"Albert, there are a lot of purebloods and their bodyguards gathered in Muggle's house. Maybe more will come later." Fatty was a little worried. "Of course, I'm not worried that we'll fail, but there are too few of us. I'm afraid some of them might escape. If they have a flying broom …"
Wolf Mother looked at her team members. "We can't mobilize the Aura in the Ministry of Magic. The Aura's movements can't be hidden from the old lion, Scrimgeour. Once he finds out, he'll inform the purebloods who support him."
"You know, there are some people who we don't have any evidence to accuse. Father and Lunn want to capture them and at least form a chain of evidence." Albert leaned his hands on the long table. His face was as cold as wax. "I don't like it, and I don't agree with it either. However, they are already trying to create an explosion to attack my father. In order to prevent more innocent people from being killed, we have no choice but to do something shady in the face of such a sinister enemy."
"The Umbrella can send more people … as many as they want." Penello, who was sitting on the side with his arms crossed and legs crossed, said coldly. "Isn't it better if Scrimgeour comes? We can solve it together. Then we can give him a reason like he died in the line of duty. We can say that he was accidentally killed by the purebloods. Albert, you'll be the head of the office. "
"No! Although Scrimgeour likes to go against us, he's different from the purebloods who are related to Lord Voldemort. He's a good Aura. He's always been fighting against the Dark Wizards. " "Just like I told you before, we can't let Allen and the other members of the Umbrella do this for us. The Umbrella isn't a law enforcer. Strictly speaking, Allen doesn't have any law enforcement authority. Our goal this time is to prove that they have committed a crime. We can't leave any evidence behind. Although you and your team rarely come to the ministry, at least you still have a name in Auror. Once you change into the H94 uniform, no one will be able to deny that you are a regular army."
"Sir!" The door was knocked and opened. An Aura strode in and saluted Albert. "Sir, we've compared the internal structure of the Muggle's house by using telepathy with the Muggle living nearby."
Then, the Aura picked up the hookah on the table and displayed the internal structure of the house in the air.
"Guys, we've been practicing CQB skills and tactics some time ago. This house is just right for us to test it out. Let's see if it's useful for us wizards." Albert glanced at the structure of the many rooms in the house that was often rented out to tourists. He waved his fist and encouraged the wizards. "Adjust your equipment.
Follow the group from the last practice. "
"The Aura has already started practicing this?" Penello looked a little surprised.
"Granger got it for you?"
"Hmm? It's not Hermione. Did Long Eyes get it?
Didn't he protect Prime Minister Muggle when the Mystery Man was still alive? He got it from the British Special Air Service, "Albert explained.
"You don't know? I remember Long Eyes said he also made a copy of it for your Red Umbrella. Some of the techniques like how to enter the door and how to cooperate with each other during training are theoretically universal for us wizards.
Most of the ordinary wizards have similar individual magic power. Can we rely on this to improve our combat power?
If it's useful this time, we can ask Prime Minister Muggle to provide us with more reference. "
"I've been cooped up in school for too long recently. Red Umbrella can't fall behind Aura training.
The students are learning too many things now. This set of things may be suitable for university courses. " Penello thought for a while and nodded. He then shouted to his team members, "Wolf Mother, when you go back, do some research and come up with a set of teaching plans?
Let our people practice it too. Now?
Look at the map. Don't worry about Albert's people. Let's plan our own attack route. "
Harris Castle, Black Lake Island, Hogwarts, Black Lake.
Morgan-le-feil sat on the sofa in the living room and lazily opened a letter. Narcissa, who was sitting next to her, skillfully directed a small blanket to cover her.
Then she poured a cup of black tea for her.
"Thank you …" Morgan-le-feil leaned on the sofa and thanked her without looking up. She held the letter.
After quickly reading it, she took a sip.
She took a sip of the tea and sighed comfortably.
Then she came back to her senses and said to Narcissa in a gentle tone, "Narcissa?
How rude … You're the guest. I should be the one to entertain you.
In the end, I keep troubling you … "
"Morgan-le-feil?
My mother's surname is Rosier too. With the relationship between our families, this should be separated … "Narcissa smiled reservedly and politely. Of course, she could see that Morgan-le-feil was enjoying her care. She was just pretending to decline. In fact, she had just taken care of Bella during her pregnancy. These things were so familiar to her that it was not a burden at all.
"It's a pity that Aunt and Uncle Blake's father passed away too early …" Morgan Lefay caressed her belly that extended all the way to the bottom of her ears. Slightly awkwardly, she lamented to her aunt who had married into the Blake Family whom she did not see eye to eye with. Then, with a faint smile, she changed the topic. "Speaking of which, it's funny. Unlike you and I who have Rosier's blood in our bodies, this Mr. McMillan has counted his ancestors for three generations and wants to prove that he has a kinship with Rosier to plead for some people."
"Haha …" Narcissa could not help but laugh, revealing a little arrogant expression that she had been hiding before. She was not ugly, but this kind of contemptuous expression made her feel like there was a big pile of feces under her nose. "This kind of relationship … It's better to say that his son, Ernie McMillan, is our child's classmate …"
"They pissed off Owen this time … He can't go home now." Morgan-le-feil's voice sounded a little resentful. She glanced at John Bartha who was playing wizard chess with Lucius not far away. "How's Albert?"
"Madam, they haven't started yet …" Owen's aide glanced at Owen's wife carefully and did not dare to say anything. The reason why he was the liaison officer in Harris Manor during the day was that Morgan-le-feil did not want to let Owen go home because she disliked the monster smell that had almost been removed from Owen's body.
"John, how do you think I should restore this letter?" Morgan-le-feil tapped the letter on the side with her wand and made it fly to John Bartha.
John pretended to stroke his carefully trimmed short curly hair and glanced at Lucius who was playing wizard chess with him. He then looked up at Morgan-le-feil. After seeing Morgan-le-feil nod, John was afraid that his voice would frighten the baby in Morgan-le-feil's belly, so he said softly, "It's up to you, Madam Harris … But according to the information from the Ministry of Magic, a part of the Avery Family's property has been transferred to the McMillan family yesterday."
Lucius, who was playing chess with Owen, had a slight change in his sitting posture. His cold grayish-blue eyes flashed. Harris obviously wanted to let him know that they did not treat him as an outsider by discussing the internal information in front of him.
"John, this is the British style. There's no conflict between helping your relatives and taking the opportunity to expand yourself …" Lucius then participated in the conversation and asked his queen's chess piece to pull out the chair she was given to His Royal Highness Moon's subordinates to smash John's knight into pieces. "When I was in the first war, they also extorted a large amount of wealth from the Malfoy Family. That's why I was able to escape punishment with the excuse that I was cursed with the Soul Seizing Curse …"
"If we follow the McMillan's plan, then we have to let everyone go … John, you and Owen make the decision." Morgan-le-feil took another sip of black tea and frowned. "But, John, check the genealogy. If they're related … They didn't go against us too much … We don't have to go too far …"
After knowing what Morgan-le-feil meant, John Bartha unfolded the parchment and smiled after reading it quickly. "The people mentioned in the letter are not a big problem. As long as they don't continue to follow the Burke Family, there won't be a big problem …"
"Let's reply and ask him to give us another warning." Morgan-le-feil was too lazy to think about it. She then turned to Narcissa. "Sissy, what are we having for dinner today?"
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