Chapter 490 Tailoring

to the Needs A heated discussion was going on in the meeting room in the Masonic Secret Realm. Benjamin, Zhou Hong, Franklin and even the old otaku Victor were all fighting and arguing.

Their topic today was the detailed preparations for using the Vanishing Cabinet for a counterattack.

This should have been a fairly simple task, but everyone had their own opinions.

Among them, Mike and Franklin and others thought that Hogwarts was the best battlefield. After all, there were professors such as Dumbledore as insurance, so they were not afraid of failure.

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

So the Vanishing Cabinet must be moved as soon as possible, and the best place was of course the Masonic Secret Realm, because this was the base camp of the Freemasons, and the massive magical restrictions and combat power reserves here were their advantages.

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

The reason for the rebuttal was that this was the headquarters of the Freemasons. Because of this, if some accidents were discovered during the battle, such as Voldemort's presence, it would be a big joke, and the entire Freemasonry secret realm would be destroyed!

Mike, who was sitting in the first seat, rubbed his eyebrows at the noisy scene 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!"

With Mike's roar, the conference room finally quieted down. Everyone covered their ears and looked at Mike in confusion.

"Stop arguing. Since Hogwarts and the Freemasonry Secret Realm are not okay, let's change locations."

"But," Benjamin said with difficulty, "it's hard for us to find a place as closed and safe as Hogwarts and the Freemasonry Secret Realm. If we change to other places, those Death Eaters will run away." As

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

But Mike shook his head and said,

"Have you forgotten that we have another secret realm?"

"You mean the Avery Secret Realm?"

Benjamin's eyes lit up.

The secret realm that originally belonged to the Avery family was equipped with a lot of restrictions, so there was no need to worry about the enemy escaping. The best thing was that the ants in the secret realm were all subordinate to the Freemasons, which meant that they would have a lot more fighting power. By then, even if Voldemort really appeared, they should be able to deal with him by using the ants as cannon fodder!

Thinking of this, Benjamin was almost excited to jump up, and the Freemasons around him were obviously not stupid, and their faces also showed excitement.

Mike nodded and turned to continue:

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

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

"Got it, boss!"*2

Franklin and Benjamin said at the same time, and then the two began to walk out of the meeting room.

Mike in the meeting room continued:

"Penelope, we have raised pigs for so long, it's time to slaughter them. Go contact the Muggle Prime Minister. I need his help."

Franklin and Benjamin paused, and Penelope shook her head in confusion:

"Sorry, what do you mean by help?"

"Military assistance, I need him to dispatch troops to help! Otherwise, what do you think I need? A band?"

"This... isn't good?" Penelope said with some embarrassment, "After all, this is a battle between wizards, let the Muggles in..."

"Listen to me!"

Penelope's words were forcibly interrupted, and Benjamin, who was about to go back at the door, gave up the idea of ​​coming back to persuade Mike.

From their understanding of Mike, Mike has made up his mind, so now they can only execute orders.

Penelope nodded, took out her notebook and said,

"How many people do you want? To be honest, I don't think the Muggle Prime Minister will give you that many people. That guy is very smart."

"The more the better! It would be best if he could give me nuclear weapons!" Mike's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a ferocious smile, "As for the second question you asked, haha, that's impossible. Let's not talk about the magic contract we still have, and I believe the Muggle Prime Minister must be a smart man. He must understand one thing, that is, an organization like us who dares to openly violate the International Statute of Secrecy must also dare to take his life directly."

Penelope laughed. She felt that she asked a stupid question, and the other people in the conference room also laughed out loud.

For a while, the whole 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 Hogwarts' business is always good during Christmas, this year it is too good. There are so many people coming to shop that they even blocked the Leaky Cauldron!

This is a great thing for merchants, after all, business is not good these days.

Of course, this is all thanks to Dumbledore for prohibiting students from going to Hogsmeade!

The shopkeepers in Diagon Alley greeted Dumbledore warmly in their hearts. At the same time, the shopkeepers in Hogsmeade Village were doing the same thing, but as victims of the school closure movement, their greetings were different.

At this moment, Draco was holding his mother's hand and walking hard in the crowded crowd, while his father was walking alone in front, opening up 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 came to the door of a slightly deserted shop.

Draco panted and stroked his big back hair, then looked fiercely at the shop with a long line on the side.

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

It was a very ordinary shop, with Diagon Alley-style wooden doors, Diagon Alley-style windows and wallpaper, everything was standard. It was obvious that this shop had just opened in a hurry, and even the decoration inside the shop had not changed.

On the top of the shop was a solid wooden sign, with blue magic ink writing on it:

'Jenos Boutique Dark Magic Armor Shop (New Product This Week: Anti-Killing Curse Vest)'

"Ha!"

