Chapter 483： ? Tailored

A fierce discussion is taking place in the conference room in the secret territory of the Freemasonry. Benjamin, Zhou Hong, Franklin, and even the old otaku Victor are all fighting together, with red-faced disputes.

Their topic today is about the detailed preparations for using the vanishing cabinet to counterattack.

This should be a fairly simple task, but everyone has their own opinions.

Among them, Mike, Franklin and others think that Hogwarts is the best battlefield. After all, this is an insurance, and Dumbledore and other professors are not afraid of failure.

However, Zhou Hong, Benjamin and others did not think so much. They believed that this would cause a large number of deaths of students. This is not a cost-effective behavior, because the students in Hogwarts can basically be regarded as their potential resources.

Therefore, the vanishing cabinet must be moved away as soon as possible, and the best place is of course the Freemason Secret Realm, because this is the base camp of the Freemason, and the massive magic prohibition and combat power reserve here are the advantages of myself and others.

Not surprisingly, this view was strongly refuted by Franklin and others.

The reason for the rebuttal is also that this is the base camp of Freemasonry. Because of this, if some accidents are discovered during the battle, such as Voldemort's personal visit, the joke will be a big deal, and the entire secret world of Freemasonry will be destroyed!

Mike sitting in the first seat looked at the noisy group in front of him and couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows. He really didn't expect this matter to be so difficult to decide.

Then he took a deep breath and raised his wand.

"Shut up all to me!"

With Mike's roar, the meeting room finally became quiet, and everyone covered their ears, looking at Mike in confusion.

"Don't quarrel, since Hogwarts and Freemasonry are not good, let's change positions."

"But," Benjamin said with a face, "it's hard to find a closed and safe place like Hogwarts and Freemasonry. If you change to another place, the Death Eaters will run away." "

As soon as he said this, the faces of the rest of the people in the meeting room also showed embarrassment.

But Mike shook his head and said:

"Did you forget that we still have a secret?"

"You mean Avery Secret Realm?"

Benjamin's eyes lit up all at once.

The secret realm that originally belonged to the Avery family has a lot of restrictions. There is no need to fear the enemy to escape. The best thing is that the ants in the secret realm are all surrendered to the Freemasonry, which means they will It will add a lot of fighting power. Even if Voldemort does appear at that time, they should be able to deal with each other by using ants as cannon fodder!

Benjamin was about to jump up with excitement as he thought about this, and the Masonic members around him were obviously not stupid, and their faces showed excitement.

Seeing this, Mike nodded, turned his head and continued:

"Then the choice of the battlefield is fixed, Benjamin, you have to move the vanishing cabinet to the Avery Secret Realm on time by the day before Christmas.

Franklin, you can start deploying people into the Avery Secret Realm now, the more the better. "

"Got it, boss!"*2

Franklin and Benjamin said in unison, and then the two began to walk outside the meeting room.

Mike in the conference room continued:

"Penello, it's time to slaughter the pigs we have raised for so long. Please contact the Muggle Prime Minister. I need his help."

Franklin and Benjamin's footsteps stopped, and Penello shook his head in confusion:

"Sorry, what do you mean by help?"

"Armed assistance, I need him to send troops to help! Otherwise, what do you think I need? Band?"

"Is this... not so good?" Penello said embarrassedly, "After all, this is a battle between wizards. Let the Muggles come in..."

"listen to me!"

Penello's words were forcibly interrupted, and Benjamin, who was about to go back at the door, also gave up to come back to persuade Mike.

Judging from what they know about Mike, Mike has made up his mind, so now they only have to execute orders.

Penello also nodded, took out his notepad and said:

"Then how many people are you going to want? Seriously, I don't think the Muggle Prime Minister will give you how many people, that guy is very smart."

