In the days following the Hogwarts holiday, unlike the world's magical residents who were shrouded in gloom due to the Grim Reaper, the sky where the floating city was located at this time was blinded by the dazzling sun.
In the blink of an eye, Allen had been holed up in Harris Castle on the island in the middle of the lake for three days. In the living room, he leaned lazily on the sofa, looking no different from a young wizard who had just finished an exam and was relaxing at home watching TV and playing games.
Having decided on the date of entry, the wizard who was beginning to be known as the world's greatest wizard had been relaxing at home these days, resting and accumulating his strength, preparing to enter the underworld for battle after a few days of adjusting his condition.
But it was different from the illusion that people imagined that he was training or studying hard in the library, seizing the last moment to improve himself.
The savior was at home on the sofa, holding a game console that no longer used electricity and was no longer an electronic product after being modified by Arthur. He was using the magical PlayStation console to play the second generation of a puzzle-solving game made by Muggle, the theme of which was a biochemical weapon leak that led to the catastrophic consequences of turning everyone in the city into zombies.
And it was not just his behavior, the savior's appearance at this time was completely without the burden of an idol. Not only was he not wearing any robes, headbands, or any equipment, he was even a little disheveled.
Allen was only wearing a white cotton hurdle vest, and the short pajama pants underneath were crumpled under his half-reclining posture. Flip-Flops were hanging on his leg, shaking with his leg movements. His phoenix, Anca, had flown from Hermione's head to Allen's sofa due to the noisy crowd, sleeping on her back in the soft dent on the sofa, unlike a bird.
The rest of the family had asked for leave to stay at home as much as possible because of this matter, wanting to spend more time with Allen. But just like those workers who went out all year long and returned home during a long vacation, the family would welcome and love you to make up for the long-term emptiness, but as the novelty wore off, they would look at your laziness and feel that something was wrong.
So, apart from Luna and Daisy who seemed to be interested in the zombies that were blown to pieces by Allen's rocket launcher on the TV, Owen and a group of other core members of Family Harris gathered on the other side of the sofa not far from Allen, discussing some issues related to the recent changes in the situation.
At this time, Hermione, who had already graduated, had not faded away from the image of a student, nor the maturity of a mother, but the content of the meeting was the follow-up development plan for the floating city of the Hogwarts with Owen and Lunn's administrative umbrella.
Due to the recent expansion of the territory and the possible increase in the population caused by the Grim Reaper, they had to come up with a feasible plan to ensure that everyone had a job and enough food to eat.
"Hermione, we'll do everything according to your plan. You're actually much more professional than us politicians who only know how to scheme against the people. You should come to the Empire's Ministry of Magic to take a position in the economy in the future. " Owen finished with a slight self-deprecating tone, then hesitated for a moment before changing the topic. "We should also consider one more thing. The main thing is that most of the families of the Muggle leaders in the Muggle Country have now turned into wizards in the name of joining an organization that they call the Free Stonemasons. Lunn, you have to do a good job in welcoming them and let them have a wonderful experience on the floating city, and develop feelings for this place … If … this is also to ensure Family Harris's future status, and I think in order to expand this part of the power, we can also start to consider accepting some rich and powerful Muggle …"
"Father will come back!" A female voice exploded from the crowd. Although the volume was not loud, it was very sharp. "Grandpa! Mother will guarantee that father will come back. Family Harris will never fall! "
It was Helena who stood up after hearing their conversation. The tall female ghost stood up with a strong aura. She clenched the hem of her skirt tightly with her fists.
Two red streaks immediately flowed out from Daisy and Emily's nostrils, and the smell of rust surrounded their throats. Helena was so angry that she could not control her ability, and her voice unconsciously carried a female ghost's howling ability.
"Aunt Daisy, Aunt Emily, I'm sorry! I didn't control my emotions well! "
"Uh … I'm fine. I just need to clean up …"
"Enough, Owen! Don't say such inauspicious things! " Morgan-le-feil angrily threw a pillow at Owen and complained, "As a father, do you think that your son will never come back? Then why did you agree to let him go down? "
Helena floated over and half-squatted to return to her incorporeal form. She used the cold characteristic of her spirit form to brush Emily's forehead. However, after the little girl cleaned herself up, she stuffed the pillow in her arms to Morgan-le-feil, who was empty-handed.
"Father, you're too much. Nobody wants to listen to your arrangements at this time." Daisy, who was lying on the sofa, wiped the blood from her nose and stood up. When she heard her mother's words, she turned around and glared at her father.
"Uh, I'm sorry. I just …" Owen was a little embarrassed. He knew that he had said something wrong. He saw that Allen, who was also involved, suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a smile. Allen then turned his head and went back to playing his game. He didn't seem to have any intention of saving him.
At this time, all the witches in the house had ugly expressions on their faces — except for Harris and the others. Hermione, who was restrained by her seniority, sat up straight. She bit her lower lip with her small front teeth, and Penello crossed her arms. She felt that her anger had been vented a little. She raised her chin and shook her legs.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's my fault. Actually, I just wanted to make the plan perfect …"
Seeing that his words and actions had angered the witches, Owen rubbed his hands embarrassedly. He looked at Luna, who was still watching Allen fight the zombies. He rolled his eyes and said, "Luna, the rare materials we requested from other countries are here. Where should I put them?"
"Put them in any temple. I can take them myself." Luna's light silver eyes fixed on Owen's face for a moment. She then turned her head and said, "Can you just use a knife to kill the one whose brain is exposed?"
Lunn looked away from the thick parchment list in her hand and asked, "Luna, what do you want to do with so many materials? What do you want to do? "
"Allen's equipment will be destroyed sooner or later like the knife in this game. I'll make a few more sets and put them in the storage space. He can find time to change them himself." Luna's fingers casually twirled her hair. "If I make too many and don't need them, you can continue to use them."
Because of Luna's identity, the others could not say anything. Only the sound of gasps could be heard.
Morgan-le-feil just squeezed the pillow in her arms tighter. Daisy's eyebrows were knitted together. Emily's foot tapped the ground a lot faster. Luna's answer reminded them that Allen could die many times in the Underworld.
"Let Allen go in and fight for his life. You stay outside and make the equipment!" Penello said angrily through gritted teeth.
"Don't worry. I'll go in when Allen finds a chance." Luna turned to Penello and said seriously, "If he can't find a chance, I'll go in with the Philosopher's Stone."
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