Night fell in a small village in Northamptonshire, England.
There were peaceful thatched and stone cottages, green country fields, and traditional pubs. Northamptonshire was remembered as the center of England, an ideal place to relax, recuperate, and experience the traditional rural life of England, from farms to luxurious old houses, canal boats, and hotels. It was only an hour's drive from London, and was close to Shakespeare's Stratford-upon-Avon, the university towns of Oxford and Cambridge, and the magnificent Warwick Castle built by William the Conqueror in 1068.
At the end of the village, in a three-story building without any sense of luxury or decency, the leaders of some of the 28 Holy Clans of England gathered here, regardless of their former dignity and grandeur.
Servants and some bodyguards were left downstairs to keep watch. Most of the wizards gathered in a relatively spacious room on the second floor. In the middle was a small table, a few stools, and a cupboard. Birkin Bock and Bostel were in the middle, and the other wizards gathered around them. Because of the long discussion, some of them simply sat on the carpet.
"This Muggle thing is terrible. The teapot can't fly and refill itself. It's boiling hot to the touch." A wizard with a goatee complained gloomily. "If it weren't for the fear of attracting attention … that Muggle dares to charge us so much money …"
"Merlin, the descendants of the 28 Pureblood Clans have fallen to such a state! These dirty Muggle, maybe even bedbugs … "A witch beside him wrapped her body tightly with a cloak, afraid that the dirty carpet in the room would stick to her skin.
"Who did this? Tell me, which idiot bombed the alchemy factory? This is why we have to run to the Muggle world to gather! " Bostel shouted. "Scrimgeour said that the Ministry of Magic no longer intends to make a small fuss like a few days ago, and put the next target on us! Those mudbloods who died from the smell of the monster won't sympathize with us in the magic world! "
"We've already discussed this. The most important person in the Harris Clan is not Owen, but the headmaster! Why target Owen? Most importantly, why would they want to use the method of blowing up the dung egg research department? Other than making our Ministry of Magic's Captain go crazy because of the monster smell that can't be dispelled, he didn't even bleed! " "My chief editor, Wigsward, has also been arrested, but we all know that Lucius won't have any evidence of his connection to Lord Voldemort … Harris has already decided not to play by the rules, and it's not safe for us to gather at these Muggle's place. If you ask me, I think we should hide away with our relatives abroad for a while …"
"Speaking of Lucius, which idiot thought of using a potted plant to assassinate Lucius? Do you think the Aura doesn't exist? Didn't you think that even if he's dead, he might come back as a spirit?!!! " Both of Birkin Bork's hands repeatedly played with a pendant around his neck. "My people had already arrived at the hospital, and they were well-prepared. They guaranteed that even Lucius's soul wouldn't be left behind …" He complained bitterly. "But when they got closer, they realized that someone had already triggered their alarm. Lucius is now completely protected, and we don't even know where he is now … His son and wife were taken away together!"
Bostel's fat chin trembled. He narrowed his small eyes guiltily and looked at the wizards present. He scolded sternly, "The most important thing is that useless explosion. Who did it? This is the direct cause of the Ministry of Magic's expansion of operations. Who will sympathize with us now? "
Even the complaining witch didn't dare to move, afraid that she would be misunderstood as the stupid idiots they were talking about.
Bostel, who was secretly observing, saw the unnatural expression on Bostel's face. He didn't need the strange item in his hand to know that the potted plant was sent by this idiot. However, he didn't want to expose him in front of everyone. What surprised him was that none of the wizards were affected by the explosion. A conspiracy theory appeared in his mind.
"This explosion … How many people died?" Herbert Bork, who had been sitting in the shadows, was pushed closer to the small table by his butler, Alfred. His arms were hanging on his legs, and under the illumination of the lamp on the small table, his old and shriveled cheeks looked terrifying like a zombie.
"According to the Ministry of Magic's announcement … More than a dozen workshop workers were killed in the instant of the explosion. A few of the protestors didn't manage to catch their breath and were suffocated by the stench," the witch who had wrapped herself tightly said softly.
"Is it possible that … Harris is directing and acting on his own accord? He wants to use this as an excuse to search and arrest us? " Alfred, the butler, saw his master glancing at him. After many years of being his master and servant, he immediately understood what Bostel meant. He then said the guess in his mind, "In order to make it seem more realistic, he infected our minister with this strange stench that is difficult to dissipate?"
As soon as the conspiracy theory was exposed, the Muggle room immediately became restless. The wizards still didn't care about their manners and started to curse. They were used to living a comfortable and slow life, so when they were disturbed by these annoying things, they felt like they had suffered more in the past few days than they had in their entire lives.
Herbert tapped the table with his hand, and Alfred immediately raised his voice, "Everyone, please be quiet."
"It seems like we understand Harris's idea …" Herbert said with a frown. Herbert frowned and said, "But what do you think now? Our opinions should be the same …"
After a short silence, the goateed wizard broke the silence, "I plan to transfer my assets quickly and hide abroad for a few years. I'll come back when the situation in the country has calmed down … Or I won't come back at all. I think Mr. Bostel is our role model. My French cousin told me that his daughter, Millison, is doing well in Boothbottom …"
"Servin! I think it's better to send you, a treacherous snake, to Martinique and not come back … As long as you're not sick or ill, you can definitely be sold for a good price, at least a few hundred copper … "The witch scolded in disdain," Mr. Bostel caused Millison and his descendants to be unable to continue their studies in Hogwarts because of you, and you still have the nerve to talk about this to him? How shameless can you be?! "
The goateed wizard from the Servin family was red in the face and immediately retorted. For a moment, the simple Muggle room was filled with discussions. They couldn't reach a consensus, so it was noisy.
"Our family has been in England for so long, how can we just give up like this … Harris only arrested some wizards that they have solid evidence against. It's not like the whole family is implicated."
"In special times, only a few people can be sacrificed. At least the family can be saved. Since it's not against the law, Harris can't do anything to us … Servin wants to run because someone is directly working for that mixed-blood …"
"My son was arrested and sent to the Ministry of Magic. It doesn't matter if he's a pureblood or not, or if he's from a British family, our family will follow whoever can save him."
…
In the meeting room of the Umbrella Team, a few Aura gathered in the meeting room. The leaders were Albert and Penello. In the middle of the long table in front of them, a skull water pipe was placed on top of it.
Then, Victor from the Umbrella Team walked in.
"Sir, we have confirmed the location of the gathering … It's in Northamptonshire." Victor calmly lifted his hookah pipe and took a deep breath before exhaling, projecting the terrain of the place where the purebloods gathered. "They're at this Muggle's house … That's why we were delayed for a while. My people thought they would gather at the Servin family's hunting ground …"
"Alright, thank you for your hard work … Father is very angry. He specifically ordered us not to let any wizard who tries to escape escape …" Abbott stood straight in his Auror uniform. "Victor, get your men to set up an Anti-Illusionary Transference Barrier around the area … Once you're done, we'll start the operation."
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