Chapter 702: Abraxas Malfoy

"Anyway, we need to create panic to show our existence, since the magic world cannot ..." Calm Voldemort leaned forward, and the dim light of the chandelier reflected a strange light in his red eyes, "Go Attack Muggles. "

Lord Voldemort looked at the nervous faces of his followers and continued, "How is it, Yaxley, next week I can hear the mass deaths of Muggles to shock the magic world?"

"Master," Yaxley's face with a light gold back was embarrassed, and his voice was hoarse: "My men have been broken in the previous actions, and I need people."

"Let Rabastan take Gidero Lockhart and let the waste see the blood." Bellatrix sitting in the middle of the table gave a harsh baby laugh, "Rabastan, this idiot doesn't If you want, let him die or use the Soul Capture! "

"Yes." Radolph Lestrange's younger brother, Rabastan Lestrange replied that he took his place after the brother broke his hand, but this looks like a wizard-headed wizard The character, just as his name is another name for the star in the dragon constellation, this planet is faintly visible in the night sky, but the starlight is dim, just as its momentum is also covered by its terrible sister-in-law Bella, it is already used to obedience The other party's command.

There was a soft laughter around the long table, many people sneered and exchanged happy eyes-Gidero Lockhart was still habitually bragging in Azkaban, putting his books The content of it as a personal experience, bragging to the Death Eaters detained in Azkaban. His eloquence is good, and the stories he tells are after all true. Some of the imprisoned Death Eaters have no outside news, so they mistakenly thought that he was really a good magician, and he gathered a lot when he escaped from prison. Only the men dare to cover him here, hoping to get the appreciation of his master.

"Drill your heart." Voldemort raised his wand again and shook the little Mulseber at the bottom left of the table-this time it was still lighter than Travers, but also little Murce Bo fell to the ground tremblingly and screamed. The newly brought Gidero Lockhart had a constipated expression on his face. At this time, he was so shocked that he retracted into his own shadow. Quite weak, helpless and innocent.

"You idiot, was blinded by a liar." Although Voldemort's voice was very soft, it clearly covered the laughter and commotion that sounded on the long table. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the one who was starting to dress up again. Scammer, Voldemort thought of the manpower loss that would have occurred in every recent action. Although it is not possible to talk about the degree of impact on the foundation, he can't waste it at will. He has some helpless attempts to persuade himself: "At least his forgetting spell not bad……"

At this moment, an owl flew in with flapping wings and fell directly in front of Lucius Malfoy on the side of Voldemort. All eyes were attracted.

"Sorry ... Master, this is the owl of my son Draco ... I can ..." Lucius Malfoy looked up, his voice hoarse.

"Your son, what new news will he bring to us?" Voldemort turned his head slightly to the side, looked at Lucius, and raised his hand gently to spare the other party's behavior of interrupting the meeting.

With permission, Lucius opened the letter, and after a quick glance, handed it to Voldemort.

"Master, Draco said that Alan Harris is going to visit my father at the Magical Injury Hospital of St. Mungo tomorrow, because I rarely stay at home except for St. Mungo during this time, so he wrote and asked me No time to go to reception ... The host may be an opportunity ... "Lucius moved the chair under him, bringing him closer to Voldemort. In fact, he had received the Allen biography in the afternoon. The news came, thinking of Allen telling himself to ask Voldemort, he took the opportunity to ask, "Master, since he knows what the other party is going to do tomorrow, maybe this is an opportunity to attack Allen Harris, is it not as good as our layout in advance?"

"Fool! That kid is very deceitful! And, do you think he doesn't know your situation? Maybe it's just to attract us to attack him ... The only way to deal with him is to wait until the time we wait, using the most thoughtful Plan to solve him at once, not to be led by him! "Voldemort without a nose would certainly not be led by Allen. He just could n’t help being angry and suffocated just by hearing Allen ’s name. : "Lucius, you go tomorrow, go to receive him, and then come back and report the process to me."

Just after noon the next day, the figure of Allen and his team appeared on the third floor of St. Mungo ’s Magical Injury Hospital in front of the Department of Biological Infection.

Hermione handed a bunch of ribbon-headed dianthus to Luna, who was empty-handed, and then helped Allen to sort out the hood of the magic robe on his body. Go around. "

If it were n’t for a while that there were other activities in the tower with Allen, Hermione would n’t be here to visit Draco ’s grandfather, and you do n’t have to think about what the old man would think of Muggle-born himself, even though Allen Now, their attitude will not be bad, but why bother to ask a patient to find it boring.

"Then I'll go first with Luna." Allen, who understood Hermione's ideas, nodded. He said to the captain of the umbrella team next to him. "Wolf mother, give me the gift, you should follow Hermione. Entered the ward. "

The ward that Allen entered this time was very different from the small and dim ward when he last visited Arthur. It seemed that the Malfoy had packed this ward, although only the door-to-door wall was opened a narrow Narrow windows, but the crystal bubbles in the center of the ceiling and magic lights on the walls provide enough light for the room. The entire room has been decorated, it doesn't look like a ward, it looks like a rich man's home.

"Mr. Allen Harris, thank you for coming." Lucius Malfoy, who was deliberately dressed more than usual, came forward.

"Alan, thank you for coming to see my grandpa ..." Lucius's son Draco followed his father, because the grandpa's illness made him greet Alan with a lot of haggard than usual.

"Malfo and the Harris family have a good relationship. It's right to come to visit." Alan gave the gift to Draco, and Luna handed the flowers in her hand to Naxisha, who was standing behind Lucius' right ? Black? Malfoy, they greeted each other a few words before continuing into the ward.

On the hospital bed in the middle of the room, an elderly witch with blue skin and a green and purple rash on his face lay dimly on the hospital bed. Those rashes covered his original face so densely that he could hardly see him. The face is even on the eyelids.

Allen's eyes swept over his arm that was placed on his chest, his wrists and hands that were not covered by his sleeves, and they were all occupied by those green and purple acne and rashes. nothing.

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

"Help me." A hoarse old voice murmured from the hospital bed.

"But your body, father." Lucius looked down at his father in bed, worried.

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

Lucius lifted him helplessly, and Narcissa put a few thick pillows behind him, covering the slipped quilt on his lap. The frail elderly wizard was tall and slender, with broad shoulders, and he was about sixty years old ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Allen's eyes moved quietly over the other person's bald head. All of his hair was shaved, leaving only two thick temples of light golden bearded beard, but with the occasional sneeze, the sparks from his nostrils caused his bearded be sporadic by the flames he spewed out The ground burned a little—it seems that the severity of the disease this time has left him no time to care for his appearance like his hair.

He opened his eyes strenuously. The gray eyes were dotted with light green. Before Allen spoke, he turned to look at Narcissa: "The guests are here, and they do n’t know how to bring the food and wine. The best wine in the wine cellar is brought in, and then we prepare some special dishes to entertain our guests. I really don't understand the rules. "

Abrasas' sudden request made Narcissa a little caught off guard and wronged, who would prepare fine wine and food in the hospital. But even Lucius did not dare to refute his father ’s decision, and Narcissa was even more afraid. She pulled Draco and was about to leave, but Abraxas on the bed was facing Luna beside Alan Smiled as friendly as possible, although his present appearance makes this smile look a little scary: "Draco, go with this lovely girl to go to the hospital, the little girl is not suitable for staying here, it will be mine Looks scared. "

Luna's trance eyes met Abraxas, and she smiled at him, then nodded and Narcissa left the ward in the other's frozen smile.