Chapter 490? Tailor-Made Clothes

Chapter 490 Tailor-made clothes

There was a heated discussion going on in the secret meeting room of the Freemasonry. Benjamin, Zhou Hong, Franklin and even the old otaku Victor were all fighting, arguing with red faces.

Their topic today is the detailed preparations for using the disappearing cabinet to carry out counterattacks.

This was supposed to be a fairly simple job, but everyone had their own ideas.

Among them, Mike, Franklin and others believed that Hogwarts was the best battlefield. After all, it served as insurance and Dumbledore and other professors were there to take care of everything, so they were not afraid of failure at all.

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

Therefore, the disappearing cabinet must be moved as soon as possible, and the best place is of course the secret realm of the Freemasons, because this is the headquarters of the Freemasons, and the massive magic restrictions and combat power reserves here are the advantages of myself and others.

Not surprisingly, this view was strongly refuted by Franklin and others.

The reason for the rebuttal is that this is the headquarters of the Freemasons. Because of this, if some accidents are discovered during the battle, such as Voldemort coming in person, the joke will be big, and the entire secret realm of the Freemasons will be destroyed!

Mike, who was sitting in the front seat, couldn't help but rub his brows as he looked at the noisy group in front of him. He really didn't expect that this matter would be so difficult to decide.

Then he took a deep breath and raised his wand.

"Shut up, everyone!"

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

"Stop arguing. Since Hogwarts and the Masonic Secret Realm are both useless, let's change places."

"But," Benjamin said with a look of embarrassment, "it is difficult for us to find places as closed and safe as Hogwarts and the Masonic Secret Realm. If it were in other places, those Death Eaters would escape. "

As soon as this was said, the faces of the rest of the people in the conference room also showed embarrassment.

But Mike shook his head and said:

"Have you forgotten that we also have a secret realm?"

"You mean Avery's Secret Realm?"

Benjamin's eyes suddenly lit up.

There are a lot of restrictions in the secret realm that originally belonged to the Avery family. There is no need to worry about the enemy escaping. The best thing is that the ants in the secret realm are all surrendered to the Freemasons, which means that they will It will add a lot of fighting power. Even if Voldemort really appears by then, they should be able to deal with each other by using ants as cannon fodder!

Thinking this way, Benjamin almost jumped with excitement, and the Freemasons around him were obviously not stupid either, with excited looks on their faces.

Seeing this, Mike nodded, turned around and continued:

"Then the choice of the battlefield is decided, Benjamin. You have to wait until the day before Christmas to move the disappearing cabinet to the Avery Secret Realm on time.

Franklin, you can start sending people into Avery's Secret Realm now, the more the better. "

"Got it, boss!"*2

Franklin and Benjamin said at the same time, and then they began to walk towards the conference room.

Mike in the conference room continued:

"Penello, it's time to kill the pig we have raised for so long. You should contact the Muggle Prime Minister. I need his help."

Franklin and Benjamin paused in their steps, while Penello shook his head in confusion and said:

"Sorry, what do you mean by help?"

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

"Isn't this...not good?" Penello said with some embarrassment, "After all, this is a battle between wizards, and letting Muggles in..."

"listen to me!"

Penelo's words were forcibly interrupted, and Benjamin, who was about to go back at the door, also gave up on coming back to persuade Mike.

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 his notepad and said:

"Then how many people are you going to need? To be honest, I don't think the Muggle Prime Minister will give you many people. That guy is very smart."

"The more, the better! It would be best if he could give me nuclear weapons!" The corners of Mike's mouth raised slightly, revealing a ferocious smile, "As for your second question, haha, that's impossible to happen. Not to mention that we still have a magical contract, and I believe that the Muggle Prime Minister must be a smart man. He must understand the truth, that is, an organization like ours that dares to blatantly violate the international confidentiality law will of course dare to take his life directly. .”

Penello laughed, feeling that she had asked a silly question, and others in the conference room also laughed.

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

…

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

Although the merchants were busy, they all had smiles on their faces.

Although their business is always very good every year when Hogwarts opens for Christmas, this year's business is a bit exaggerated. There are so many people coming to shop that they even clog the Leaky Cauldron!

This is a great thing for merchants, after all, business is not easy to do these days.

Of course, this is all thanks to Dumbledore banning 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 this school closure movement, they The greetings are just different.

At this moment, Draco was holding his mother's hand and walking with difficulty in the crowded crowd, while his father was walking alone at the front, opening a narrow path for the mother and son.

Finally, after a lot of hard work, the three of them squeezed out of the crowd and arrived at the door of a slightly deserted shop.

Draco gasped and rubbed his big back, and then looked fiercely at the shop with a long queue.

He wanted to take a closer look to see what kind of store could gather so many people. His hair was messed up just now because of the crowd!