"The more the better! It would be best if he could give me nuclear weapons!" Mike's mouth raised slightly, revealing a grim smile, "As for the second question you said, hehe, that's impossible. Let’s not say that we still have a magic contract. Besides, I believe that the Muggle Prime Minister must be a wise man. He must understand a truth. Of course, organizations like ours that dare to violate the international secrecy law will also dare to take his life directly. ."

Penello smiled. She felt like she had asked a silly question, and the other people in the conference room were also laughing.

For a while, the entire conference room was filled with a gloomy sneer.

...

At the same time, Diagon Alley was crowded with people.

Although the merchants are busy, their faces are full of smiles.

Although their business will be very good every year when Hogwarts starts Christmas, but this year is really good, which is a bit too exaggerated. There are so many people who come to shop that they even block the Broken Cauldron Bar!

This is a great thing for businesses, after all, business is not easy to do in the current years.

Of course, thanks to Dumbledore for banning students from going to Hogsmeade!

The shopkeepers of Diagon Alley greeted Dumbledore cordially in their hearts. At the same time, the shopkeepers of Hogsmeade Village were doing the same thing, except that they were victims of this school closure. The greetings are different.

At this moment, Draco was holding his mother's hand and walking hard in the crowd, while his father was walking in the front alone, opening a narrow path for the two of them.

Finally, after a lot of hard work, the three of them squeezed out of the crowd and came to the door of a slightly deserted shop.

Draco slapped his big back with a rough breath, and then looked hard at the long line of shops.

He had to take a good look, what kind of shop could gather so many people, and his haircut was messed up just now!

I saw that it was a very ordinary shop, with wooden doors in Diagon Alley style, windows and wallpaper in Diagon Alley style. Everything was in standard style. At first glance, this shop opened in a hurry, even in the store. The decoration has not changed.

And on the top of the shop is a solid wood sign on which it writes in blue magic ink:

‘Jenos Boutique Black Magic Armor Shop (New Product of the Week: Vest of Defensive Charm)’

"what!"

Draco let out a weird laugh, and the look at the people in line became sarcasm.

In his opinion, this is a shop opened by a liar, and all those queuing up are fools. How could this world have a vest that can prevent the killing curse?

At this time, Mrs. Malfoy, who had finished finishing her makeup, also noticed Draco's gaze. She slowly took out a vest from her non-marking stretch pocket and handed it to Draco.

"Don't worry, baby, I have already bought it for you."

Draco took the vest with a dull look, and immediately the expression on his face began to become terrified, because the surface of the vest was constantly squirming, as if there were countless small animals sewn inside!

"Mom...Mom, this is a lie, why are you buying this?"

Madame Malfoy rubbed Draco's hair fondly, and said solemnly:

"No, this vest is different from those deceptive things. It is real and effective. Your dad has tried it with house elves. I heard that this was invented by a student in your school. What a genius!"

Draco, whose hair was messed up again, opened his mouth and looked at his mother. He had no idea what to say at this time.

Fortunately, Lucius had already arranged his appearance at this time. He glanced at the crowd contemptuously, turned his head and smiled and said to his wife and son:

"Stop standing here, let's go in quickly."

After that, he slowly walked into the Tuofan garment store holding his wife.

There were not many customers in Tuofan's clothing store at this moment, and it was a world away from the store next door, but the staff and even the Malfoy family were not surprised when they saw it.

After all, unlike the Madam Morkin gown specialty store that specializes in the cheap route, the Tuofan ready-to-wear store takes the high-end route. The clothes and customized items inside are expensive, and few ordinary wizards can afford it.

But corresponding to the super high prices, the service of Tuofan Garment Store is surprisingly good. As soon as the Malfoys entered, a waiter in a sky blue uniform came up and asked Malfoy with a smile on his face. The needs of a family.

"I am Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius raised his head and reported his name to the waiter with his nostrils. The waiter quickly bowed and said softly:

"Mr. Malfoy, please go to the second floor. Mr. Torres has been waiting for a long time."

