As night falls, a small village in Northamptonshire, England.

With its tranquil thatched and stone-built cottages, green countryside and traditional pubs, Northamptonshire's heart of England is remembered as the perfect place to relax, recuperate and experience the traditional English countryside, from farms to luxury houses, canal flats and inns, just an hour's drive from London, and with Shakespeare's Stratford-upon-Avon, the university towns of Oxford and Cambridge, and William the Conqueror The magnificent Warwick Castle, built in 1068 along the river, is just a stone's throw away.

At the end of the village, in a small three-story building with no luxury or decency, some of the heads of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families of England gathered here, regardless of the decency and grandeur of the past.

Servants and some bodyguards were left downstairs as guards, and most of the wizards gathered in a relatively spacious room on the second floor, with a small table, a few small stools, and a cabinet in the middle, with Borgin Bock and Birdside in the middle, and the other wizards gathered around them, some of whom simply sat down on blankets due to the long time of discussion.

"This Muggle stuff is so bad that the teapot doesn't fly up and refills the water on its own, it's piping hot to the touch. A goatee wizard grumbled gloomily, "If it weren't for the fear of attracting attention... That Muggle dared to charge us so much money..."

"Merlin, the descendants of the twenty-eight pure-blood families have been reduced to what they are now! these filthy Muggles, and perhaps bed bugs—" A witch beside him wrapped her body tightly in a cloak, lest the dirty blanket in the room stick to her skin.

"Who did this? Tell me, what idiot blew up the alchemy factory?That's why we have to run to the Muggle world to meet now!" Bolt yelled, "Scrimgeour said that the Ministry of Magic is no longer going to make a fuss about us as it was the other day! Those mud bloods that have been smoked to death by the smell of trolls make no one in the wizarding world sympathize with us!"

"We've discussed it for a long time, the most important role in the Harris family is not Owen, it's the headmaster!Why did you target Owen?The most important thing is why you would think of using the method of frying the big egg research department?He didn't even get a little blood out of it except to make our Minister of Magic go crazy because of the undispellable troll smell on his body!" The goatee grumbled, "My editor-in-chief, Wigswald, was also arrested, but we all knew that Lucius would not have any evidence of his connection to Voldemort... Harris wasn't going to talk about the rules anymore, and we weren't necessarily safe in gathering with these Muggles, so I was told that I could hide from my relatives abroad for a while..."

"Speaking of Lucius, what idiot took it upon himself to assassinate Lucius with a potted plant, don't you think those Aurors don't exist?" didn't think that even if he died, he might ?!!!come back if he became a ghost," Borgin Bock's hands repeatedly played with a pendant around his neck, "My men have already arrived at the hospital, and they are well prepared to ensure that even Lucius's soul will not be left behind..." When they got closer, they realized that someone had already started their alert, and Lucius was now protected to the core, and now we couldn't even know where it was... His son and wife were picked up together!"

Bird's fat chin trembled, and his narrowed eyes wandered over the wizards on the field, and he scolded: "The most important thing is that useless explosion, who did it? This is the direct factor that led to the expansion of the Ministry of Magic's operation, who will sympathize with us now?"

Even the witches who had just complained did not dare to make any more moves, for fear of being misunderstood as stupid idiots in their mouths.

Bock Bokin, who was secretly observing, saw that Bossd's unnatural expression just now was in his eyes, and he knew that the bonsai was sent by this fool without the strange object in his hand to strengthen the deception, but in view of the identity of the other party, he did not intend to debunk him in person, but to his surprise, there was no wizard who had any fluctuations in his heart about this explosion attack, and a conspiracy theory appeared in his heart.

"This explosion... How many people died?" Herbert Bock, who had been sitting in the shadows, was pushed a little closer to the small table by the butler Alfred, his arms hanging on his laps, and his old shriveled cheeks were as terrible as zombies when the light shone on the small table.

"The Ministry of Magic has released information so far... More than a dozen workshop employees were killed in the instant of the explosion, and several old guys in the protesting crowd were suffocated to death by the stench before they could catch their breath. The witch who had wrapped herself tightly said softly.

"Is it possible... Is it Harris directing and acting on his own, and he wants to use this as an excuse to launch a search and arrest operation against us?" Alfred, the butler, saw that his master glanced at him, and the master-slave relationship for many years made him immediately understand what the other party meant, so he said the speculation that came to his mind, "In order to appear some authenticity, our minister is also infected with this strange smell that is difficult to dissipate?"

As soon as this conspiracy theory was revealed, the Muggle room immediately became agitated, and the wizards still did not care about their upbringing and began to scold, they were used to living a comfortable and slow-paced life, and they felt that they had suffered more torment and hardship in the past few days than they had in their previous lives.

Herbert tapped the table with his hand, and Alfred immediately raised his voice: "Everyone, please be quiet. ”

"Look at it this way, Harris's idea... We probably get it. Herbert frowned and said, "But what do you think now, our opinions should be unified..."

After a short lull, the goatee wizard broke the stalemate: "I plan to transfer assets quickly, go abroad to hide for a few years, and come back when the domestic rumors have stopped... Or not to come back at all, I see Monsieur Persted as our role model, and my French cousin tells me that his daughter Millicent is doing well at Beauxbatons..."

"Selwyn, I think it's a good idea to get this treacherous snake of you to Martinique and not come back... As long as you are not sick or sick, you can sell it for a good price, at least a few hundred copper nats..."The witch scolded disdainfully, "Mr. Birdsted is for you that Millicent and his descendants cannot continue their studies at Hogwarts, and you are embarrassed to talk about him?"

The Selwyns' goatee wizard blushed and immediately retorted, and for a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the humble Muggle house, and they couldn't reach an agreement.

"Our family has been operating in the UK for so long, how can we say give up... Harris had only arrested a few wizards for whom they had solid evidence, and not the entire family had been implicated. ”

"Only a few people can be sacrificed in a special period, the family can at least be saved, anyway, if you don't break the law, Harris can't do anything to us... Selwyn thought about running because someone was directly working on that half-blood..."

"My son has been arrested in the Ministry of Magic, whether he is a pure-blood or not, whether he is a native British family or not, whoever can save him, our family will follow in his footsteps. ”

......

In the Umbrella room, several Aurors gathered around the room, led by Albert and Penelope, and in the middle of the long table in front of them, a skull-headed hookah was placed on it.

Then, Victor of the Umbrella Team walked in.

"Report, we have identified the place of gathering... In Northamptonshire. Victor calmly lifted his hookah, took a breath and exhaled it to project the terrain where the purebloods gathered, "They are in this Muggle house... So we delayed for a while, and my men thought they would meet at the Selwyn Fox's Hunting Ground..."

"Okay, good work... Father was very annoyed, and he specially explained that we will not let go of any wizard who tries to escape in this operation..."Albert stood straight in an Auror uniform, "Victor, your people should first set up an anti-illusion transformation enchantment around the area... The action starts with the completion of your side. ”