"Anyway, we need to create panic and show our existence that the wizarding world can't ......" The calmer Voldemort leaned forward, the dim light of the chandelier reflecting an eerie glow in his red eyes, "then attack the Muggles." ”

Voldemort looked at the nervous faces of his followers and continued, "Well, Yaxley, can I hear the news of Muggle deaths next week that will shock the wizarding world?"

"Master," said Yaxley, whose face was embarrassed by the large light gold back, his voice hoarse, "my men have been damaged in previous operations, and I need men. ”

"Let Rabastan bring Gilderoy Lockhart with him, and let that waste see blood. Bellatrix, who sat in the middle of the table, let out a shrill babyish laugh, "Rabastan, let this idiot die or use the Imperius Curse if he doesn't want to!"

"Yes. Rodolphus Lestrange's younger brother, Rabastan Lestrange, responded that he had taken his place after his brother's severed hand, but the anaconda-headed wizard had the personality of a python-headed wizard, just as his name was another name for the planet Beta Draconis in the constellation Draconus, the planet loomed in the night sky, but the starlight was dim, just as its momentum was overshadowed by its terrible sister-in-law Bella, who was accustomed to obeying the other party's commands.

There was soft laughter around the long table, and many people laughed and exchanged pleasant glances with each other, and Gilderoy Lockhart 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 true after all, and some of the imprisoned Death Eaters mistakenly thought that he was a very good master of magic without getting any information from the outside world, and when they escaped from prison, they gathered a lot of people to dare to take him here together, hoping to get the praise of their masters.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones. Voldemort raised his wand again and shook it at little Mulseber at the bottom left of the table, this time it was lighter than it had been with Travers just now, but little Mulseber fell to the ground trembling and screamed, and Gilderoy Lockhart, who had just been brought up, had a constipated expression on his face, and then he was so shocked that he retracted into his own shadow, which looked quite weak, helpless and innocent.

"You fool, you've been fooled by a liar. Voldemort's voice, though soft, clearly drowned out the laughter and commotion that sounded on the long table, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the liar in front of him who had begun to dress up again, Voldemort thought of the loss of manpower that would occur in every recent operation, although it was not enough to affect the foundation, but it could not be wasted at will, and he tried to convince himself with some helplessness in his heart: "At least his Oblivion Curse is not bad......"

At this moment, an owl flapped its wings and flew in and landed directly in front of Lucius Malfoy, who was on Voldemort's side, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

"Sorry...... Master, this is my son Draco's owl...... I can ......" Lucius Malfoy looked up, his voice a little hoarse.

"Your son, what news will he bring us?" Voldemort tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at Lucius, his hand slightly raised, sparing the other man's interruption.

With permission, Lucius opened the letter, skimmed it quickly, and handed it to Voldemort beside him.

"Master, Draco said that Alan Harris was going to visit my father at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries tomorrow, and since I was rarely at home during this time except for St. Mungo, he wrote to ask if I had time to receive him...... Master, maybe this is an opportunity......" Lucius moved the chair under him to get closer to Voldemort, in fact, he had already received a message from Alan in the afternoon, thinking of Allen's instructions to ask Voldemort, he took the opportunity to ask, "Master, since you know the other party's actions tomorrow, maybe this is an opportunity to attack Alan Harris, why don't we plan ahead?"

"Fool, that kid is very cunning, and do you think he doesn't know about you, maybe it's trying to lure us into attacking him...... If we want to take action against him, we can only wait for the time we have waited, and use the most elaborate plan to solve him at once, instead of being led by his nose!" Of course, Voldemort without a nose will not be led by Allen, he just heard Allen's name and couldn't help but feel a little angry and aggrieved: "Lucius, you go tomorrow, go to receive him, and then come back and report to me what happened." ”

Just after noon the next day, Allen and his party appeared on the third floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, in front of the Department of Strange Germ Infections.

Hermione handed a bundle of lion-headed caryophyllus tied with ribbons to Luna, who was empty-handed, and then helped Alan straighten the hood of his magic robe and said, "I'm not going in, I'm going around the hospital." ”

If it weren't for the fact that there were other activities in the tower with Alan for a while, Hermione wouldn't want to come here to visit Draco's grandfather, and it didn't take any thought to know what this old man would think of himself as a Muggle-born, although Alan was there, their attitude would not be bad, but why bother with a patient to find it boring.

"Then Luna and I will go in first. Allen, who understood Hermione's thoughts, nodded, and he said to the captain of the umbrella team beside him, "Mother Wolf, give me the gift, and you can follow Hermione, so you don't have to follow me into the ward." ”

The room that Alan entered this time was completely different from the cramped and dimly lit room he had last seen Arthur, and it seemed that the Malfoys had encased it all, although there was only a narrow window high up in the door-to-door wall, but the crystal bubble in the center of the ceiling and the magic lamp on the wall provided enough light for the room. The whole room was decorated so that it didn't look like a hospital room, but like the home of a rich man.

"Mr. Alan Harris, thank you for coming. Lucius Malfoy, who was deliberately dressed more elaborately than usual, stepped forward.

"Alan, thank you for coming to see my grandfather......" Lucius's son, Draco, followed his father, as his grandfather's illness made his greeting to Eren sound much haggard than usual.

"Malfoy is a good friend of the Harris family, and it is only natural that he should come to visit. Alan handed the gift to Draco, and Luna handed the flowers to Narcissa Black Malfoy, who was standing behind Lucius's right, and they exchanged a few more pleasantries before continuing further into the hospital room.

On the bed in the center of the room, an elderly wizard with blue skin and a green and purple rash on his face lay groggily on the bed, and the rashes covered his original face so densely that it was almost impossible to see his original face, even on his eyelids.

Allen's gaze swept over the arm he had placed on his chest, and the wrists and hands that were not covered by the sleeves were also occupied by those green and purple sores and rashes, and there was nothing undamaged.

"Father, Mr. Alan Harris, the heir to the Harris family, has come to see you. Lucius Malfoy walked over to the hospital bed and called softly.

"Help me up. A hoarse old voice sounded low from the hospital bed.

"But Father, your body. Lucius looked down at his father in the hospital bed and worried.

"Help me up, don't be rude. The voice insisted.

Lucius reluctantly helped him to his feet, and Narcissa placed several large thick pillows behind him, covering his lap with the slippery quilt. The frail old wizard was tall and slender, broad-shouldered, and was in his sixties. Allen's gaze swept silently over the other party's bare head, and he heard that since he began to lose his hair, he had shaved all his hair, leaving only two thick light blonde beards, only with his occasional sneeze, the sparks that came out of his nostrils made his beard sporadically blackened by the flames he spewed out, and it seemed that the severity of the disease this time had made him no longer have time to take care of his appearance like his hair.

He struggled to open his eyes, his gray eyes were dotted with pale green, and before Alan could speak, he turned his head to look at Narcissa: "The guests are here, and I don't know how to bring food and wine, you yourself go back to the manor, bring the best wine from my cellar, and then prepare some specialty dishes to entertain our guests, you really don't know the rules." ”

Abraxas's sudden request caught Narcissa a little off guard and aggrieved who would prepare good wine and food in the hospital. But even Lucius didn't dare to contradict his father's decision, and even more so Narcissa, she grabbed Draco and was about to leave, but Abraxas on the bed smiled as kindly as he could at Luna beside Allen, although his current appearance made the smile look a little scary: "Draco, you go and accompany this lovely girl to walk around the hospital, the little girl is not suitable to stay here, she will be scared by my appearance." ”

Luna's eyes met Abraxas, she tilted her head and smiled at him, then nodded and Narcissa left the room with a somewhat frozen smile.