Harry Potter Raven's Claw

A fierce discussion was taking place in the conference room in the Masonic Secret Land. Benjamin, Zhou Hong, Franklin and even the old otakus Victor all fought in a group, with red faces and red faces.

Their topic today is to prepare for details about using the vanishing cabinet to fight back.

This should have been a pretty simple job, but everyone has their own opinions.

Among them, Mike, Franklin and others believe that Hogwarts is the best battlefield. After all, as insurance, there are also a number of professors such as Dumbledore to provide a guarantee, so they are not afraid of failure.

However, Zhou Hong, Benjamin and others didn't think much. They believed that this would cause a large number of deaths among students, which was not a good deal, because the students in Hogwarts can now be regarded as their potential resources.

So the disappearing cabinet must be transferred away as soon as possible, and the best place is of course the Masonic Secret Realm, because it is the base camp of Masonic, and the massive magic restrictions and combat power reserves here are the advantages of oneself and others.

As expected, this view was strongly refuted by Franklin and others.

The reason for refuting is that this is the base camp of the Masonic community. For this reason, if you find some accidents during the battle, such as Voldemort's visit, the joke will be huge, and the entire Masonic secret realm will be destroyed!

Mike, who was sitting in the head, couldn't help but rub his eyebrows as he looked at the noisy look in front of him. He really didn't expect that this matter would be so difficult to decide.

Then he took a deep breath and raised his wand.

"Shut up!"

With Mike's roar, the conference room finally became quiet. Everyone covered their ears and looked at Mike in confusion.

"Stop quarrel. Since Hogwarts and Masonic Secret Realms are not good, then let's change our location."

"But," Benjamin said with a puzzled look, "it's hard for us to find a place as closed and safe as Hogwarts and the Freemasons. If we were to other places, the Death Eaters would run away."

As soon as these words were spoken, the rest of the people in the conference room also showed a look of embarrassment on their faces.

But Mike shook his head and said:

"Did you forget that we still have a secret realm?"

"You mean the Avery Secret Land?"

Benjamin's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

There were a large number of restrictions in the secret realm that originally belonged to the Avery family, so there was no need to be afraid of the enemy escaping. The best thing was that the ants in the secret realm were all surrendered to the Freemasons, which meant that they would add a lot of combat power. At that time, even if Voldemort really appeared, they should be able to deal with the other party by using the ants as cannon fodder!

Thinking of this, Benjamin was almost jumping up excitedly, and the Freemasons around him were obviously not stupid, and their faces also showed excitement.

Seeing this, Mike nodded, turned around and continued:

"Then the choice of the battlefield is decided, Benjamin, wait until the day before Christmas, you have to move the disappearing cabinet into the Avery Secret Land on time.

Franklin, you can start dispatching people to the Avery Secret Realm now, the more the better.”

"I understand, boss!" *2

Franklin and Benjamin said at the same time, and then the two began to walk outside the conference room.

Mike in the conference room continued:

"Penello, it's time to slaughter the pigs we have raised for so long. Go and contact the Muggle Prime Minister, I need his help."

Franklin and Benjamin stopped, while Penelo shook his head in confusion and said:

"Sorry, what are you talking about help?"

"Military aid, I need him to dispatch troops to help! Otherwise, what do you think I need? A band?"

"This...isn't that good?" Penelo said with some embarrassment, "After all, this is a battle between wizards, letting the Muggles come in..."

"Listen to me!"

Penelo's words were forcibly interrupted, and Benjamin, who was about to walk back at the door, gave up and came back to persuade Mike to plan.

Judging from their understanding of Mike, Mike has made up his mind, so they can only execute the command now.

Penelo nodded, took out his notepad and said:

"Then how many people are you going to want? To be honest, I don't think that Muggle Prime Minister will give you many people. That guy is very smart."

