"No matter what, we need to create panic and declare our existence. Since the Magic World can't …" Lord Voldemort, who had calmed down, leaned forward, and the dim yellow light of the chandelier reflected in his red eyes, emitting a strange light. "Then let's attack the Muggle."
Lord Voldemort looked at the nervous faces of his followers and continued, "How about it, Yaxley? Next week, will I hear the news of a large number of Muggle deaths that will shock the Magic World?"
"Master," Yaxley, who had a light blonde swept-back hairstyle, showed a troubled expression, and his voice was hoarse. "My men were all killed in the previous operation, and I need more manpower."
"Ask Rabastan to bring Jidrollockhart along, and let that trash see some blood." Bellatrix, who was sitting in the middle of the table, let out a piercing baby-like laugh. "Rabastan, if this idiot is unwilling, let him die or use the Soul Seizing Spell!"
"Yes." Rabastan Lestrange, the younger brother of Rodolphus Lestrange, answered. He replaced his brother after he lost his hand, but this male wizard who looked like a python's head had a personality, just like his name, as the Beta of the Draconic Constellation.
Draconis was another name. This planet was faintly visible in the night sky, but its starlight was dim, just like its imposing manner was overshadowed by his terrifying sister-in-law, Bella. He was used to obeying her command.
Soft laughter came from around the long table. Many people were sneering and exchanging happy glances with each other. Jidrollockhart was still habitually bragging in Azkaban, taking the contents of his books as his own experience and bragging to the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban. He was eloquent, and the stories he told were, after all, true. Some of the imprisoned Death Eaters could not get any news from the outside world, so they mistakenly thought that he was really a very good magic master. When they broke out of prison, they gathered a lot of people before they dared to bring him here, hoping to be praised by their master.
"Piercing the heart and cutting the bone." Lord Voldemort raised his wand again and shook it gently at little Murseiber at the bottom left of the table. This time, the power was lighter than when he shook Traverse, but little Murseiber trembled and fell to the ground, screaming. Jidrollockhart, who had just been brought up, had a constipated expression on his face. At this time, he was so frightened that he shrank into his own shadow, looking quite weak, helpless, and innocent.
"You idiot, you were deceived by a liar." Although Lord Voldemort's voice was very soft, it clearly covered the laughter and commotion at the long table. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the liar in front of him who had started to dress up again. Lord Voldemort thought of the loss of manpower in every recent operation. Although it was not to the extent that it would affect the foundation, he could not waste any more manpower. He tried to persuade himself helplessly in his heart. "At least his Amnesia Spell is not bad …"
At this time, an owl flapped its wings and flew in, landing directly in front of Lucius Malfoy who was beside Lord Voldemort. Everyone's eyes were attracted to it.
"Sorry … Master, this is the owl of my son, Draco … I can …" Lucius Malfoy looked up, his voice was a little hoarse.
"Your son, what new news will he bring us?" Lord Voldemort tilted his head slightly to one side and looked at Lucius. He raised his hand gently and forgave him for interrupting the meeting.
After getting permission, Lucius opened the letter, skimmed through it quickly, and handed it to Lord Voldemort who was beside him.
"Master, Draco said that Allen Harris will be visiting my father at St. Mungo's Magic Hospital tomorrow. Because I rarely stay at home except for going to St. Mungo's, he wrote to ask if I have time to receive him … Master, maybe this is an opportunity …" Lucius moved his chair closer to Lord Voldemort. In fact, he had already received the news from Allen in the afternoon. Thinking of what Allen had asked him to ask the Lord Voldemort, he took the opportunity to ask, "Master, since we know the other party's operation tomorrow, maybe this is an opportunity to attack Allen Harris. Why don't we plan in advance?"
"Idiot! That kid is very cunning! Besides, do you think he doesn't know about your situation? Maybe this is to lure us to attack him … If we want to attack him, we can only wait for the right time and use the most thorough plan to get rid of him once and for all, not be led by the nose by him! " Lord Voldemort, who had no nose, of course would not be led by the nose by Allen. He could not help but feel angry and aggrieved when he heard Allen's name. "Lucius, go tomorrow and receive him. Then come back and report to me."
