In the living room of Harris Castle on Lake Island in Hogwarts, Albert and the Umbrella Squad, who had just returned from the United States, were reporting to the other Harris about the current situation in the United States.
Although Albert and the others had obviously cleaned up before coming over, and changed from their disguises to the magic robes of the floating city of Hogwarts, Albert's cheeks were a little sunken, and his posture was not as straight as before. What he saw this time made him, who was more upright by nature, a little hunched due to the burden of responsibility. There was a deep sense of fatigue on his body, and his voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
As for the other members of the Umbrella Squad, even if they themselves and their ancestors had followed the Muggle for a long time because of the Muggle who treated them like draft horses, after seeing the deaths and injuries of the Muggle in the polluted city, and now under the influence of Allen and the others and living in the floating city, it was inevitable that they would have an abnormal reaction — especially to the four-eyed man and Fatty, who thought that they had a great responsibility.
Albert's tone was slower than usual. He said to Owen, "Because the local Muggle government also found out what happened to the city, but they mistakenly thought that it was a virus leak, so they decided to bomb the city with a nuclear bomb. The Magic Congress issued a warning to the remaining wizards in the city who were trying to help the survivors, and we received the news. That's why we came back so quickly."
"Now it's different from usual. As the parties involved, we can't let the Magic Congress of the United States act on our behalf and cooperate with them to interfere with the brain of the Muggle president." Lunn spread his hands and said to Albert helplessly, "In fact, the Magic Congress of the United States has now announced that the British wizards are temporarily banned from entering the country, and they're very strict about it …"
"Looks like you didn't find anything?" Owen leaned on the sofa, a little tired. Continuous overtime and dealing with the accusations of other countries had made his complexion not as rosy as before. "Tell me more."
"I'm sorry, director. The United States of Magic has strengthened the martial law … If we don't use force against them, we won't be able to find out too much if we only act as spies …" The Wolf Mother said carefully as she gestured awkwardly. She was trying to make Owen not look at Fatty and Four Eyes as much as possible.
"We don't dare to contact the American informants we bribed … The one with eyes is right. Under such circumstances, those informants might betray us out of anger. We have to wait for things to calm down. It's better to let these people calm down." Albert spread out his hands and perked himself up a little. "However, father, we have more or less collected some evidence about the impersonation of Gravis, as well as the security flaws of the United States Congress of Magic … However, because these can only be used as evidence, and we do not have a decisive grasp of the whereabouts of the place, these are not conclusive evidence."
"I guess … Is it because this Lord Voldemort sensed the death of Butler Helena that he became a little desperate?" Owen frowned and pressed his fingers to his head. "Otherwise, why would he do such a thing and give up his position when he finally impersonated such a promising high-ranking official?"
"It's my fault. Allen's plan to resurrect the two Lord Voldemort was fine, and the bank incident in Germany was indeed in line with our expectations. However, we should have taken more control of this matter in the future …" Lunn pushed his glasses up gently, and his face was full of self-blame. "It's a pity that we missed this opportunity. I'm afraid it won't be easy to investigate it again."
"I've also suggested using the enslavement gemstone," Owen said to his son. "I don't know how you guys are progressing with the scroll. But Allen told me that if we only resurrect the Lord Voldemort himself, he won't dirty his hands no matter what he does. However, if we take the initiative to control him to do evil, this will create a special connection that may be divined by a prophet like Sybil Trelawney. The two methods are different in nature … Although this Lord Voldemort has caused us a lot of trouble this time … I still agree with Allen's opinion. "
"Isn't this similar to the saying of life debt? "When a wizard saves the life of another wizard, then the one who was saved owes the savior a debt of life. The wizard who owes the debt must repay the life debt by doing something that benefits the savior. Even between the number one rivals, this kind of connection will occur. Whether the person involved is willing or not, the wizard who owes the debt will sometimes unconsciously repay the life debt, and may even go against his original will to repay it … Is that it? But if it's not to save people, it will also happen? "
"The life debt itself, the connection caused by the life debt is not necessarily a magical force. I'm not sure if it will really happen." Owen obviously did not know much about this field. "But if it involves the connection of the fate line that will be detected by prophecies, then it should be avoided as much as possible." As he spoke, he looked at his eldest son who was silent next to him. "Albert, I understand your accusation, but our original intention was not to let Lord Voldemort do such a big thing. This is his fault, or even my fault, but it's not your fault. Take a break later and have a good rest with Hibiscus Chinensis … I'll come to see you in the evening with mother. So, in the end, did you find anything unusual in the United States?"
"We have almost no way to find any survivors … But if there's anything unusual … the thick fog in the city is very strange …" Albert closed his eyes to recall. His lips trembled, and he closed his eyes to recall. "It's very strange. We can't figure out how the fog is created. The power contained in it is not magic … There's another thing that is very noteworthy. Those who die in the city … whether it's a Muggle or a mutated creature, they will eventually turn into ashes, just like after their souls have been sucked away."
"Like what we did to the eight-eyed giant spider?" Lunn pondered for a moment and frowned. "Father, isn't it said that the Grim Reaper will absorb the souls of the dead to strengthen himself? Such a large scale … Could it be that other than Lord Voldemort, there's another Grim Reaper behind this? "
"Narcissa said that Luna is not around, and I didn't ask Allen … Is it because he's fighting against the Grim Reaper? Owen's fingers habitually tapped on his leg. "Penello, report this to Allen later. Tell him about the souls … There's no need to talk about other trivial matters. Lunn and I can share the burden with him … Just let them focus on the more important things."
"Okay …" Penello's long legs that were originally crossed shifted. She frowned and glanced in the direction of Luna's room. What she heard just now made her a little suspicious, but in the end, she glanced at Owen and said nothing.
"Actually, you don't have to feel too pressured. If they still want the floating city, the current situation is nothing more than to tarnish the reputation of England and Harris … so that the umbrella can't enter their local market." Owen's tone was still very calm. He turned to Albert and said apologetically, "I guess Hermione will have to suffer for a while. For the time being, we can't clear her name so quickly. Ask Hibiscus Chinensis to spend more time with her when she's free."
"Hermione's reaction isn't as big as it was a few days ago. She's now focused on compensating the victims' families. My department is trying to find a way to help her get the list of names." Lunn said to her father and Albert, "I understand this kind of pressure. She's quite similar to me when I was in school. If something happens to her, she'll feel very guilty …"
"In that case, Lunn, come back to the Ministry of Magic with me. I'm worried that Daisy will have a hard time dealing with these foreigners. You go and help her. I'll talk to the Russians and get them to say a few words. At least, at least it'll make us sound better." Owen stood up and prepared to go back to the Ministry of Magic to work overtime. "Albert, if you have any small things to report, just tell Penello. She can tell Allen later. That kid hasn't come downstairs these days. I don't know what he's been busy with."
"Thank you, Owen." Penello curled one corner of her mouth. She knew that Owen was creating an opportunity for her and Allen, who had been busy recently, to meet. "The countries here are more active in the formation of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards Peacekeeping Force."
"They're so proactive because they're thinking of using this non-commercial method to ease the relationship." Owen nodded in understanding. "After all, after they learn these methods here, even if they retire and return to their home countries in the future, they can bring advanced teaching ideas back to their own countries."
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