Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 490 Tailored
A heated discussion was going on in the conference room in the secret territory of the Masonic Society. Benjamin, Zhou Hong, Franklin and even the old otaku Victor all fought together, arguing with each other red-faced.

Their topic today is the detailed preparations for counterattack operations using the disappearing cabinet.

This should have been a fairly simple job, but everyone disagreed.

Among them, Mike, Franklin and others thought that Hogwarts was the best battlefield. After all, it was an insurance, and Dumbledore and other professors had the bottom line, so they were not afraid of failure at all.

However, Zhou Hong, Benjamin and others didn't think much about it. They thought that this would cause a large number of deaths of students, which was not cost-effective, because the students in Hogwarts can basically be regarded as their potential resources now.

So the disappearing 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 Freemasonry, and the massive magic restrictions and combat power reserves here are the advantages of myself and others.

Not surprisingly, this point of view was strongly refuted by Franklin et al.

The reason for the rebuttal is also that this is the base camp of the Freemasons. Because of this, if there are some accidents during the battle, such as Voldemort's visit in person, then the joke will be too big, and the entire secret place of the Freemasons will be destroyed!

Mike, who was sitting in the first seat, couldn't help rubbing his brows when he saw the noisy scene in front of him. 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 for me!"

With Mike's roar, the conference room finally fell silent, and everyone covered their ears and looked at Mike in confusion.

"Stop arguing, since Hogwarts and Masonic secrets are not acceptable, let's change the location."

"However," Benjamin said distressedly, "it's hard for us to find a place as closed and safe as Hogwarts and the Freemason's Secret Realm. If it were in other places, those Death Eaters would run away. "

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the people in the conference room also showed embarrassment on their faces.

But Mike shook his head and said:

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

"You mean the Avery Secret Realm?"

Benjamin's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

The secret realm that originally belonged to the Avery family has been placed with a lot of restrictions, so there is no need to be afraid of the enemy escaping, and the best part is that the ants in that secret realm are all subservient to the Freemasonry, which means that they will It will add a lot of combat power. Even if Voldemort really appears at that time, they should be able to deal with each other by using ants as cannon fodder!

Thinking of this, Benjamin was so excited that he was about to jump up, and the Freemasons around him were obviously not stupid, and they also showed excited expressions on their faces.

Seeing this, Mike nodded, turned his head and continued:
"Then the choice of the battlefield is determined like this, Benjamin, you have to move the disappearing cabinet to the Avery Secret Realm on time on the day before Christmas.

Franklin, you can start sending people into the Avery Rift right now, the more the better. "

"Understood, boss!"*2
Franklin and Benjamin said at the same time, and then the two began to walk towards the meeting room.

Mike in the conference room continued:
"Penello, it's time to slaughter the pigs we've raised for so long. You can contact the Muggle Prime Minister. I need his help."

Franklin and Benjamin stopped in their footsteps, while Penello shook his head in confusion and said:

"Sorry, what do you mean by help?"

"Military assistance, I need him to send troops to help! Otherwise, what do you think I need? A band?"

"This...isn't that good?" Penello said with some embarrassment, "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 walk back at the door, also gave up and came back to persuade Mike to plan.

Judging from their understanding of Mike, Mike has already made up his mind, so now they only have to execute the order.

Penello also nodded, took out a notepad and said:
"Then how many people are you going to want? To be honest, I don't think the Muggle Prime Minister will give you many people. That guy is very shrewd."

"The more the better! It would be the best if he could give me nuclear weapons!" Mike's mouth slightly raised, showing a ferocious smile, "As for your second question, hehe, that's impossible Not to mention that we still have a magic contract, and I believe that the Muggle Prime Minister must be a smart person, and he must understand a truth, that is, our organization that dares to openly violate the International Statute of Secrecy will of course dare to take his life directly .”

Penello laughed, thinking she had asked a silly question, and everyone else in the conference room laughed as well.

For a moment, the entire conference room was filled with sinister sneers.

……

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

Although the merchants are busy, they all have smiles on their faces.

Although every year Hogwarts has a good business starting from Christmas, but this year's good is a bit exaggerated. There are so many people shopping that it even clogs up the Leaky Cauldron!

This is a great thing for merchants, after all, it is not easy to do business in this year.

Of course, it's all thanks to Dumbledore forbidding the students from going to Hogsmeade!

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

At this moment, Draco was holding his mother's hand and walking with difficulty in the crowded crowd, while his father walked 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.

Panting heavily, Draco patted his big back, and then looked fiercely at the long line of shops at the side.

He wanted to take a closer look, what kind of shop could gather so many people, his hairstyle was messed up just now!
I saw that it was a very ordinary shop, with Diagon Alley-style wooden doors, Diagon Alley-style windows and wallpapers, everything was standard. It seemed that the store opened in a hurry. The decor hasn't changed.

And there is a solid wooden sign hanging on the top of the shop, with blue magic ink written on it:

'Janos Boutique Black Magic Armor Shop (New product this week: Anti-Killing Curse Vest)'

"what!"