"The more, the better! It would be best if he could give me the nuclear weapons!" Mike's mouth raised slightly, and a ferocious smile appeared. "As for the second question you mentioned, haha, that is impossible. Not to mention that we still have a magic contract, and I believe that the Prime Minister Muggle must be a smart person. He must understand one truth, that is, organizations like us who dare to openly violate international secrets law will certainly dare to take his life directly."

Penelo smiled, feeling that she had asked a stupid question, and the other people in the conference room were laughing out loud.

For a moment, the entire conference room was filled with gloomy sneer.

...

At the same time, there were crowds of people in Diagon Alley.

Although the merchants were busy, their faces were filled with laughter.

Although their business will be good every year when Hogwarts starts Christmas, this year is really good and it is a bit exaggerating. There are so many people coming to shop that they even block the broken cauldron bar!

This is a great thing for merchants, after all, business is not easy to do now.

Of course, this is all thanks to Dumbledore who banned the students from going to Hogsmeade!

The shop owners of Diagon Alley all greeted Dumbledore in their hearts. At the same time, the shop owners of Hogsmeade Village were also doing the same thing, but as victims of this school closure movement, their greetings were different.

At this moment, Draco was walking hard in the crowded crowd holding his mother's hand, while his father was walking alone in the front, opening up a narrow path for them, mother and son.

Finally, after a lot of hardships, the group of three of them squeezed out of the crowd and came to the door of a slightly deserted shop.

Draco gasped and rubbed his big back, then looked fiercely at the shop lined up next to him.

He wanted to take a closer look at what shop can gather so many people. His hairstyle was messed up just now!

I saw that it was a very ordinary shop, with wooden doors in Diagon Alley, windows and wallpapers in Diagon Alley. Everything was standard. At first glance, the store opened in a hurry, and even the decoration in the store had not changed.

On the top of the store, there was a solid wood sign hanging, which was written in magical blue ink:

‘Jinos boutique black magic armor store (new product this week: anti-life curse vest)’

"ha!"

Draco laughed strangely, and his eyes at the lineup became sarcastic.

In his opinion, this is a store opened by a liar, and those who are queuing up are all fools. How could there be a vest in this world that can defend against the life-seeking curse?

At this time, Mrs. Malfoy, who had already finished her makeup, also noticed Draco's gaze. She slowly took out a set of vests from Wuhen's stretched pocket and handed them to Draco.

"Don't worry, baby, I've already bought it for you."

Draco took the vest with a dull look on his face, and then the expression on his face began to become extremely frightened, because the surface of the vest was constantly squirming, as if countless small animals were sewn inside!

"Mom...Mom, these are all lies. Why do you want to buy this?"

Mrs. Malfoy rubbed Draco's hair pamperedly and said seriously:

"No, this vest is different from those scams. It is real and effective. Your father has tried the house elf. I heard that this was invented by a student in your school. What a genius!"

Draco, whose hair was rubbed again, opened his mouth wide and looked at his mother. At this time, he had no idea what to say.

Fortunately, Lucius had already sorted out his appearance at this time. He looked at the crowded crowd with contempt, turned around and smiled and said to his wife and son:

"Don't stand here, let's go in."

After saying that, he slowly walked into the Tufan garment shop with his wife in his arms.

There are not many customers in the garment store at the moment, which is a huge difference from the shop next door, but the clerks and even the Malfoy family were not surprised when they saw this.

After all, unlike the Madam Mojin robe store, which specializes in affordable routes, the tumbler shop takes the high-end route, and the clothes and customized models inside are expensive, and few ordinary wizards can afford it.

But corresponding to the super high price, the service in the Tiaofan garment store is also surprisingly good. As soon as the Malfoy family entered, a waiter in a sky blue uniform came up and asked about the Malfoy family's needs with a smile on his face.

"I am Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius raised his head and reported his name to the waiter with his nostrils. The waiter quickly bowed and said softly:

"Mr. Malfoy, please go to the second floor. Mr. Torres has been waiting for a long time."