Lucius nodded in satisfaction, and then led his wife and children to the second floor under the surprised gaze of the guests on the first floor.

The second floor of the clothing store is not as small as it looks from the outside. On the contrary, the space on the second floor is much larger than that on the first floor. This is obviously the effect of the non-mark stretching curse.

However, although the space is large, there are very few merchandise placed in it. Most of the space is filled with all kinds of artworks, which is very ‘upper’.

"Mom, why did you suddenly think of buying a dress for me? Is there another party?"

Draco asked curiously, holding his mother's hand.

"Have you forgotten? It will be Mrs. Greengrass' birthday in a few days, when our family will be attending the banquet. Oh, Mr. Torres is here, Xiao Long, go and measure the size."

A wry smile appeared on Draco's face.

Undoubtedly, this was another idea his parents came up with in order for him to have a better relationship with Astoria.

Although there was some resistance in his heart, Draco obediently walked to a slightly serious middle-aged man.

Afterwards, I saw the man's wand danced slightly, and a tape measure in the tool box beside him wrapped around Draco's body like a snake.

"Raise your hands."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, and Draco was said to have followed suit.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

The loose sleeves of Draco's robe with his hands raised slipped down, revealing the hideous dark mark on his arms.

Mr. Torres' face changed slightly and Draco violently covered his arms. The expression on his face was ugly, staring at Mr. Torres ferociously.

Lucius Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy were also staring at Mr. Torres, and the atmosphere suddenly became very embarrassing.

After a while, Lucius narrowed his eyes and asked each word:

"Mr. Torres, have you seen it?"

"No, I didn't see anything."

Mr. Torres replied very calmly.

And when he heard that, Lucius also sighed and patted Draco on the back to signal him not to be nervous.

In fact, Lucius was already ready to be discovered, so he chose to come to Tufan clothing store to customize dresses instead of other shops that are more convenient.

Because Mr. Torres was originally a pure-blood wizard who favored Voldemort, he would not discriminate against or be afraid of Death Eaters. The reason why the other party showed such a surprised expression just now is probably just shocked that he would let his son too. Just join the Death Eaters.

As the tailored work continued, Mr. Torres was obviously out of state, but his superb technique allowed him to finish the work quickly and return to his own separate compartment.

In the lounge on the side, Mrs. Malfoy had already hugged Draco and wept bitterly.

Lucius on the side was also full of sadness. As long as he saw the Dark Mark on Draco's arm, Lucius felt a burst of heartache.

He and his wife Narcissa had a bad time. Since Voldemort brought the Death Eaters into Malfoy Manor and used it as a base, they have been frightened every day, for fear that Voldemort would kill them all if they were unhappy. Up.

Moreover, Voldemort and the Death Eaters don't know how to spell the word saving. They squandered wildly in the Malfoy Manor, which caused the Jin Jialong in the Malfoy family treasury to be almost spent!

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

What made Lucius most heartbroken was his son. Draco was taken as a Death Eater by the madman of Voldemort, and was granted an absolutely impossible task-to assassinate MacTorley and Dumbledore!

Unable to complete the task set by Voldemort, there is only one end, that is, a tragic death!

Lucius' brows tightened even more at the thought of this The gaze towards Draco was also full of guilt.

He knew very well that Voldemort was punishing himself, punishing himself, a traitor who had betrayed when his master was in distress.

And Draco obviously didn't notice his old father's deep gaze, and at this moment he was patting his mother's back, comforting her.

Mrs. Malfoy, who heard her son's comforting words, sat up, and her tearful face suddenly became firm.

She stretched out her hand and slowly stroked Draco's face, gritted her teeth and said:

"Xiaolong, although the task assigned to you by that person is very difficult, mother will never let you have an accident, absolutely not!"

Hearing that a smug look appeared on Draco's face, he raised his head slightly and said excitedly:

"Of course I will be fine, in fact I have found a way to complete the task!"

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