Chapter 702 Abraxas Malfoy
"No matter what, we need to create panic and make our presence known. Since the wizarding world cannot..." Voldemort, who was calmer, leaned forward, and the dim light of the chandelier reflected a strange light in his red eyes, "Then go Attack Muggles."
Voldemort looked at the nervous faces of his followers and continued, "How about it, Yaxley, next week can I hear news about the massive death of Muggles that will shock even the wizarding world?"
"Master," Yaxley, who had a light blond back hair, looked embarrassed and his voice was hoarse: "All my men were damaged in previous operations. I need manpower."
"Let Rabastan take Gilderoy Lockhart and let that loser see blood." Bellatrix, who was sitting in the middle of the table, let out a shrill baby-like laugh. "Rabastan, this fool can't Let him die or use the Imperius Curse if you like!"
"Yes." Rodolphus Lestrange's younger brother, Rabastan Lestrange, responded. He took his place after his brother broke off his hand, but this wizard looked a bit like a python head. character, as his name is another name for a star in the constellation Draco, a planet that looms dimly in the night sky, just as its imposing presence is also overshadowed by that of its formidable sister-in-law, Bella, who has become accustomed to obedience The other party's command.
There was gentle laughter around the long table, and many people sneered and exchanged pleasant glances with each other - Gilderoy Lockhart was still bragging habitually in Azkaban, writing his books He took the content as his own experience and bragged about it to the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban. His eloquence was good, and the stories he told were based on reality after all. Some imprisoned Death Eaters, who had no information from the outside world, mistakenly thought that he was really a very good magic master, and even gathered a lot of them when they escaped from prison. Only a few people dared to bring him here together, hoping to be appreciated by his master.
"Cereus." Voldemort once again raised his wand and shook it at the little Mulcerb at the bottom left of the table - this time the power was lighter than that used against Travers, but it was still small. Bo fell to the ground trembling and screamed. Gilderoy Lockhart, who had just been brought up, had a constipated expression on his face, but he was so shocked that he shrank into his own shadow. This look seemed Quite weak, helpless and innocent.
"You idiot, you were deceived by a liar." Although Voldemort's voice was very soft, it clearly covered up the ridicule and commotion on the long table. He squinted his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who was starting to dress up again. Liar, Voldemort thought of the manpower losses that would occur in every recent operation. Although it was not to the extent that it affected the foundation, it could no longer be wasted casually. He felt helpless in his heart and tried to convince himself: "At least his Forgetting Curse not bad……"
At this time, an owl flew in with fluttering 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...can I..." Lucius Malfoy raised his head, his voice a little hoarse.
"Your son, what new news will he bring us?" Voldemort tilted his head slightly to one side, looked at Lucius, raised his hand slightly, and spared the other person's behavior of interrupting the meeting.
After receiving permission, Lucius opened the letter, quickly read it, and handed it to Voldemort beside him.
"Master, Draco said that Alan Harris will go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies tomorrow to visit my father. Because I rarely stay at home during this time except going to St. Mungo's, so he wrote to ask if I have any questions. There is no time to go and receive... Master, maybe this is an opportunity..." Lucius moved the chair under him to get closer to Voldemort. In fact, he had already received a message from Allen in the afternoon. After hearing the news, thinking of what Allen had told him to ask Voldemort, he took the opportunity to ask, "Master, since we know the other party's actions tomorrow, maybe this is an opportunity to attack Allen Harris. Why don't we make arrangements in advance?"
"Idiot! That kid is very cunning! Moreover, do you think he doesn't know your situation? This may be to attract us to attack him... To attack him, we can only wait until the opportunity we have waited for, and use the most careful Plan to deal with him once and for all, instead of being led by him!" Of course Voldemort, who has no nose, will not be led by Allen. He can't help but feel angry and aggrieved just when he hears Allen's name. : "Lucius, you go tomorrow to receive him, and then come back and report to me what happened."
