The wizards in the hall seemed to be startled by the sudden announcement of the Harris father and son, and after a brief moment of silence, the room erupted into heated discussions.

"Crazy, has he figured out the consequences? Once Britain leaves the International Confederation of Wizards, most of the agreements will be nullified, not to mention trade, and even human circulation will be a problem. ”

"I don't believe that Britain will withdraw from the association, he should just threaten, this is coercing the president of the International Federation of Wizards!"

......

Alan and Owen acted out of common sense, and their sudden request to withdraw from the meeting made Mrs. Maxim anxious: "Minister Owen Harris, Commissioner Alan Harris, the British Ministry of Magic still has to be cautious... The loss of diplomacy is a huge loss for Britain and other countries. ”

"Everyone, please be quiet. Akinbad forced himself to calm down, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Owen and said, "Minister Owen Harris, regarding the withdrawal from the International Federation of Wizards, we don't want to talk about other processes, even if you are the minister, I'm afraid you don't have the power to make decisions for the entire British wizarding community..."

"I don't have to worry about this, I wonder if I haven't wasted my time in the past few years, and I've earned a little reputation in England..."Allen didn't back down for a long time, "I'll do my best to call on us English wizards to do this when I go back." ”

Everyone is aware of Allen's appeal in Britain at this time, not to mention how much Muggle and half-blood wizards worship and superstitious him, even if there are some purebloods who are not against Harris in terms of concept have changed their attitude after Allen defeated the mystery man head-on again this time, if Harris is desperate to get Britain out of the International Federation of Wizards, they are indeed likely to be able to do it.

Akinbad also knew that whether it was Allen, who was the top combat force, or the British Ministry of Magic, which had a reformed armed Auror, it was enough to ensure that they were not afraid of any threat of force in this process - after all, the International Federation of Wizards could not gather the wizarding community of all countries in the world to work together in this kind of matter, and it would waste resources on this kind of thing at the risk of being doomed to war.

"In addition, the British Ministry of Magic will also re-establish diplomatic relations with other wizarding circles and sign new trade contracts after that. Assist—" Owen pronounced the word "assist" aloud, and he looked around at the expressions of the wizards in the room, then smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

As if fearing that provoking the other party would further make things completely out of control, Akinbach's tone was no longer as blunt as before, and he almost pleaded and persuaded, "... After all, our goal is to work together to crack down on mystery people and maintain the law of secrecy, so please take care of the overall situation... We don't need to make such a fuss about such a trivial matter. ”

"Now, President, but you have convened a meeting of the International Federation of Wizards for this little thing," Alan raised an eyebrow, "Besides, if you have to take care of the big picture, why don't you take care of the big picture, President? I think we in England have taken the big picture into account many times in this meeting..."

After being told three times in a row by the other party to take care of the overall situation, Akinbad was so angry that he didn't know how to end up at all, he didn't expect that the meeting that he had planned to just fight back against the British had always been inexplicably hostile to him and teach them a lesson would eventually make him completely unable to get off the stage.

If you don't agree, even if the possibility is small, it doesn't even matter whether the matter is successful, because it is unheard of for the president of the International Federation of Wizards to ask a member state to apply for withdrawal from the association, which will make Akinbad feel that he has lost face as the president and is recorded in history.

Then, Alan Harris's vague voice sounded in Akinbad's heart, "Dear Babajid, how about it? Although silence and inaction are also considered the third option, but after a long time, it will only make you more embarrassed, so it is better to make a choice as soon as possible." ”

Arkinbad was shocked, knowing that the other party was communicating with him in a way such as code words, so he also asked the answer he had always wanted to know in his heart: "Why? Is it because Britain wants to take back the chairmanship?"

"Babagid... You are mistaken, we Harris have no interest in this location..."

After that, the day after the end of the International Federation of Wizards conference. France, in the depths of a deep jungle, is densely mixed with all kinds of trees and bushes, and the foliage of the low jungle is too dense for even wild goats to get into.

More than a dozen smoky figures suddenly emerged from the void, and one of the taller wizards used his wand to split open a bush wrapped around his magic robe, "Unlucky, it's broken... Who chose such a place for the owner is really hidden enough. ”

"The jungle of Port Vecchio, as the local Muggles describe it this way: 'If you commit a murder, hide in the jungle of Vecchio.'" 'It's a great place to hide your base. The shorter Dark Wizard suddenly slumped down and burrowed into a dark cave.

"How did you get in Colt Town?" said the tall wizard's face was particularly gloomy in the glow of fluorescent.

