Vol 2 Chapter 702: Abraxas Malfoy

"Anyway, we need to create a panic to show our existence, since the magic world can't..." Voldemort leaned forward, the dim light of the chandelier reflected in his red eyes with a weird light, "then go. Attack Muggles."
Voldemort looked at the nervous faces of his followers and continued, "How about, Yaxley, next week can I hear the news that the Muggles are dying in large numbers to shock the magic world?"
"Master," Yaxley combed his big light gold back with a look of embarrassment, his voice hoarse: "My subordinates have been damaged in the previous actions. I need manpower."
"Let Labstan take Gidero Lockhart, and let the trash see blood." Bellatrix, who was sitting in the middle of the table, let out a harsh baby laugh. "Labstan, this idiot is not If you like, let him die or use the Imperius Curse!"
"Yes." Rodolphs Lestrange's brother, Rabastan Lestrange responded, he took his place after his brother severed his hand, but this wizard who looked a bit like a python head His character, just as his name is another name for the Beta star in the Draco constellation, this planet is faintly visible in the night sky, but the starlight is dim, just as its aura has been overshadowed by its terrifying sister-in-law Bella. Obeyed the opponent's command.
A soft laugh came from around the long table. Many people sneered and exchanged pleasant glances—Gidro Lockhart was still habitually bragging in Azkaban, putting his books on The content of as his own experience, boasting to the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban. His eloquence is good, and the stories he tells are derived from the truth after all. Some Death Eaters who were imprisoned did not get outside news, they mistakenly thought that he was really a very good magic master, and he gathered a lot when he escaped from prison. The people dared to bring him here together, hoping to get the appreciation of his master.
"Break out the bones." Voldemort raised his wand again and shook slightly at the little Morseber at the bottom left of the table-this time it was still less powerful than it was against Traverse, but also little Morse. Uncle fell trembling to the ground, screaming, Guidro Lockhart, who had just been brought up, was full of constipation expressions. At this time, he was so shocked that he retracted into his own shadow, and this appearance appeared Quite weak, helpless and innocent.
"You stupid, you were deceived by a liar." Although Voldemort's voice was very soft, it clearly overshadows the ridicule and commotion on the long table. He squinted his eyes and looked at the one who started to dress up again. Liar, Voldemort thought about the loss of manpower in every recent action. Although he can't talk about the extent of affecting the foundation, he can no longer waste it at will. He has no choice but to try to convince himself: "At least his Forgotten Curse not bad……"
At this time, an owl flapped its wings and flew in, and fell directly in front of Lucius Malfoy beside Voldemort, and everyone's eyes were attracted.
"Sorry... Master, this is my son Draco's owl... I can..." Lucius Malfoy raised his head in a hoarse voice.
"Your son, what new news will he bring us?" Voldemort tilted his head slightly to one side, looked at Lucius, raised his hand gently, and spared the other party's interruption of the meeting.
Lucius opened the letter with permission, and after a quick glance, handed it to Voldemort beside him.
"Master, Draco said that Alan Harris will go to St. Mungo’s Magical Injury and Injury Hospital tomorrow to visit my father, because I rarely stay at home except for St. Mungo during this time, so he wrote to ask me if There is no time to meet... Master, maybe this is an opportunity..." Lucius moved the chair underneath himself to bring himself closer to Voldemort. In fact, he had already received a biography of Allen in the afternoon. The news that came, thinking of Ellen's request to ask Voldemort, he took the opportunity to ask, "Master, since you know what the other party will do tomorrow, maybe this is an opportunity to attack Alan Harris, why should we plan ahead?"
"Idiot! That kid is very cunning! And, do you think he doesn't know your situation? Maybe it's just to attract us to attack him... To attack him, we can only wait until the time we wait, and use the most careful Plan to solve him all at once, instead of being led by his nose!" Voldemort, who has no nose, will of course not be led by Alan. He just heard Alan’s name and couldn’t help but feel a little angry and aggrieved. : "Lucius, you go tomorrow to receive him, then come back and report to me."