Just after noon the next day, Alan and his group appeared in front of the Department of Strange Bacteria and Infections on the third floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
Hermione handed a bunch of lion-head carnations tied with ribbons to Luna, who was empty-handed next to her. Then she helped Allen adjust 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 the fact that she and Alan would have other activities in the tower later, Hermione wouldn't want to come here to visit Draco's grandfather. It didn't take a second thought to know what the old man would think of herself as a Muggle-born, even though there was Alan Now, their attitude will not be bad, but why bother to compete with a patient?
"Then Luna and I will go in first." Allen, who understood Hermione's thoughts, nodded. He said to the captain of the Umbrella Team beside him, "Wolf Mother, give me the gift, and you can just follow Hermione. You don't have to follow me. Entered the ward."
The ward that Allen 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 taken over the whole ward, although there was only a narrow window high up on the wall from door to door. Narrow windows, but the crystal bubble in the center of the ceiling and the magic lights on the walls provide enough light to the room. The entire room was decorated, and it didn't look like a ward, but like a rich man's home.
"Mr. Alan Harris, thank you for coming." Lucius Malfoy, who was deliberately dressed more elegantly than usual, came forward to greet him.
"Alan, thank you for coming to see my grandpa..." Lucius's son Draco followed his father, because his grandfather's illness made his voice in greeting Alan sound much more haggard than usual.
"Malfoy has good relations with the Harris family, and it is only right to come to visit." Allen handed the gift to Draco, and Luna handed the flowers in her hand to Narcissa, who was standing behind Lucius. ?Black? Malfoy, they exchanged a few more pleasantries before continuing deeper into the ward.
On the hospital bed in the center of the room, an old wizard with blue skin and face covered with green and purple rashes was lying in a daze on the hospital bed. The rashes densely covered his original face, and it was almost impossible to see who he was. His face is even on his eyelids.
Allen's eyes glanced at the arm he put on his chest. The wrists and hands that were not covered by the sleeves were also covered with green and purple acne and rashes, and there was no damage at all. nothing.
"Father, Mr. Alan Harris, the heir to the Harris family, is here to see you." Lucius Malfoy walked to the hospital bed and called softly.
"Help me up." A hoarse old voice whispered from the hospital bed.
"But father, your body." Lucius looked down at his father on the hospital bed and said worriedly.
"Hel me up, don't be rude," the voice insisted.
Lucius helplessly helped him up, and Narcissa placed several thick pillows behind him and covered his legs with the slipped quilt. The frail old wizard was tall and slender with broad shoulders. He was around sixty years old. UU reading www.uukanshu． net Allen's eyes swept over the other person's bald head calmly. I heard that since he started losing his hair, he had shaved off all his hair, leaving only a thick light golden beard on his temples. As he sneezed occasionally, the sparks coming out of his nostrils caused his beard to be sporadically blackened by the flames he blew out - it seems that the severity of the disease this time has left him no time to care about his hair. Also take care of your own appearance.
He struggled to open his eyes, and his gray eyes were dotted with light green. Before Allen could speak, he turned to look at Narcissa: "The guests are here, and they don't know how to bring food and wine. Go back to the manor in person and bring me Bringing the best wine in the cellar and then preparing some specialty dishes to entertain our guests is really unruly."
Abraxas's sudden request caught Narcissa off guard and aggrieved. Who would prepare wine and food in the hospital. But even Lucius didn't dare to refute his father's decision, and Narcissa even less dared. She grabbed Draco and was about to leave, but Abraxas on the bed faced Luna next to Allen. He smiled as friendly as possible, although his current appearance made the smile look a bit scary: "Draco, go and accompany this lovely girl to walk around the hospital. The little girl is not suitable to stay here, she will be beaten by me. He looked scared."
Luna's dazed eyes met Abraxas. She tilted her head and smiled at him, then nodded at the other's somewhat frozen smile and left the ward with Narcissa.