The wizards in the hall seemed to be shocked by the sudden announcement made by Harris and his son. After a short moment of silence, the hall burst into heated discussions.
"Crazy, has he thought about the consequences? Once the United Kingdom leaves the International Union of Wizards and Wizards, most of the agreements will be voided. Let alone trade, even the flow of people will become a problem. "
"I don't believe that the United Kingdom will leave the Union. He must be threatening the president of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards!"
… …
Allen and Owen's actions did not follow common sense. Their sudden request to leave the Union made Madam Maxim anxious, "Minister Owen Harris, Councilor Allen Harris, the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic still needs to act cautiously … Losing diplomatic relations will be a huge loss to the United Kingdom and other countries."
"Everyone, please keep quiet." Aginbad forced himself to calm down. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Owen, "Minister Owen Harris, regarding the withdrawal of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards, let's not talk about other procedures. Even if you are the minister, I'm afraid that you don't have the authority to make decisions for the entire United Kingdom's magic community …"
"You don't have to worry about this, President. I'm sure I didn't waste my time in the past few years. I've already won some reputation in the United Kingdom …" Allen did not back down for a long time. "When I return, I will do my best to call on all the wizards in the United Kingdom to do this."
Everyone knew about Allen's influence in the United Kingdom. Muggle and the mixed-blood wizards worshipped him. Even the pure-blood wizards who did not agree with Harris had changed their attitude after Allen defeated the Mystery Man again. If Harris wanted the United Kingdom to leave the International Union of Wizards and Wizards at all costs, they might be able to do it.
Aginbad also knew that whether it was Allen who had the highest combat power or the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic who had the reformed Armed Aura, it was enough to guarantee that they would not be afraid of any military threat during this process. After all, the International Union of Wizards and Wizards could not gather all the magic communities in the world to work together on this kind of thing. They would waste their resources on this kind of thing in a situation where they were destined to suffer heavy casualties.
"Also, the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic will re-establish diplomatic relations with other magic communities and sign new trade contracts after this. The United Kingdom has always been trying to seek common development with other magic communities and … assist each other …" Owen said the word 'assist' very loudly. He looked around at the expressions of the wizards in the hall and nodded with a satisfied smile.
Aginbad seemed to be worried that he would anger Roland and make things even more out of control. His tone was no longer as stiff as before. He was almost pleading, "… After all, our current goal is to jointly defeat the Mystery Man and protect the Secret Law. Please consider the big picture … We don't have to make such a big deal out of this small matter."
"Small matter? President, you're the one who called the meeting of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards for this small matter … "Allen raised one of his eyebrows." Besides, if you want to consider the big picture, why don't you consider the big picture instead, President? I think the United Kingdom has considered the big picture many times in this meeting … "
Aginbad was so angry that he was stunned on the stage after being told to consider the big picture three times in a row that he did not know how to end the situation. He did not expect that the meeting that he initially planned to fight back against the United Kingdom's inexplicable hostility toward him and teach them a lesson would end up embarrassing him completely.
It was fine if he apologized in a private meeting, but the other party even asked for a public apology and clarification. If he did not agree, no matter how small the possibility was, or even if the matter could not be settled, it would be unheard of for the president of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards to make a member country withdraw from the association for no reason. This would make Aginbad feel that his reputation as the president would be recorded in the annals of history.
Then, Allen Harris' muffled voice resonated in Aginbad's heart. "My dear Allen Harris, what do you think? Even though keeping silent and not taking any action is also the third option, it will only make you more embarrassed if you take too long. It's better for you to make a choice as soon as possible. "
Aginbad was shocked. He knew that the other party was communicating with him using some kind of secret language. Therefore, he asked the question that he had always wanted to know in his heart, "Why? Is it because the United Kingdom wants to take back the president's position? "
"Babagid … You've misunderstood. Our Harris has no interest in this position at all …"
After that, on the second day after the meeting of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards ended. In the depths of a deep and wide jungle in France, all kinds of trees and bushes were intertwined with each other. The foliage of the bushes was so dense that even wild goats could not get in.
A dozen black smoke-like figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere. One of them, a tall wizard, used his wand to split open a bush that was entangled in his magic robe. "Damn, it's broken … Who would choose such a place for our master? It's so secluded."
"The jungle of Port Vecchio. The local Muggle said, 'If you commit a murder, hide in the jungle of Port Vecchio.' It's a good place to hide your base." The short wizard suddenly crouched down and went into a dark cave.
