giving birth, I will kill them one by one."
Hearing Bella's doubts, Lucius glanced at Voldemort quietly, and then determined that the Dark Lord in Bella's heart was "a god of knowledge". Maybe it was because of the environment here that he hadn't seen the news that had made a lot of noise recently and didn't know about it. The reason - and he himself had just returned from England. He couldn't pretend to be ignorant and say he didn't know, otherwise Voldemort would know sooner or later.
Lucius sighed quietly, wiped the sweat from his lips with trembling hands, and said carefully in a low voice, "Master, I came back from England this time... I brought some news... It should be related to this..."
Lucius took a step forward, held up his collection of "Daily Prophet" and other magazines, and presented them to Voldemort.
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