Seeing Allen's behavior, Alfreid's face flushed red. The pure-blood wizards felt the same way and glared at Allen. Some of them could not control their emotions and felt that they had nothing left to lose. For example, pure-blooded wizards like Ben Bostel and fairies like Tab could not help but loudly reprimand Allen for being too arrogant and condescending.
The angry noise seemed to have finally caught Allen's attention. The headmaster of Hogwarts turned his head and looked at them. After his Eye of Prophecy was activated, his gaze became even more inhuman. These fellows who were still cursing felt as if their throats were being choked. They could not speak for a while. Then, Allen's calm voice sounded, "Whether it's me, Family Harris, or you pure-blood families or fairies, we wizards are free to do whatever we want. Of course, as long as we don't break any laws, no one can control us … So, if you want to close the shop, protest legally, or do something else … That's your own business. Why do you have to involve unrelated people?"
Allen's words left the pure-blood wizards and fairies speechless. Alfreid, on the other hand, could not hold his tongue after his outburst. He continued to say angrily, "We are doing our best for the future of Britain's magic world! Is this how you humiliate us? Is the future of Britain not as important as a meal for the headmaster of Hogwarts?! "
"What does your family's business decisions have to do with the future of Britain?" Allen asked in surprise. "As the headmaster of Hogwarts and the successor of Harris, I have already planned the steps of development before Miss Granger and I made these decisions. These plans will bring more opportunities for cooperation and practical benefits … The Ministry of Magic and Harris Wizard Bank will also implement various measures to help wizards who need help …"
"You said there are benefits, so there are benefits …" Bostel was halfway through his sentence when he saw Allen turn to look at him. His voice was stuck.
"I said there are benefits, so there are benefits." Allen's voice became calmer. "You want to ask why? Because this is what Allen Harris said. "
As Alan's voice fell, the ordinary wizards in front of the screen and on the scene, who had begun to panic because of what happened just now, felt a sense of security. The promise made by a leader like Alan Harris carried a lot of weight. His name itself was a guarantee, and Harris's success and sudden rise this year also showed that they were not stupid.
Only the wizards who had just lost their jobs and whose lives and income were directly affected did not feel much better. However, the master of Hogwarts promised to help wizards in need was the only good news today.
"The press conference about the establishment of Harris Bank has come to an end. Thank you for coming. Please make yourselves at home." Allen waved the food in his hand at the crowd. He then looked at the little wizards in his school and said in a relaxed tone, "My students, you can't guarantee that everyone will like you, but as long as you wait until the people who hate you are subdued or tired of you, everything will be fine."
The atmosphere between the pureblood family wizards and fairies seemed to have frozen. Alan Harris did not explain or debate their accusations. It was obvious that he did not want to continue arguing with them on this matter. However, after Alan Harris used his reputation to make a promise, there was no reason for them to say anything more other than to return to their own homes and prepare for the confrontation.
"Mr. Diggory, thank you very much for your help …" Allen had already received the letter written by Cedric. He asked for the address and tapped Anka's little head with his finger to transmit the address to Phoenix's mind. He then put the letter in Anka's beak and disappeared with a flash of fire. "By the way, I have one more thing to ask of you … As you know, the Hogwarts have been expanding recently. You also know that I'm a Quidditch athlete and fan. Although I don't have much time to play, I want to establish a Quidditch club … Cedric and Autumn's strength is obvious to all. Mr. Diggory, I think we can find some time to talk about it … I remember that Autumn originally wanted to be in the same team as Cedric?"
Upon hearing this, Diggory recovered from his daze. Seeing that Allen still had time to set up a professional Quidditch club and did not stop the live broadcast, the wizards in front of the TV were even more relieved — and more Quidditch fans were ecstatic.
The members of the pureblood families were even more resentful, but they had no choice but to leave silently and prepare to close the shop. Whether Allen really had a way to deal with it or was just bluffing, their counterattack was inevitable. The longer they delayed, the less they would have the capital to resist when the Hogwarts really took off. On the other hand, Gringotte knew that he could not persuade Gringotte to compromise. He waved his hand angrily and signaled the Gringotte fairies to leave.
Allen was no longer looking at the situation. He signaled to Diggory and turned to Josephine. "Auntie, come back early after work. Emily has a cold and cough a few days ago. She has no appetite and doesn't want to drink the potion. I'm going to cook something delicious to whet her appetite …" He paused. "I've prepared some black pudding (English blood sausage) that you like. It's good to put it in … Come and try it."
"Oh? Then you're the first one among Harris' children who likes to cook … "Josephine was a little surprised and confused." Emily has been sick and pretending to be sick for a long time, but I've never seen you cook … "
Before Alan could think of an answer, the fairy's pull ring saved him.
"No! I'm not leaving! "Tab shouted, waving her hand and pushing the fairies aside." Allen Harris! " She rushed out and shouted, "The Hogwarts have to return Legenak the First's sword to us. It's the wizard's arrogance again! That sword belonged to Legenak the First, and it was stolen by Godric Gryffindor! But now it's a treasure that we've lost, a fairy's masterpiece! It belongs to the fairies! "
When he heard Tab's shout, he didn't want to leave empty-handed. He wanted to use this reason. "Principal Harris, Tab is right. Back then, one of the founders of the Hogwarts, Mr. Godric Gryffindor, stole the sword from Legenak the First. It has been stored in the Hogwarts for many years, so please return it to us fairies … I believe that since Principal Harris values the law so much, you won't illegally let the Hogwarts keep a treasure that doesn't belong to them, right?"
The sudden request of the fairies had caused an uproar among the sorcerers who knew about the history of the fairies. Some of the more radical sorcerers had already started cursing at the side, especially the few sorcerers who came from the Gryffindor Academy. They were especially furious when the founder was called a thief. If it weren't for the sorcerers around them stopping them, they would have even gone up to the fairies who had insulted the founder to a duel.
"Damn it, what nonsense are they talking about? How could Gryffindor's sword be stolen from a fairy? In the history of magic … Ugh … "Fregg Brown cursed in surprise. He couldn't accept that the founder of his academy was a thief, but as a Muggle, he wasn't familiar with the history of magic. He was used to asking the know-it-all of his academy for help." Hermione! Please tell them the history of magic and let these fairies wake up! "
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