"How's your harvest in Colt?" The tall wizard's half-exposed face was particularly gloomy under the flickering fluorescent light.
"It's nothing," the short wizard said, a little annoyed. "You can't imagine that the famous Milefali family has so little gold coins left … I had to take some art pieces that are not easy to sell … but their pastries are not bad."
"These famous families have their own private vaults in Gringotte. It's normal that they don't have much cash … But you dared to eat their pastries …" The tall wizard's expression became a little sarcastic. "Don't you know that Luc Millefari of their family? He's a famous pastry chef, but he's famous because he likes to poison the mud with his pastries … "
The short wizard took out a bottle of general antidote and poured it into his mouth in horror. Then, he threw away a bag that was enchanted with a Traceless Expansion Spell as if he was throwing away a poisonous snake.
The tall wizard kept laughing at him as they walked into the cave together. 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 the path was modified by the magic of the black wizards not long ago.
But after a while, the light in front of them suddenly became brighter. They squinted their eyes and took a while to adapt to the bright light in the dark tunnel that they had just walked through.
The tall wizard shook his head. The Death Eater mark on his arm was burning hot. All kinds of information about the people who said the name of the Lord Voldemort were transmitted into his brain, which made him more and more impatient. But the figure in the hall in the belly of the mountain in front of him made him not dare to complain at all. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly. He pulled his companion and quietly stood among the silent Death Eaters on both sides.
The stone wall was surrounded by burning torches, and a luxurious carpet almost covered the entire stone floor. The person who made them afraid was standing barefoot on the furry carpet. The dancing flames reflected on his pale face, which was terrifying.
"So, you haven't gotten any news about Grigovic …" The loud and clear voice of the Lord Voldemort 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 and lowered their heads. Even their breathing slowed down, for fear of provoking the angry The Dark Lord.
"Now you want to tell me that not only did you not get the information I want, but there are also people among you who leaked the information?" The Lord Voldemort's slender fingers touched the Death Mark on his arm, and then he resisted the urge to pull out his magic wand. These fools were incompetent, but they were more loyal than those who fled. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes dangerously and took a deep breath. His remaining reason made him understand that he still needed more men to do things. And as long as the plundering went smoothly, he would be able to regain enough resources and recruit enough people as soon as possible to regroup his power. As for those who fled when the wind blew, he would be able to determine their location through the mark and give them 'fatal punishment' or 'forgiveness'.
"Master, the materials I brought from England this time have been accounted for and stored …" Lucius Malfoy's voice broke the silence. He had just walked in from the door and bowed to the Lord Voldemort.
"Very good, Lucius. You have proven your loyalty to me with your actions …" The Lord Voldemort's cold voice showed a rare satisfaction. He raised his arm that was equipped with the 'Hand of Victor', rotated his wrist a few times, and pointed to the few Death Eaters standing by the side. "Lucius and the few of you have sworn eternal loyalty to me when you 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 lying in Malfoy's vault in Gringotte are of no use." Lucius Malfoy's body bowed even lower. "My father taught me that money should be used with value to be called wealth … If they can be of service to Master, then it is of great value to Malfoy."
"You are indeed worthy of being called Abraxas, who can oust that mud-blooded Ministry of Magic head? Mr. Malfoy … Hmm? " The Lord Voldemort raised his head and praised with a rare smile. He noticed that a Death Eater leaning against the corner seemed to be 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 … Is there anything that makes you unhappy, Avery?"
"Master, I didn't … I didn't … No," Avery said with a trembling voice. His forehead and upper lips were sweating, but he did not dare to move.
"Liar! Master! He is unhappy because of the mark! " Bellatrix touched her stomach that was kicked by the fetus because of her emotional fluctuations 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 say Master's name … and many of them are dirty mud-blooded!" Bellatrix's face twitched a few times, and she seemed to be even more deranged than her master. "How dare they say the name of the great The Dark Lord directly! Where did they learn it from! … After I give birth, I will kill them one by one. "
Hearing Bella's doubts, Lucius quietly glanced at the Lord Voldemort. Only then did he confirm that the Dark Lord, who had a "god-like foresight" in Bella's heart, probably did not know the reason because of the environment here. Lucius had just returned from the UK, and he could not pretend not to know. Otherwise, the Lord Voldemort would know sooner or later.
Lucius sighed quietly, wiped the sweat on his lips with a trembling hand, and whispered carefully, "Master, I came back from the UK this time … I brought some news … It should be related to this …"
Lucius took a step forward, held up the "Daily Prophet" and other magazines he collected with both hands, and offered them to the Lord Voldemort.
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