Gravis appeared in the downtown area of Raccoon City, adjacent to the Atley Mountains. There were only scattered lights here. Other than the noise and vomiting of some drunkards and tramps on the street, it was quiet.
Gravis pulled his neck and threw away the door key in his hand that had lost its function.
In the shadows, the masked wizards saw his figure and quickly surrounded him. It seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.
After making sure that Gravis came alone, they pulled down the hoods on their heads, untied their scarves and masks, and bowed silently. When they raised their heads, the faces of Rabastan, Yaxley, and a few other Death Eaters were revealed. One of them even looked exactly like Gravis.
"Master, those wizards who withdrew from the operation have been sent back to their homes. They have used up all their memories." Yaxley's voice was rough, and there was a hint of malice in his tone. "To ensure the effect, every wizard has erased their memories at least three times. Although this will cause them some sequelae."
"Today's harvest means that there is no need to keep those things a secret. But it's good. Next time, remember to change this bad habit of doing unnecessary operations. At least for now." Gravis nodded indifferently and waved his hand to reject the water bottle handed over by another Gravis. He frowned and stared at him for a while. "You should be grateful for my kindness and your luck. I still need you to prove that you are still alive when you are divined."
This Gravis with a more serious expression nodded solemnly. "Thank you for your kindness, my master."
This Lord Voldemort disguised as Gravis no longer paid attention to his impersonator. Then, he looked at the members of the Lestrange family. "How is the thing I prepared for your life?"
"Thanks to master, I … overcame many difficulties, avoided the United States Congress of Magic, and found a healthy adult thunderbird in Arizona." Rabastan opened the suitcase he carried, and a shackled thunderbird that was smaller than Hermione's Cotton flew out.
This Thunderbird, which grew up in Arizona, the birthplace of the Thunderbird, was restricted in its movements. Although it looked a little tired, compared to its peers who were smuggled all over the world, its appearance did not seem to be harmed or tortured. It was still very majestic.
Yaxley could not wait to show off his achievements. "I have also added a few extra layers of defense against the prophecy of the base. Master …"
"Very good, I know your loyalty. You've done a good job." Gravis stared coldly at the giant bird. After confirming with satisfaction, he lazily took out a few potion bottles that he had just taken from the underground laboratory. "Control this thunderbird. before the sun rises, I want to see it spread these potions to every corner of Raccoon City..
. "Rabastan carefully took the courage to ask..." Master, I will ride on a broom and follow you personally........ but................. to. But.............. but........................... Is there anything worth noting? "
"You can see for yourselves when the time comes … That Allen Harris' friend, Ian, will fulfill the wish of the missing Gravis …" Lord Voldemort, who was disguised as Gravis, snorted. One side of his mouth curled up, revealing a mocking smile. "That hypocrite Allen Harris, the things he did behind the scenes are much more evil than me … However, this thing suits our philosophy very well … Now, let's go to the new base and hide temporarily …"
It was already early in the morning in Europe, and Harris Castle on the floating city was quiet. However, this silence was soon broken by what happened in America.
The sensory imprint on his arm woke Allen up from his sleep. After learning that someone had broken into the underground laboratory of the American branch, Allen, who usually slept in for a long time before going to school, quickly got up from the double bed.
Glancing at Luna, who was sleeping soundly with the quilt twisted in her arms with her legs, he pulled out the quilt on his side and pulled it flat to cover her. Then, he gently put her exposed arm under the quilt. As a result, he seemed to have disturbed her sleep as Luna hugged his head in her sleep.
After spending another ten seconds to make his movements as gentle as possible to break free, Allen looked at Luna, who was drooling, with some confusion. He tucked her in, turned, walked into the shadows, and teleported to the underground experiment of the American Umbrella branch.
The underground laboratory was a mess. The werewolves and wizards who had been sucked dry by the leeches, the non-human monsters killed by Gravis, were lying on the ground in a mess. Broken glass, collapsed shelves, and splattered blood … After Allen glanced at it casually, he frowned and began to walk up the stairs. When he came out of the underground, he bumped into Hermione, who had also rushed over.
