In the living room of this mansion sat the core members of the seven Monte families, most of them were not very old middle-aged, and there was only one young wizard, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.

However, in the face of the patriarch's question, no one dared to speak for a while.

"Grigor, as the heir to the family, I want to hear your thoughts. Ruseffer Monte said abruptly to the young wizard by name.

"I—" Grigor Monte was speechless for a moment, seeing the appearance of the young wizard who had his hand on the wooden bed beside him, crouching down and looking at him calmly, appeared on the television again, for so many years, I don't know how many times this scene appeared in his dreams, if that time it was not the petrification spell that waited for him, but the life curse...

A middle-aged wizard in his fifties with a pretentious style reminded him: "Grigor, the patriarch is asking you, please don't get distracted..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Uncle Franz!" Grigor slammed into a spirit, and he quickly organized his words with a wince, "Alan Harris drove out Dumbledore and defeated the Dark Lord, and now another man can raise a city..."Seeing the patriarch Russuph Monte's increasingly gloomy face, he cautiously changed his tone and tentatively said, "Maybe we shouldn't take a head-on confrontation attitude in the face of such a powerful wizard... We should be right... Compromise, at least superficially, to make some compromises so that the other side does not target us?"

"Patriarch, I have a different opinion. We can never compromise with Harris, although it seems that no country can stand against Britain on its own now, but I think these things at Hogwarts today have the opposite effect on them!" Franz, who had just reminded Griegor, immediately retorted, "It is not ruled out that some people will be scared by Harris, but now it is different, many countries must also feel the sense of threat we have been under in the past few years... If we take the initiative to contact them and jointly impose sanctions to create pressure, I think there is still a chance that Harris will compromise, no matter how strong he is, he will not be able to stand up to so many wizarding worlds. ”

"That's right! There is absolutely no need for us to compromise directly with our enemy Harris, for the policy of appeasement is not in the interests of the Monte family. ”

"There are many countries and forces whose interests are affected, and we are not the only ones who oppose Harris, as long as we unite and integrate the forces of other countries, we don't have to fear Harris at all. ”

"We have been operating in Bulgaria for many years, and Harris does not have any power or power here. Our business is also in Bulgaria, and it has nothing to do with the British, so there is no need to sacrifice the interests of the family to curry favor with Harris. ”

For a moment, the core members of the entire living room became active, echoing Franz's opinion against the heir.

Grigor could only shrink back in his seat in fear and stop talking, just silently listening to the opinions of these family members, but he knew Franz's thoughts in his heart, his son Novak was a former heir and was very good, but he was killed by the other party when he attacked Alan Harris, and Alan also made this clear to them almost unscrupulously, so he has been unhappy after being declared the successor, likes to take the lead in finding fault with himself, and is also the most staunch anti-Harris leader in the family.

Franz did think of his son who had been killed by Allen, the half-haired wizard who was still middle-aged and red-eyed, his hands hidden under the wizard's robes clenched, and he looked at Gregor again, and he felt even more eyesore: "Griegor, don't bring your father Carson to our conference room in Durmstram's survival suit... Can't be so timid here, you should..."

"Franz is enough! Now the heir of the Monte family is Grigor! Novak has embraced magic!" Ruseff Monte was furious, looking at his gray-haired son in front of him and thinking of his wonderful grandson, he sighed and began to speak, "Novak is dead, you elders should be the first to accept this fact and not fight him, the current heir is Grigor, your duty is to teach him well." ”

"I'm sorry, father..."Franz lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, but he still felt that the nephew in front of him was the same as his father Carson Monte, the vice principal who now only dared to do anything in Durmstrang and did nothing, was frightened by Harris, did not dare to do anything, became a waste, compared to his son Novak Carl Monte, it was too far behind.

"Grigor, don't be careful... Your uncles have only been blinded by hatred and wealth, but I don't think it's in the interests of the Monte family to appease, and I don't think Harris will easily accept our compromise after so many years of confrontation..."Russeff said comfortingly to Grigor, then looked at the middle-aged people, "But now, continue to adopt a resolute confrontational attitude, do you want the Monte family to be extinct? Although Harris can't fight the whole world, it is easy to find a few thorns to take revenge on them before compromise, and when the time comes, the new and old hatreds will be counted together with our Monte family, which is their best target! I remember I taught you not to see everyone as a whole and forget all about it? Even if our family is not united enough to be united, can you still expect those countries you are contacting to be willing to stand up for us when they get Harris to compromise?"

The meeting room of the Monte family became silent under the old patriarch's reprimand, and only Franz cautiously asked, supported by hatred in his heart, "Father... Please forgive us for being blunt, but you mean?"

"Franz, your sister's plan to convince her husband to unite with us and ban Harris TV cannot be stopped, this new media, at least in Bulgaria, has to be in our own hands, this new gadget is much more influential than magazines and newspapers, and if you control it, you will have a mouthpiece." Russeph's face was gloomy, "Your plan to contact other countries to fight Harris together can also be carried out, but we are not really continuing to confront Harris, we just have to show our strength, that is, to fight first so that Harris knows our ability, but we can't let the other party focus all their energy on us... When the time comes, we will contact Harris privately and throw an olive branch, which can get the best interest for us. ”

Franz was not reconciled by his father's plan: "Father, but if we betray the other countries we have united this time..."

Russef continued to scold his son in front of him: "Idiot! As long as Alan Harris is here, Harris is fundamentally invincible, don't forget, although I still don't dare to fully believe it, there is probably a true god behind his family, and other countries can indeed fight against them for a while, but I don't see the slightest benefit and real chance of victory from this confrontation." ”

Franz was not convinced: "But father, Harris's style is also very tough! I don't think they will easily accept our surrender to us who have been making trouble for them." ”

"When the time comes, Harris will give them whatever he wants, whether it is our property or land in Bulgaria, or even let your sister and brother-in-law cooperate with them in the Ministry of Magic. Russeff said with a serious face, "And the Eye of Vicna, and send it to that Alan Harris when the time comes!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged wizards in the conference room were shocked: "How can this work! This is our family..."

"Shut up!" Franz's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Father, you mean to deal with Alan Harris like our ancestor Kazakhstan did to Nellida Vokanova, the founder of Durmstran?"

"I'm disappointed in you Franz, that's why I'm not going to give you the family, you're blinded by hatred... Since this kind of confrontation is no longer beneficial, we should think about turning it into a benefit. Ruthef looked at his son's eyes full of disapproval, "This thing has remained in our family for nearly a thousand years, and it will not do us any good except to kill generations of elites, and since we want to compromise and reconcile, we should show sincerity, and when the time comes, we must explain the danger in it. Harris went back to the past, whether the goddess behind him was a real god or a fake, but at least it was a real founder from ancient times, and their understanding of this Vic artifact would not be much worse than that of you and me, and it would be foolish to offend people to death if they gave gifts..."

"Bang !!"

With a loud bang out of thin air, Rusef Monte, the current patriarch of the Monte family sitting on the sofa, was suddenly blown into a cloud of blood mist, and blood and flesh were splashed...

Franz, who was said to be unable to raise his head, had not yet seen what was happening, and the expression on his face was still in a gloomy state of loss when he spoke...... The other people in the living room didn't slow down, but the blood of their patriarch's entrails splashed all over the conference room after the blast was blown away.