I saw that it was a very ordinary store, with Diagon Alley-style wooden doors, Diagon Alley-style windows and wallpaper, everything was standard. It seemed that this store was opened in a hurry, even the The decoration has not been changed.

There is also a solid wood sign hanging on the top of the store, which reads in blue magic ink:

‘Jenos Boutique Black Magic Armor Store (New Product This Week: Anti-Life Curse Vest)’

"ha!"

Draco laughed strangely and looked at the people in line with a sarcastic look.

In his opinion, this was a shop run by a liar, and the people queuing up were all fools. How could there be a vest in this world that could protect against the Death Curse?

At this time, Mrs. Malfoy, who had finished finishing her makeup, also noticed Draco's gaze. She slowly took out a vest from her seamless stretch pocket and handed it to Draco.

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

Draco took the vest with a dull expression, and then the expression on his face began to become horrified, because the surface of the vest was constantly squirming, as if there were countless small animals sewn inside!

"Mom...Mom, this is all a lie. Why did you buy this?"

Mrs. Malfoy rubbed Draco's hair lovingly and said seriously:

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

Draco, whose hair was messed up again, looked at his mother with his mouth wide open. He had no idea what to say at this time.

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

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

After saying that, he slowly walked into Tuofan Clothing Store with his wife on his arm.

There were not many customers in the Tuofan clothing store at the moment, which was completely different from the store next door, but the shop assistants and even the Malfoy family didn't show much surprise when they saw this.

After all, unlike Madam Malkin's robe store, which specializes in affordable prices, Tuofan Clothing Store takes a high-end route. The clothes and custom-made models inside are very expensive, and few ordinary wizards can afford them.

But corresponding to the super high price, the service at Tuofan 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. A family's needs.

"I'm Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius raised his head and announced his name to the waiter with his nostrils. 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 with satisfaction, and then continued walking to the second floor with his wife and children under the astonished gazes of the guests on the first floor.

The second floor of the clothing store is not as small as it seems from the outside. On the contrary, the space on the second floor is actually much larger than the first floor. This is obviously the effect of the Traceless Stretching Charm.

However, although the space is large, there are very few products displayed in it. Most of the space is filled with various works of art, which makes it very 'high-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? Mrs. Greengrass's birthday will be 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.

There is no doubt that this is another idea that his parents came up with to help him get closer to Astoria.

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

Then, the man's wand was seen dancing slightly, and a tape measure in the tool box next to him wrapped around Draco's body like a spiritual snake.

"Hands up."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, and Draco followed suit.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

The loose sleeves of Draco's robes slipped down as he raised his hands, revealing the ferocious dark mark on his arms.

Mr. Torres's face changed slightly and Draco suddenly covered his arms. The expression on his face was ugly, and he glared at Mr. Torres fiercely.

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 tell him not to be nervous.

In fact, Lucius had already been prepared to be discovered, so he chose to come to Tuofan Clothing Store to customize his dress instead of other more convenient shops.

Because Mr. Torres is a pure-blood wizard who prefers Voldemort's faction, he will not discriminate against or be afraid of Death Eaters. The reason why the other party showed that surprised expression just now is most likely just that 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 a little out of shape, but his superb skills allowed him to quickly complete the work and return to his separate cubicle.

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

Lucius on the side also had a face full of sadness. As soon as he saw the dark mark on Draco's arm, Lucius felt a burst of heartache.

He and his wife Narcissa were not having a good time during this time. Ever since Voldemort brought the Death Eaters to Malfoy Manor and used it as a base, they were terrified every day, fearing that Voldemort would kill them all if he was unhappy. .

Moreover, Voldemort and the Death Eaters didn't know how to spell the word "save". They squandered crazily in the Malfoy Manor, which resulted in the gold galleons in the Malfoy family treasury almost being spent!

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

What makes Lucius most heartbroken is his son. Draco was accepted as a Death Eater by that madman Voldemort, and was given an absolutely impossible task - to assassinate Mike Townley and Dumbledore!

If you are unable to complete the task assigned by Voldemort, there will only be one outcome, and that is a tragic death!

Lucius's brows furrowed even more when he thought of this, and his eyes looking at Draco were filled with guilt.

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

Draco obviously didn't notice the meaningful look in his old father's eyes. At this moment, he was patting his mother's back, comforting her.

Mrs. Malfoy sat up after hearing her son's comforting words, and her tearful face suddenly became determined.

I saw her reaching out her hand and slowly caressing Draco's face, gritting her teeth and saying:

"Xiaolong, although the task that person gave you is very difficult, mom will never let anything happen to you, absolutely not!"

Hearing this, a look of pride appeared on Draco's face. He raised his head slightly and said excitedly:

"Of course I'll be fine, in fact I've found a way to complete the mission!"