The black fabric fell from the sky and shrouded the surrounding buildings in darkness. Every building was covered by the black banner, without exception. Looking up from the black fabric, the whole city seemed to be covered by these black banners. The Muggle was not affected at all and continued on their way. However, the wizards could see this scene. Hundreds of black banners covered the sky and earth, tumbling wantonly between heaven and earth. It was a daunting scene. Many of the older wizards saw this familiar trick and panicked.
However, what happened next made them realize that the situation wasn't what they thought it was. The huge banners cut themselves into countless small leaflet sized cubes and began to fly toward those who possessed magic power. The moment the cubes came into contact with the cubes, the mark of the Harris Family's Omniscient Eye shone brightly and the words on the leaflet appeared when the cubes were touched.
The crowd that had just started protesting quieted down once again because of the contents of the leaflet. The various directors of the Ministry of Magic who had been arguing with each other earlier also stopped arguing.
There were only three contents in the leaflet: Since Lord Voldemort, who had wreaked havoc in Europe, graduated from Hogwarts, the hogwarts would compensate the victims through Harris Bank. Hogwarts was open to wizards who were trying to find a safe life. As long as they were willing to abide by the laws of the hogwarts, they could go to the hogwarts and seek help from the local officials. The Ministry of Magic of the countries who were interested in seeking the protection of the headmaster of the hogwarts, Allen Harris, could also go to the hogwarts for a detailed discussion.
The ordinary wizards who had become quiet after holding the leaflet brought panic to the directors far more than when they had gathered to protest.
As these notices, written by Alan, were descending from the German sky, the door of the Spanish-style building in Hogwarts, Cleavatts, was opened.
Penello, who had changed back into her Aura costume, stepped out with a radiant look on her face. Allen, who was following behind her, was already abnormally pale. His face was a little gray, and his movements were a little slower.
"Allen, why don't you just send someone there? Why do you have to go there personally …" Penello looked at Allen with a crooked mouth and smiled provocatively. "Anyway, my parents and Lunn have been making laws recently. If they don't come back … we should just live like this for three to four months …"
"If this continues for a few more days, I'll have to go and see that despicable Helbo …" In order to relieve the fatigue brought about by the excessive loss of physical strength, Allen simply used his staff as his support. "Don't forget that I've already gone to the meeting. I'll go there personally."
"Do we have to go back to the madwoman after meeting them?" Penello said as he reached out and touched Allen's sunken face lovingly. "Speaking of which, Miss Know-It-All is a silly girl. It's lucky that she didn't pursue this aspect … All the benefits were taken by the crazy girl …"
"You have to be reasonable! Penello! It's not like I can make the decision on this matter! I've done my best! "Allen's pale face finally had some color.
"Okay." Penello nodded seriously. She then took out a calendar from her pocket. "Speaking of which, it's my fault for forgetting the date. I've been doing useless work for the past two days … Allen, I'll let you know later. You have to come over every day when you're free …"
"Wait! When Hagrid was cultivating the Fried Tail Conch, he didn't use his lion-bodied scorpion-tailed beast Gino like this! No matter how many Fire Crabs he prepared! " Allen's pale face turned a little red again. "We're humans. At least we should walk the path of humans …"
"That's true … It's too much. I feel like something is missing …" Penello stepped forward and smoothed the raven feathers to make them obedient. She then looked at Allen's neck and suddenly smiled crookedly. She pulled Allen's hood with both hands and covered the traces of blood caused by the rupture of the capillaries under the skin under the strong suction force on Allen's neck. However, she changed her mind a few seconds later and pulled Allen's hood back down and widened the opening a little.
After doing all this, Penello let Allen, who had resigned himself to her whims like a punching bag, step into the shadows with her and left the floating city.
Then, the two figures appeared in the half-wizard settlement of Godric Valley.
The two first bought some snacks from the nearest bar and asked about the general area. They then began to walk towards the square in the middle of the town.
"This is the monument of the famous boy who survived the disaster?"
Penello pointed at the monument in the square.
As they approached, its appearance changed. It was no longer an obelisk monument with names engraved on it. Instead, it became a statue of three people: a man with messy hair and glasses, a beautiful and kind woman with long hair, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. The passing rain a few hours ago fell on the top of the statues, making them look a little darker than other places.
"This Harry looks much happier than the one we know. At least there's no scar on his forehead …" Allen said and turned to look at the church in the distance. "After the meeting, let's see if there's a flower shop and go to the cemetery to offer a few bouquets of flowers. Since we're already here … let's go …"
A few armed wizards wearing old-fashioned robes with red umbrellas came out from the shadows of the house. They saluted Penello. Penello made a gesture and they silently retreated.
"Allen, you asked me to send people here to protect Barsad … How did you predict that Grindelwald and Dumbledore would escape here at this time?" Penello leaned close to Allen and whispered in his ear. Her soft breath blew behind Allen's ear.
"It's just luck. You know that our family has some ties with their family, and Lord Voldemort was looking for the old wand … So, your people happened to be watching." Allen scratched his ear uncomfortably. He was actually worried that Lord Voldemort would come back to kill her and let Nagini hide in her body, then disguise himself as the author of "The History of Magic". Although the British magic world was not under Lord Voldemort's control now, and Harry was not on the run, the possibility of that happening was very small.
The two talked as they came to the somewhat deserted garden in front of Barsad's house. Allen and Penello carefully walked through the Plangentine flowers to prevent them from making unpleasant sounds. They put their pale fingers on the wooden door, which had begun to peel off the paint, and knocked up and down.
After half a day, a stooped old woman opened the door. Allen looked at her and found that she was so short that she was so old that she was stooped. She only reached his waist. (Author's note: If she reached Harry's chest, it would be his chest.)
The old woman with a hunched back looked up at Allen with her thick cataract eyes. She stared at his face for a long time and asked doubtfully, "Excuse me … Who are you looking for?"
"Madam Barsad, I'm Allen Harris. I wrote you a letter a few days ago to make an appointment … to see your grandnephew, Mr. Grindelwald … Perhaps he told you?" Alan only realized how old the other party was when he saw her. In order to let the frighteningly old witch in front of him hear clearly, Alan took the initiative to raise his voice a little compared to usual.
"You're not my grandnephew!" Barsad seemed to be deaf. She did not hear Allen's raised voice clearly.
"Madam!" Penello saw Allen's appearance and guessed that he should not yell at an old woman, so she took a step forward and raised her voice. "He's not your grandnephew! We're here to see your grandnephew! To see your grandnephew, Grindelwald! "
"Grindelwald?" Barsad glanced at Penello who was wearing Aura's uniform. The flesh on her face trembled. She seemed to have heard clearly this time. Then, she fixed her gaze on Allen's skin and white hair. "My grandnephew, why are you still so young?"
Allen noticed the way she looked at Penello's uniform. This time, he did not reply. Instead, he stared at the old woman's head for a long time. Then, he sighed and changed his voice back to normal. He said softly, "Don't worry, Madam Barsad. You don't have to be like this … We're not here to catch Mr. Grindelwald, so you don't have to be afraid of my partner and me …"
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