"Not well," said the short wizard with some annoyance, "you wouldn't have imagined that the famous Millofarian family would have so few gold galleons left... I had to take some art that was hard to sell... But their pastries are not bad. ”

"These prestigious families have their own coffers at Gringotts, so it's normal to keep little cash... But how dare you eat their pastries..."The tall wizard's expression became a little playful, "I don't know if the Luc Millefari from their family is indeed a famous pastry chef, but he is famous for his love of poisoning mudbloods with pastries..."

This made the short man look horrified and took out a bottle of universal antidote and poured it into himself, and then threw away a burden that had been enchanted with the Traceless Stretching Charm like a poisonous snake pest.

The tall Dark Wizard laughed at him as they walked towards the heart of the cave, and the two of them held their breath and cautiously walked down the winding path that had only recently been magically transformed by the Dark Wizards.

It was only after a while that the light in front of them suddenly brightened a lot, and they squinted their eyes, and it took a long time to get used to the light that was very dazzling compared to the dark tunnel they had just passed through.

The tall wizard shook his head, the Death Eater mark on his arm burned, and the information of all sorts of people who pronounced Voldemort's name was channeled into his brain, which made him more and more impetuous. It's just that the figure in the hall in front of him on the mountainside made him dare not complain at all, and he didn't even dare to come out, pulling his companions and quietly standing among the Death Eaters who were standing silently on both sides.

The stone walls were surrounded by flaming torches, and a rich carpet covered almost the entire stone floor, and the man who terrified them stood barefoot on the shaggy carpet, and the leaping fire reflected on his very pale face, which was terrifying.

"So you haven't heard from Grigovich yet," Voldemort's high-pitched, clear voice rang out in the space.

"The hosts... Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix also began to operate in Germany... They're holding us back—" The Death Eaters were silent, their heads bowed, their breathing slowing for fear of provoking the enraged Dark Lord.

"You want to tell me now that not only did you not get the information I wanted, but there were rumors of someone leaking out?" Voldemort's slender fingers placed on the death mark on his arm, and then resisted the urge to pull out his wand: these fools were ineffective, but they were more loyal than those who escaped, the Dark Lord narrowed his eyes dangerously and took a deep breath, the remaining sanity made him realize that he still needed more men to do things, and as long as those looting behaviors went well and regained enough resources, he could re-recruit enough men as soon as possible to regather his strength- And those who see the wind and make the rudder run away, when the time comes, they can also determine the location through the mark and give 'fatal punishment' or 'forgiveness'.

"Master, the supplies I brought from England this time have been counted and put into storage..."Lucius Malfoy's voice softened the silence of the scene, and he bowed to Voldemort as he had just walked in through the door.

"Very well, Lucius, you have always proved your loyalty to me with your actions..."Voldemort's cold voice showed a rare expression of satisfaction, he raised his arm with the "Hand of Vicna" installed, turned his wrist a few times, and pointed to the few Death Eaters standing nearby, "Lucius and several of you have sworn to me forever when they were in England, and have followed me until now, your loyalty is much more reliable and sincere than these new Death Eaters, who have been tested and sincere. ”

"Master, these things are useless lying in the Malfoy vault at Gringotts," Lucius Malfoy's body bowed lower, "My dad taught me that money has to be used for value in order to be called wealth... If they could serve their masters, it would be of great value to Malfoy. ”

"Abraxus, who can remove that Mudblood Minister of Magic from power?? Mr. Malfoy... Huh?" Voldemort looked up, complimenting with a smile rarely seen in his time, and he noticed that a Death Eater leaning against the corner seemed unable to restrain himself, glancing at his arm from time to time, "but I've noticed that some of us don't seem to be happy lately...... Is there anything that makes you unhappy, Avery?"

"Master, I didn't... I didn't... No," Avery said, trembling, beads of sweat on his forehead and upper lip, but he didn't dare move.

"Lie! Master!He's not happy because of the mark!" Bellatrix touched the belly that had been kicked by the fetus because of her emotional ups and downs, and licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue, "... But the master... Recently, it seems that there are more and more fools who dare to pronounce the name of the master... There seem to be a lot of filthy mudbloods!" Bellatrix's expression twitched a few times, looking even more insane than her master, "How dare they say the name of the great Dark Lord directly!, where did they know that... When I'm done, I'm going to kill them one by one. ”

Hearing Bella's doubts, Lucius quietly glanced at Voldemort, and was sure that the Dark Lord who was "like a god" in Bella's heart might be because the environment here didn't see the news that had been making a lot of noise recently, and he didn't know the reason - and he himself had just returned from England, and he couldn't pretend to be confused and say he didn't know, otherwise Voldemort would know sooner or later.

Lucius sighed quietly, wiped the sweat from his lips with a somewhat trembling hand, and said in a low and careful voice, "Master, I am returning from England this time... Brought some news... It should have something to do with that..."

Lucius stepped forward, holding his collection of magazines such as the Daily Prophet in his hands and offering them to Voldemort.