Hogwarts Everything is Three

The wizards at the venue seemed to be shocked by the sudden announcement by Harris and his son. After a brief moment of silence, heated discussions broke out in the venue.

　　 "Crazy, is he thinking about the consequences? Once the UK leaves the International Wizarding Federation, most of the agreements will be invalidated, let alone trade and even population circulation become a problem."

　　 "I don't believe that Britain will withdraw. He should be just a threat. This is intimidating the president of the International Wizarding Federation!"

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Allen and Irving did not act according to common sense, and the gesture of suddenly requesting to retire made Mrs. Maxim anxious: "Minister Irving Harris, Commissioner Allen Harris, the British Ministry of Magic still has to proceed cautiously... It is a huge loss for other countries."

"Everyone, please keep quiet." Akinbard forced himself to calm down. He narrowed his eyes and said to Irving. "Minister Irving Harris, regarding withdrawing from the International Wizarding Federation, we don't want to talk about other processes, even if you It’s the minister, I’m afraid I don’t have the power to be the master of the entire British magic world...

"I’m worried about this. I’m asking myself if I haven’t wasted time in the past few years. I have won a little reputation in the UK..." Allen has not given up for a long time. "I will try my best to call on our British wizards to do this. a little."

Everyone is aware of Allen’s appeal in the UK at this time, not to mention how much Muggle and mixed-blood wizards worship and believe in him, even if there are some pure blood that doesn’t deal with Harris in the concept, Allen is defeated again this time. The mysterious man also changed his attitude. If Harris desperately wants Britain to leave the International Wizarding Federation, they might indeed be able to do it.

Akinbard also knows that whether it is Allen as the top combat force or the British Ministry of Magic with the reformed armed Auror, it is enough to ensure that they are not afraid of any threat of force during this process-after all, the International Federation of Wizards But there is no way to summon the magic world of all countries in the world to work together on this kind of thing, risking the death and injury of the doomed war and consuming resources on this kind of thing.

"In addition, the British Ministry of Magic will re-establish diplomatic relations with other magic circles and sign new trade contracts. We in the United Kingdom have been trying to seek common development with other magic circles, and help each other..." Irving read the word assistance very much. Loudly, he looked around the expressions of the wizards in the venue, then smiled satisfied and nodded.

As if worried about angering the other party and making things completely out of control, Akinba's German language is no longer as rigid as before, and almost pleadingly persuades, "...After all, our current goal is to jointly combat mysterious people and maintain confidentiality laws, please Consider the overall situation... we don’t need to make such a small matter to such an extent."

"Small things? Now the president, but you have convened the International Wizarding Federation meeting for this little thing..." Allen raised an eyebrow, "Also, since you want to take care of the overall situation, why don't you, the president, take care of the overall situation? I think we are in Britain. I have taken care of the overall situation many times in this meeting..."

After being told three times by the opponent that Gu Quan was stunned by the overall situation, Akinbad had no idea how to end the stage. He did not expect that he had planned to just fight back against the inexplicable hostility that Britain has always held against him and teach them a lesson. At the end of the meeting, I could not get off the stage at all.

It’s fine to apologize in a private meeting. What the other party asks is a public apology for clarification; and if you don’t agree, even if the possibility is small, it doesn’t matter if things happen or not, because the president of the International Wizarding Federation has no reason to target the members. Such things as the country’s application to withdraw from the association are considered unheard of, and this will make Akinbad feel that his president has lost his face and is recorded in the annals of history.

Then, Alan Harris’s vague voice sounded from the bottom of Akinbad’s heart, "Dear Babajid, how about it? Although silence is considered a third option, it will only make you more It's shameful, so make your choice as soon as possible."

Akinbard was shocked, knowing that the other party was communicating with him using code words, so he also asked the answer he had always wanted to know in his heart: "Why? Is it because the United Kingdom wants to regain the chairmanship?" "

　　 "Babajid...you misunderstood, we Harris are not interested in this position..."

After 　　, on the second day after the International Wizarding Federation meeting ended. In France, in the depths of a deep and wide jungle, all kinds of trees and bushes are intertwined and densely mixed. The branches and leaves of the dwarf jungle are so dense that even wild goats can't get into it.

More than a dozen black smoky figures suddenly appeared from the void, and one of the taller wizards used a magic wand to split a cluster of stalks that entangled his magic robe, "Unlucky, smashed...who chooses the master? Such a place is really hidden."

"The jungle of Port Vecchio, the local Muggles describe it like this, "If you commit a murder, then hide in the jungle of Vecchio." This is a good place to hide the base." The shorter dark wizard suddenly He got down short and got into a dark cave.

　　 "How did you get in the town of Coulter?" The tall wizard's face was extremely gloomy under the fluorescent light.

"Not very good," said the short wizard a little annoyed. "You can't even imagine that there are so few Jin Jialongs in the famous Miller Fali house... I have to take some art that is not easy to get. But Their pastries are not bad."