Just after noon the next day, Allen and the others appeared on the third floor of St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, in front of the strange bacteria infection department.
Hermione handed a bundle of lion-headed stone bamboos tied with a ribbon to Luna, who was empty-handed, and then helped Allen tidy up the hood of his magic robe. "I won't go in," she said. "I'll take a look around the hospital."
If it were not for the fact that she had other activities with Allen in the tower later, Hermione would not have come here to visit Draco's grandfather. She did not need to think to know what the old man would think of her, who was born in a Muggle. Although Allen was there and their attitude would not be bad, there was no need to compete with a patient.
"Then I'll go in with Luna 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 guys can follow Hermione. You don't have to follow me into the ward."
The ward that Allen entered this time was completely different from the small and dim ward that he went to see Arthur last time. It seemed that Malfoy's family had booked the entire ward. Although there was only a narrow window on the wall opposite the door, the crystal bubble in the middle of the ceiling and the magic lamp on the wall provided enough light to the room. The whole room was decorated. It did not look like a ward, but more like a rich man's home.
"Mr. Allen Harris, thank you for coming." Lucius Malfoy, who had deliberately dressed up more than usual, came up to welcome them.
"Allen, thank you for coming to see my grandfather …" Lucius's son, Draco, followed beside his father. Because of his grandfather's illness, his voice sounded more haggard than usual when he greeted Allen.
"Malfoy and Family Harris are good friends. It's only right for him to visit." Allen handed the gift to Draco, and Luna handed the flowers in her hand to Narcissa Blake and Malfoy, who were standing behind Lucius. They exchanged a few more pleasantries before going deeper into the ward.
In the middle of the ward, an old wizard lay on the bed. His skin was blue, and his face was covered with green and purple rashes. The rashes covered his original face, and it was almost impossible to see his original face. Even his eyelids were covered with rashes.
Allen's gaze swept across the arms in front of his chest. The wrists and hands that were not covered by the sleeves were also covered with green and purple pimples and rashes. There was not a single spot that was undamaged.
"Father, the heir of Family Harris, Mr. Allen Harris, is here to see you." Lucius Malfoy walked to the bedside and called out softly.
"Help me up." A hoarse and old voice sounded from the bed.
"But father, your body …" Lucius looked down at his father on the bed and said worriedly.
"Help me up, don't be rude." The voice insisted.
Lucius helplessly helped him up. Narcissa placed a few thick pillows behind him and covered his legs with the blanket that had slipped off. The frail old wizard was tall and slender, with broad shoulders. He was about sixty years old. Alan's gaze swept across the other party's bald head without batting an eyelid. He had heard that ever since he began to lose his hair, he had shaved off all his hair, leaving only two thick light golden whiskers. However, as he occasionally sneezed, the sparks that came out of his nostrils caused his whiskers to be sporadically burned black by the flames he spat out. It seemed that the severity of the disease this time had made him too busy to take care of his appearance as much as his hair.
He struggled to open his eyes. His gray eyes were dotted with light green. Before Allen could say anything, he turned his head and looked at Narcissa. "Our guest is here, but you don't know how to serve us food and wine. Go back to the manor and bring the best wine from my wine cellar. Also, prepare some dishes to entertain our guest. You really don't know the rules."
Abraxas's sudden request caught Narcissa off guard and she felt wronged. Who would prepare wine and food in the hospital? But even Lucius did not dare to refute his father's decision, let alone Narcissa. She pulled Draco and was about to leave, but Abraxas smiled at Luna, who was beside Allen. Although his current appearance made his smile look a little scary, he said, "Draco, go and accompany this lovely girl to walk around the hospital. Little girls shouldn't stay here. She will be frightened by my appearance."
Luna's eyes met with Abraxas's. She turned her head and smiled at him. Then, when Abraxas' smile froze, she nodded and left the ward with Narcissa.
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