Vol 2 Chapter 1383: ?nest

Graves appeared in the downtown area of ​​Raccoon City, adjacent to the Atre Mountains. There were only scattered lights. The neighborhood was quiet except for the vomiting and noise from some drunks and homeless people.
Graves pulled to his neck casually and threw away the door key that had no effect in his hand.
And the masked wizards before some shadow places saw his figure and quickly gathered around, seeming to have been waiting for a long time.
After confirming that Graves would come alone, they pulled down the hoods on their heads, untied their kerchiefs and masks, bowed silently and saluted them, and when they raised their heads, they revealed Labstan, Yaxley, etc. The faces of the Death Eaters—one of them even looked exactly like the one that Stiff Fox Graves had.
"Master, the wizards who withdrew from the action have all been sent back to their homes, and they all spent an extra amount of forgetting." Yaxley said thickly, with a little bit of bad intentions, "In order to ensure the effect. Every wizard has cleared his memory at least three times...although this will bring them some sequelae."
"Today's harvest makes those things no longer need to be kept secret, but it's good...but next time you remember to change this bad habit of doing unnecessary actions...at least now..." Graves nodded indifferently, waved his hand and refused. A Graves handed over the kettle, and he stared at him with frowning for a while, "You should be grateful for my kindness and your luck... I still need you to prove that you are alive when you are being divination..."
The more serious Graves nodded solemnly: "Thank you for your kindness, my master..."
This Voldemort disguised Graves stopped paying attention to his impersonator, and then looked at the members of the Lestrange family, "How about the things I want you to prepare?"
"Thanks to the host, I... overcome many difficulties, avoided the Magical Congress of the United States, and found a healthy adult thunderbird from Arizona." Labstein opened his suitcase and flew out of it. Hermione's Cotton is a small circle, thunderbird in shackles.
This thunderbird, which grows in Arizona, the origin of thunderbird, has been restricted from moving. Although it looks a little frustrated, it does not appear to be harmed or tortured in appearance compared to the others smuggled to other parts of the world. It is still very majestic. .
Yaxley can't wait to show off his achievements: "I have also arranged a few extra floors for the base's defense prophecy, master..."
"Very well, I know your loyalty. For example, you have done a beautiful thing." Graves stared at the giant bird with cold eyes. After affirmed with satisfaction, he lazily took out his A few potion bottles taken from the underground laboratory, "Control this thunderbird, before the sun rises, I want to see it spread these potions to all corners of Raccoon City..."
Rabastan carefully took these spiral-shaped potions, and looked up carefully at the dark lord who spoke better than before. He hoarsely asked courageously: "Master, I will ride a broom to follow. Make sure of this, but master... what is the effect of this potion? Is there anything worth noting?"
"When the time comes, you can see for yourself... That Alan Harris’s friend Ian will fulfill his wish for the missing Graves..." Graves, who was disguised by Voldemort, snorted, and the corners of his mouth cocked, revealing a mockery. Smile, "Alan Harris, that hypocrite, what he did secretly is far more evil than me... But this thing fits our philosophy... Let's temporarily go to the new base to lurch..."
It was early in the morning on the European side, and Harris Castle on the floating city was quiet, but this quiet was quickly broken because of things on the American side.
The sensory imprint on his arm awakened Allen from his sleep. After learning that someone had broken into the underground laboratory of the US branch, Allen, who had to sleep for a while before going to school, quickly got up from the double bed.
Looking at Luna, who was sleeping with the quilt twisted in her arms and clamped between her legs, she pulled out her own quilt and flattened it on her body, and gently put her bare arm into the quilt. As a result, Luna hugged her head in her sleep that seemed to disturb the other party's clear dreams.
After waiting for another ten seconds to make his movements as gentle as possible to break free, Allen looked at the drooling Luna again with some doubts, then tucked her in the corner, turned and walked into the shadows, and teleported to the U.S. umbrella. In the underground experiment of the branch.
The underground laboratory was in a mess. The werewolves and wizards who were sucked up by the leeches, and the non-human monsters killed by Graves fell to the ground, broken glass, collapsed shelves, splashing blood...wait for Allen After taking a casual glance, he frowned and started walking up the stairs and out of the ground, and met Hermione who had also rushed over.