"These prestigious families have their own vaults in Gringotts. It is normal to store less cash... But you dare to eat their cakes..." The tall wizard looked a little joking, "I don't know where it came from. Luc Millefari? He is indeed a famous pastry chef, but he is famous for poisoning mud seeds with pastries..."

　　 This made the short man look horrified and took out a bottle of universal antidote and poured it down on himself, and then threw away a bag that had been casted with a traceless stretch curse like a poisonous snake pest.

The tall black wizard continued to laugh at him as he walked towards the cave's hinterland. The terrain dropped abruptly, and the two of them held their breath and carefully walked down the winding path-signs on the wall proved this way. It was not long after being transformed by these black wizards with magic.

　　 Only later, the light in front of them suddenly brightened a lot. They narrowed their eyes, and it took a long time to get used to the dazzling light from the dark tunnel that they had just passed through.

　　 The tall wizard shook his head. The Death Eater mark on his arm was hot, and the information of all kinds of people who said Voldemort's name was imported into his brain, which made him even more impetuous. It's just that the figure in the hall in the belly of the mountain in front of him did not dare to complain at all, or even the atmosphere, pulling his companions to quietly stand among the silent Death Eaters standing on both sides.

The stone walls were surrounded by flaming torches. A luxurious carpet covered almost the entire stone floor. The person who made them fearful stood barefoot on the fluffy carpet. The light of the jumping fire reflected his pale skin. On the face, describe terrible.

　　 "So you haven't got the news of Grigovich..." Voldemort's high-pitched, clear voice sounded in this space.

"Master... Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix have also started activities in Germany... They stopped us..." The Death Eaters were silent, lowered their heads, and slowed down their breathing, for fear of incurring the angry Dark Lord. .

"You want to tell me now that not only did you fail to obtain the information I wanted, but there was also the sound of people leaking it?" Voldemort's slender fingers were on the death mark on his arm, and he resisted the urge to pull out his wand: These stupid idiots are weak, but they are still more loyal than those who escaped. The Dark Lord dangerously narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. The remaining reason made him understand that he needed more hands to do things, and as long as the predatory behavior went smoothly. If you regain sufficient resources, you will be able to recruit enough manpower as soon as possible, and regroup your strength-and those guys who make the rudder run away can also use the imprint to determine the location and give a'fatal punishment when they have spare time. 'Or'forgiveness'.

　　 "Master, the supplies I brought from the UK this time have been counted and stored..." Lucius Malfoy's voice sounded to ease the silence on the scene, and he just walked in from the door and bowed to Voldemort.

"Very well, Lucius, you have been using your actions to prove your loyalty to me..." Voldemort's cold voice showed rare satisfaction, and he raised the one where he had installed the "Hand of Vecna". Amputated his arm, turned his wrist a few times, and pointed to a few Death Eaters standing aside, "Lucius and you guys swore to be loyal to me forever and have followed me until now. Your loyalty is much more reliable and sincere than these newly joined Death Eaters, after being tested."

"Master, these things are of no use lying in the Malfoy vault in Gringotts." Lucius Malfoy's body was lowered. "My dad taught me that money must be spent valuable in order to be used. Called wealth... if they can share the worries and serve the master, it would be of great value to Malfoy."

"As expected, Mr. Abrams? Malfoy who can oust the Mudblood Minister of Magic...Huh?" Voldemort raised his head and praised him with a smile that was rare during this period of time~www.ltnovel.com ~ He noticed that a Death Eater leaning in a corner seemed unable to restrain himself, and glanced over his arm from time to time, "But I noticed that some of us seem to be unhappy recently... What makes you unhappy? Avery?"

　　 "Master, I didn't...I didn't...I didn't" Avery said tremblingly, with sweat on his forehead and upper lip, but he didn't dare to move.

"Lie! Master! He is unhappy because of the imprint!" Bellatrix touched his belly kicked by the fetus because of his emotional ups and downs, and licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue, "...but the master …Recently, there seems to be more and more idiots who dare to say the master’s name... It seems that there are still many dirty mudbloods!" Bellatrix smirked a few times and appeared to be more insane than her master. "They How dare to say the name of the great Dark Lord directly! Where did they learn it! ... When I finish giving birth, I will kill them one by one."

Hearing Bella’s doubts, Lucius glanced at Voldemort quietly, only to confirm that the Dark Lord in Bella’s heart was "like a god", probably because the environment here did not see the recent turbulent news. The reason-and he himself had just returned from England, and he wanted to pretend to be confused and say that he didn't know it, otherwise Voldemort would know it sooner or later.

　　 Lucius sighed silently, wiped the sweat from his lips with a trembling hand, and whispered carefully, "Master, I came back from England this time...and brought some news...it should be related to this..."

　　 Lucius took a step forward, holding up his collection of "Daily Prophet" and other magazines, and dedicated them to Voldemort.