Just after noon the next day, Allen and his party appeared on the third floor of the St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital, in front of the Strange Pathogen Infection Department.
Hermione handed a bunch of lion head carnations tied with a ribbon to Luna, who was empty-handed next to him, and then helped Allen tidy up the hood of his magic robe and said, "I won't go in. I'm in the hospital. Turn around."
Hermione would not come here to visit Draco’s grandfather if it weren’t for a while and Ellen in the tower to have other activities. You don’t need to think about what this old man thinks of himself, who was born in Muggles, even though there is Ellen. Now, their attitude is not bad, but why bother with a patient and find it boring.
"Then I will go in with Luna." Allen, who understood Hermione's thoughts, nodded, and said to the umbrella team leader beside him, "Wolf mother, give me the present, you just follow Hermione, you don't have to follow me Into the ward."
The ward that Allen entered this time is completely different from the small and dim ward when I went to see Arthur last time. It seems that the Malfoys have enclosed the ward, although only the door-to-door wall opened a narrow high. Narrow windows, but the crystal bubble in the center of the ceiling and the magic lamp on the wall provide enough light for the room. The whole room was decorated, and it didn't look like a ward, but rather like a rich man's home.
"Mr. Allen Harris, thank you for coming." Lucius Malfoy, who was deliberately dressed more delicately than usual, greeted him.
"Allen thank you for coming to see my grandpa..." Lucius' son Draco followed his father, because his grandpa's condition made his greeting to Allen sound a lot more haggard than usual.
"Malfoy and the Harris family have made a good relationship. It is right to come to visit." Allen handed the gift to Draco, and Luna gave the flowers in her hand to Nacissa who was standing behind Lucius to the right. ?Blake? Malfoy, they exchanged a few more words before going deep into the ward.
On the hospital bed in the center of the room, an elderly wizard with blue skin and green and purple rashes on his face lay groggy on the bed. The rashes densely covered his original face, and he could barely see his original face. The face is even on the eyelids.
Allen's gaze swept over his arm on his chest, his wrists and hands that were not covered by his sleeves were also occupied by those green and purple pimples and rashes, a place intact. nothing.
"Father, Mr. Alan Harris, the heir of the Harris family, came to see you." Lucius Malfoy walked to the bed and called softly.
"Help me up." A hoarse, old voice murmured from the hospital bed.
"But father, your body." Lucius looked down at his father on the hospital bed, worried ~EbookFREE.me~Help me up, don't be rude. "The voice insisted.
Lucius helped him up, and Narcissa put a few thick pillows behind him and covered the slipped quilt on his legs. The frail old wizard was tall and slender, with broad shoulders, and was about sixty years old. Allen's gaze swept over the other's bald head calmly. I heard that he had shaved all his hair since he started to lose his hair, leaving only the thick light golden beard on the temples. His occasional sneeze and the sparks from his nostrils made his beard burned sporadically by the flames he squirted out of him. It seems that the severity of the disease this time has made him too busy to care about his hair. Take care of your appearance.
He opened his eyes laboriously, and his gray eyes were dotted with light green. Before Alan could speak, he turned to look at Narcissa: "The guests are here, and I don’t know if you bring food and wine. You go back to the manor and take me Bring the best wine in the cellar and prepare some special dishes to entertain our guests. I really don’t know the rules."
Abrams' sudden request made Narcissa caught off guard and aggrieved, who would prepare wine and food in the hospital. But even Lucius didn’t dare to refute his father’s decision. Narcissa was even more afraid. She held Draco and was about to leave, but Abraxus on the bed faced Luna next to Alan. Smile as much as you can, although his current appearance makes the smile look a little scary: "Draco, you go to accompany this lovely girl around the hospital, the little girl is not suitable to stay here, I will be caught It looks scared."
Luna's stupefied eyes met Abraxas, she turned her head and smiled at him, then nodded to Narcissa and they left the ward in the other's somewhat frozen smile.