The umbrella president greeted Ellen apologetically, and then pressed his lips and folded his arms. The chaos on the side of the mansion made a wave of anger in her heart.
The security director of the branch also came over, with a red palm print on his face. At this time, seeing the two leaders who had just arrived, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and lower their heads and follow them to introduce their intrusion tonight Specific circumstances.
"Why did you report until now?" Hermione asked angrily.
"The first thing they attacked was the mansion. It has always been more conspicuous. It is inevitable that intruders will use it as a target..." The supervisor seemed a little worried that Hermione would slap him like Penello did just now. He muttered and said: "They didn't show any signs of attacking the underground research institute at first, so we treated them as ordinary commercial spies breaking in... Later, we discovered that someone was hiding in a cloak while wearing an invisible cloak. …And the strength of the individual intruders is beyond our expectations. When we reacted and wanted to stop them, they had already completed this series of actions."
"Who are these intruders, do they have eyebrows?" Anger brightened Hermione's brown eyes.
"We caught a few intruders..." The supervisor seemed more nervous, and finally he took a deep breath and said without concealment, "Sorry, President Granger, we caught a lot of them, but we didn't expect to have A few even swallowed the door keys in their stomachs...so when the time is up..." He paused, "This is not the United Kingdom. We have no law enforcement powers, so we can't directly extract confessions by torture like the armed forces of those red umbrella departments in the United Kingdom. Miss Rivat has arrived first. She is going to secretly seize the mind..." The supervisor looked a little bit ashamed. He lowered his head and said cautiously, "According to the usual practice, catch the intruder, and we will give it to the Magic Congress in the end. Deal with...but this time?"
"These people are of no value, just as usual." Alan's still somewhat embarrassed is that Hermione is still unaware of some of the experiments here... Thinking of this, she looked up and finally fixed her eyes on four eyes.
The four eyes, who had been prepared for this long ago, got the signal. The eyes behind her glasses turned a half circle, took the initiative to step forward, lowered her head as if she had done something wrong, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, master. , Miss Granger, we are here to speed up the development progress... Without permission, we used criminals who committed capital crimes and those werewolves who deliberately spread lycanism to innocent people to do experiments..."
"Many of these experimental subjects were captured by me... and I also did experiments by myself..." The female voice on the side sounded, and the doctor with meticulously combed hair came out to share the responsibility. "I also used some extreme methods for my interest. ...This time being discovered by the intruder, I am afraid it will cause trouble to the umbrella and the young master..."
Hermione shrunk her front teeth a lot and bit her lower lip. Although she hadn't seen the scene with her own eyes, she could still imagine what happened to Umbridge. She looked up at Alan because of her eagerness. Her hair was still a bit messy, and her guilt and self-blame made her voice sound muffled: "I'm sorry, Ellen, you gave me all the protective umbrellas, and I didn't supervise them...I am ashamed of your trust..."
The self-blame on the face with short hair and petite eyes that has never smiled is true: "Miss Granger... it's all because of me, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I shouldn't agree to take a vacation with the fat guy. Yes... If I came here yesterday..."
"You have done well enough, and it has never been absolutely safe..." Allen reached out and hugged each other, and gently smoothed Hermione's frowning brows. "And it's true that you are not to blame, nor Blame Siyan and the doctor, first get everything packed here and go back to England, and I will tell you when I come down...Huh?"
Alan, who was holding Hermione, saw from behind the opponent the abnormal dark clouds and heavy rain over the city in the distance below the mountain. The pupil of his left eye quickly shrank, exposing a large white of the eye, leaving only the small pupil in the middle.
After just a few glances, Allen’s calm expression just now became very ugly. He looked around at the Muggle city up and down, as if hesitated to say something, but finally let He pursed his mouth and sighed, "Jizera, forget it, don't clean it up, just burn this out, deal with it as soon as possible, and bring everyone back to the floating city." He let go of the witch in his arms, " Hermione, I'll go back a bit beforehand, don't worry, you can go back with Penello later."
Seemingly anxious, Allen finished speaking without waiting for a response, turned and stepped into a shadow, and returned to the room where he slept just now. At this time, there was no one in the bed with the warm blanket.