Draco laughed strangely, and his eyes turned sarcastic when he looked at the people in line.

In his opinion, this was a shop opened by a liar, and those people in line were all fools. How could there be a vest that could protect against the Killing Curse in this world?

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

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

Draco took the vest with a dull look on his face, and then his expression began to become terrified, 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 fake things. It is real and effective. Your father has tested it with house elves. I heard that it was invented by a student in your school. What a genius!"

Draco, whose hair was messed up again, opened his mouth and looked at his mother. He didn't know what to say at this time.

Fortunately, Lucius had already tidied his appearance at this time. He looked at the crowded crowd with contempt, turned his head and smiled and said to his wife and son:

"Don't stand here, let's go in quickly."

After that, he took his wife's arm and slowly walked into the Tufan Clothing Store.

There were not many customers in the Tofan Clothing Store at the moment, which was a far cry from the store next door, but the faces of the shop assistants and even the Malfoy family were not too surprised.

After all, unlike Madam Malkin's Robe Store, which specializes in affordable prices, the Tofan Clothing Store is a high-end store, and the clothes and custom-made styles inside are all expensive, which few ordinary wizards can afford.

But corresponding to the extremely high prices, the service of the Tofan Clothing Store is also surprisingly good. As soon as the Malfoy family entered, a waiter in a sky blue uniform came up and asked about the needs of the Malfoy family with a smile on his face.

"I am Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius raised his head and reported his name to the waiter with his nose. The waiter bowed quickly 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 he took his wife and children to the second floor under the surprised eyes of the guests on the first floor.

The second floor of the clothing store is not as small as it looks from the outside. On the contrary, the space on the second floor is much larger than the first floor. This is obviously the effect of the traceless extension spell.

However, although the space is large, there are very few goods on display. Most of the space is filled with various artworks, which looks very "upscale".

"Mom, why did you suddenly think of buying a dress for me? Is there another party?"

Draco asked curiously while holding his mother's hand.

"Have you forgotten? Mrs. Greengrass's birthday is in a few days, and our whole family will go to the party. Oh, Mr. Torres is here, Xiaolong, go and measure your size."

Hearing this, Draco immediately put on a bitter smile on his face.

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

Although he resisted a little in his heart, Draco still obediently walked in front of a slightly serious middle-aged man.

Then, the man waved his wand slightly, and a tape measure in the tool box beside him wrapped around Draco's body like a spirit snake.

"Raise your hands."

The middle-aged man said slowly, and Draco did as he was told.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

Draco raised his hands, and the loose sleeves of his robe slipped down, revealing the hideous dark mark on his arm.

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

Lucius Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy were also glaring at Mr. Torres, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became very awkward.

After a while, Lucius narrowed his eyes and asked word by word:

"Mr. Torres, did you see it?"

"No, I didn't see anything."

Mr. Torres answered very calmly.

Hearing this, Lucius also sighed and patted Draco on the back to signal him not to be nervous.

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

Because Mr. Torres was originally a pure-blood wizard who favored Voldemort, he would not discriminate against or fear Death Eaters. The reason why he showed such a surprised expression just now was probably because he was shocked that he would let his son join the Death Eaters.

The tailoring work continued. Mr. Torres was obviously not in good shape, but his superb skills allowed him to complete the work quickly and return to his separate compartment.

In the lounge next to him, Mrs. Malfoy had already hugged Draco and cried bitterly.

Lucius on the side was also full of sorrow. As long as he saw the Dark Mark on Draco's arm, Lucius felt a burst of heartache.

He and his wife Narcissa had not had a good time recently. 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 had no idea how to spell the word "thrifty". They squandered money like crazy in Malfoy Manor, which resulted in the gold Galleons in the Malfoy family treasury being almost spent!

Of course, this was not the most important thing.

What hurt Lucius the most was his own son. Draco was recruited as a Death Eater by the madman Voldemort, and was given an absolutely impossible task - assassinating McTominay and Dumbledore! If he

could not complete the task assigned by Voldemort, there would be only one outcome, which was a tragic death!

Thinking of this, Lucius frowned even more tightly, and his eyes looking at Draco were full of guilt.

He knew very well that Voldemort was punishing himself, punishing himself as a traitor who betrayed his master in times of crisis.

Draco obviously did not notice the meaningful look of his old father. At this moment, he was patting his mother's back and comforting her.

Mrs. Malfoy sat up after hearing her son's words of comfort, and her tearful face suddenly became firm.

She reached out her hand and slowly stroked Draco's face, gritting her teeth and said,

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

Hearing this, Draco's face showed a proud look. He raised his head slightly and said excitedly,

"Of course I will be fine. In fact, I have found a way to complete the task!"