The president of the Umbrella branch greeted Allen apologetically, then pursed her lips and crossed her arms. The chaos in the mansion made a ball of anger rise in her heart.
The head of security of the branch also came over. He had a red palm print on his face. At this time, when he saw the two leaders who had just arrived, he could only bite the bullet and come over with his head lowered. He followed them and explained the specific situation of the break-in tonight.
"Why are you only reporting now?" Hermione asked angrily.
"They first attacked the mansion. It has always been more conspicuous, so it was inevitable that intruders would use it as a target …" The head seemed to be a little worried that Hermione would slap him like Penello just now. He stammered a little and said, "At first, they didn't show any signs of attacking the underground research institute, so we thought they were just ordinary commercial spies breaking in. Later, we found out that someone was hiding in a corner with an invisibility cloak on. The strength of these intruders was beyond our expectations. When we reacted and wanted to stop them, they had already completed a series of actions."
"Who are these intruders? Do you have any idea?" Hermione's brown eyes were brighter with anger.
"We caught a few intruders …" The head looked even more nervous. In the end, he took a deep breath and said honestly, "I'm sorry, President Granger. We caught a lot of them, but we didn't expect that a few of them would swallow the door key … So when the time was up …" He paused. "This is not England. We don't have law enforcement power, so we can't directly torture them like the armed forces of the Red Umbrella branch in England. But Miss Krivat has already arrived. She's secretly going over to take the intruders …" The head looked a little depressed. He lowered his head and said carefully, "According to the usual practice, when we catch the intruders, we will finally send them to the Congress of Magic … But this time …?"
"These people are worthless. Just do as usual." What made Allen feel a little troubled was that Hermione still didn't know about some of the experiments here … Thinking of this, he looked up and finally fixed his eyes on the four-eyed woman.
The four-eyed woman, who had been prepared for this, got the signal. Her eyes behind her glasses rolled half a circle, and she took half a step forward. Lowering her head, she pretended that she had done something wrong and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Young Master, Miss Granger. In order to speed up the development here … without permission, we used prisoners who committed capital crimes and werewolves who deliberately spread the lycanthropy to innocent people for experiments …"
"Many of these experimental subjects were caught by me … I also did the experiments myself …" A female voice came from the side. The doctor with her meticulously combed hair took the initiative to share the responsibility, "I also used some extreme methods for the sake of interest … This time, we were discovered by the intruder. I'm afraid it will bring trouble to the umbrella and Young Master …"
Hermione bit her lower lip with her shrunken front teeth. Although she hadn't seen the scene with her own eyes, she could more or less imagine what had happened to Umrich based on her understanding. She looked up at Allen's messy hair because she came in a hurry. Guilt and self-blame made her voice sound muffled, "I'm sorry, Allen. You gave me the umbrella and I didn't supervise it well … I've let down your trust …"
The short-haired, petite four-eyed girl who always had no smile on her face was really blaming herself, "Miss Granger … It's all my fault. I shouldn't have agreed to take a vacation with the fatty … If I came over yesterday …"
"You've done enough, and there's no such thing as absolute safety …" Allen reached out to hug the woman and gently smoothed Hermione's furrowed brows, "And this really isn't your fault, nor the four-eyed woman and the doctor's. Let's pack up and go back to England first. I'll talk to you when I come down … Hmm?"
Allen, who was holding Hermione in his arms, saw the abnormal dark clouds and torrential rain over the city at the foot of the mountain. The pupil of his left eye quickly shrank, revealing a large part of the white of his eye, leaving only a small pupil in the middle.
After just a few glances, Allen's calm expression turned sour. He looked at the four-eyed woman and the Muggle city above and below. He seemed to be hesitant to say something, but in the end, he pursed his lips and sighed, "Jizella, forget it. Don't pack up too much. Just burn this place down and get everyone back to the floating city as soon as possible." He let go of the witch in his arms, "Hermione, I have to go back first. Don't worry, you can go back with Penello later."
Allen seemed to be in a hurry. He didn't wait for a response, turned around and stepped into the shadow, returning to the room where he slept. At this time, the warm bed was empty.
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