ElSqiubbonator

Desmond Greenshaw liked to have plans. Most people did, of course, but the sort of plans Greenshaw liked to have were the kind that took even more planning than usual, not to mention more time than usual. Which was why he now found himself sitting in a conference room, surrounded by dozens of people—both wizards and muggles--who he normally wouldn’t have approached, listening to a lecture on a magical disease. Greenshaw couldn’t understand most of what the lecturer—a short, thin man with a long white beard—was saying over his heavy Scottish accent, but the three-dimensional images he projected from his wand did the talking for him. This was exactly what he had come for. “In conclusion,” the lecturer said, apparently under the impression that his audience had not understood everything he had just discussed, “the Nuckalavee Virus is possibly the deadliest magical pathogen currently known. Its escape into the non-magical world would result in, at a minimum, millions of casualties, and