Lucius nodded with satisfaction, then he took his wife and children to continue walking towards the second floor under the surprised gaze of the guests on the first floor.

The second floor of the garment store is not as small as it looks outside the store. On the contrary, the space on the second floor is much larger than the first floor, which is obviously the effect of the traceless stretching curse.

However, although the space is large, there are very few products placed inside, and most of the spaces are placed with various works of art, which looks very "upper".

"Mom, why did you suddenly think of buying a dress for me? Is there another banquet?"

Draco asked curiously, holding his mother's hand.

"Have you forgotten? In a few days it will be Mrs. Greengrass' birthday, and our whole family will go to the banquet. Oh, Mr. Torres is here, Xiaolong, go and measure the size."

Hearing this, Draco immediately smiled bitterly.

There is no doubt that this was another idea his parents came up with in order to make him get along with Astoria.

Although he was a little boycotted, Draco still obediently walked to a slightly serious middle-aged man.

Then, the man saw the wand in his hand dance slightly, and a roll of tape ruler in the tool box next to him wrapped around Draco's body like a spirit snake.

"Rise your hands."

The middle-aged man said slowly, and Draco did as well when he heard this.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

The loose sleeves of Draco's robe, which raised his hands, slid down, revealing the hideous black demon mark on his arm.

Mr. Torris's face changed slightly while Draco suddenly covered his arm. The expression on his face was ugly and he stared at Mr. Torris fiercely.

Also still staring at Mr. Torres were Lucius Malfoy and Madame Malfoy, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became very awkward.

After a while, Lucius narrowed his eyes and asked word by word:

"Mr. Torres, did you see it?"

"No, I saw nothing."

Mr. Torris replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, Lucius also sighed and patted Draco's back to signal him not to be nervous.

In fact, Lucius had already been ready to be discovered, so he chose to come to the robbery garment store to customize dresses instead of other shops that were more convenient.

Because Mr. Torres was a pure-blooded wizard who was inclined toward Voldemort's sect, he would not discriminate or be afraid of the Death Eater. The reason why the other party showed that surprised expression just now was probably just shocked that he actually asked his son to join the Death Eater.

The tailor-made work continued, and Mr. Torris was obviously a little out of shape, but his superb skills allowed him to complete the work quickly and return to his own separate compartment.

In the lounge next to him, Mrs. Malfoy had already hugged Draco and started crying.

Lucius, who was standing beside him, was also full of sorrow. As soon as he saw the dark demon mark on Draco's arm, Lucius felt a burst of heartache.

He and his wife Narcisa did not have a good time. Since Voldemort brought the Death Eaters to Malfoy Manor and used it as a base, they were frightened every day, fearing that Voldemort would kill them all if he was unhappy.

Moreover, Voldemort and the Death Eaters didn't know how to spell the word "Save". They were squandering their crazily in the Malfoy Manor, which led to Jin Garon in the Malfoy family's vault being almost spent!

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

What made Lucius feel most heartbroken was his son. Draco was taken over by the lunatic Voldemort as the Death Eater and was granted an absolutely unfinished task - assassinating McTownley and Dumbledore!

If you cannot complete the task assigned by Voldemort, there will be only one outcome, which is a tragic death!

Thinking of this, Lucius's brows frowned even tighter, and his eyes at Draco were filled with guilt.

He knew very well that Voldemort was punishing himself, punishing himself, a traitor who betrayed in times of crisis.

Draco obviously didn't notice his old father's deep gaze. At this moment, he was patting his mother's back and comforting her.

Mrs. Malfoy, who heard her son's comforting words, sat up, and her tearful face suddenly became firm.

She reached out her hand and slowly stroked Draco's face, gritted her teeth and said:

"Xiaolong, although the task assigned to you by that person is very difficult, my mother will never let you get into trouble, absolutely not!"

Hearing this, Draco's face showed a look of pride. He raised his head slightly and said excitedly:

"Of course I won't have any trouble, in fact, I've found a way to complete the task!"