Draco laughed strangely, and the eyes of those queuing people became sarcasm.

In his opinion, this is a store run by crooks, and those who line up are all fools. How could there be a vest in this world that can prevent the death curse?
At this time, Mrs. Malfoy, who had already finished her makeup, also noticed Draco's gaze, and she slowly took out a vest from her seamless stretch pocket and handed it to Draco.

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

Draco took the vest with a dull expression, and then the expression on his face became terrified, because the surface of the vest was constantly wriggling, as if there were countless small animals sewn inside!
"Mom...Mom, this is all a lie, why did you buy this?"

Mrs. Malfoy fondled Draco's hair and said solemnly:

"No, this vest is different from those deceitful things. It is real and effective. Your father has tested it on house elves. I heard that it was invented by a student at your school. What a genius!"

Draco, whose hair was messed up again, opened his mouth wide and looked at his mother, he didn't know what to say at this time.

Fortunately, Lucius had already tidied up his appearance at this time. He glanced at the crowded crowd with contempt, turned his head and smiled and said to his wife and son:

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

After saying that, he took his wife's arm and walked slowly into the Tuofan tailor shop.

There weren't many customers in the Tuo Fan clothing store at the moment, which was very different from the shop next door, but the shop assistants and even the Malfoy family were not too surprised when they saw this.

After all, unlike Madam Mojin's robe store, which specializes in cheap prices, the Tuofan clothing store takes a high-end route. The clothes and custom-made items in it are expensive, and few ordinary wizards can afford them.

But corresponding to the super high price, the service of the out-of-the-ordinary clothing store is also surprisingly good. As soon as the Malfoy family entered, a waiter in a sky blue uniform came up and asked Malfoy with a smile on his face. family needs.

"I'm Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius raised his head and announced his name to the waiter with his nostrils, and 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 eyes 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 Untraceable Stretching Curse.

However, although the space is large, there are very few commodities inside, and most of the space is filled with various artworks, which looks very 'upper class'.

"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, and our whole family will go to the banquet. Oh, Mr. Torres is here, Xiaolong, go and measure the size."

Hearing this, a wry smile appeared on Draco's face.

Undoubtedly, this was another idea of ​​his parents to make him better friends with Astoria.

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

Then, I saw the wand in the man's hand waving slightly, and a tape measure in the tool box beside him wound around Draco's body like a snake.

"Hands up."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, and Draco did as he heard.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

The loose sleeves of Draco's robe that raised his hands slid down, revealing the hideous Dark Demon mark on his arm.

Mr. Torres' face changed slightly, while Draco slammed his arm, with an ugly expression on his face, staring at Mr. Torres viciously.

Also still glaring at Mr. Torres were Lucius Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy, and the atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.

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

"Mr. Torres, did you see that?"

"No, I didn't see anything."

Mr. Torres replied very calmly.

Hearing this, 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, that's why he chose to come to the Out of the World tailor-made dresses instead of other stores that were more convenient.

Because Mr. Torres is a pure-blood wizard who favors Voldemort's faction, he will not discriminate against or be afraid of Death Eaters. The reason why the other party showed such a surprised expression just now is most likely because he was shocked that he would let his son do the same. Just join the Death Eaters.

The tailoring work continued, and Mr. Torres was obviously out of shape, but his superb technology allowed him to quickly complete the work and return to his separate compartment.

In the lounge beside him, Mrs. Malfoy had already hugged Draco and cried bitterly.

Lucius on the side also had a sad face, as long as he saw Lucius' dark mark on Draco's arm, he would feel a burst of heartache.

I and my wife, Narcissa, have not had a good time. Ever since Voldemort brought the Death Eaters to Malfoy Manor and used it as a base, they have been terrified every day, for fear that Voldemort will kill them all if he is unhappy. up.

Moreover, Voldemort and the Death Eaters don't know how to spell the word saving. They squandered crazily in Malfoy Manor, which led to the almost exhaustion of the Galleons in the Malfoy family vault!
Of course, that's not the most important thing.

What made Lucius feel the most heartache was his own son, Draco, who was accepted as a Death Eater by that lunatic Voldemort, and was given an absolutely impossible task - to assassinate McTorney and Dumbledore!
If you can't complete the task assigned by Voldemort, there is only one end, that is tragic death!

Thinking of this, Lucius frowned even tighter, and looked at Draco with guilt.

He knew very well that Voldemort was punishing himself, the traitor who betrayed his master when his master was in danger.

And Draco obviously didn't notice the deep meaning in his old father's eyes, at this moment he was patting his mother on the back, comforting her.

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

She stretched out her hand and stroked Draco's face slowly, gritted her teeth and said:
"Xiaolong, although the task that person entrusted to you is very difficult, mother will never let you have an accident, absolutely not!"

Hearing that Draco had a look of complacency on his 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!"

(End of this chapter)