"Hmm, perhaps we also need to control the public opinion!"
Aunt Josephine seemed to have been enlightened and started to plan.
"The Daily Prophet is controlled by the Ministry of Magic. I'm afraid it won't be that easy to infiltrate and bribe them." Mr. Harris scratched his head.
Allen instantly thought of Rita, whom he had threatened before. Skeeter, chief reporter for the Daily Prophet, illegal Animagus.
Perhaps if there was a chance in the future, he would be able to interact with her again.
The Prophet's Daily isn't easy to control, but we can make use of its pen to release information through other channels!
For example, Luna's "Singing Different Tune"!
I heard that its sales are pretty good!
Allen thought of the invitation letter that Luna had given him before the holidays. Perhaps that was an opportunity.
"Father, Aunt Josephine, I might have a way. My classmate from Ravenclaw, Luna, her father was the chief editor of "Singing Devil". As long as you give me some funds, perhaps I can make this magazine work for us. "Allen suggested.
Josephine's aunt looked at Allen with admiration. This child was too outstanding. Not only was he powerful, but he also knew the ways of the world.
When she was his age, what had she been thinking about? What had she been doing?
"Owen, Allen's talent and opportunities are truly top-notch," Josephine's aunt praised.
Mr. Harris's face was full of smiles. He was proud of Allen.
Josephine thought of the Mana Enhancing Potion that Allen had mentioned before. Perhaps Allen had amazing talent in the field of potions?
"If I recall correctly, your Hogwarts Potions professor was Snape, right?" Josephine narrowed her eyes, as though she was reminiscing.
Allen nodded. He didn't understand why Aunt Josephine would suddenly mention Snape.
"I remember that he seemed to be at odds with Potter at that time. I guess it must be because of Gryffindor's Lily. Evans. And he doesn't seem to be married yet? "
Allen could almost see the flames of gossip burning in Josephine's eyes.
Allen nodded. Indeed, a woman's intuition was truly terrifying.
Aunt Josephine has guessed the truth!
"Let me think, I still have some photos of Lily here! Back then, my relationship with her was pretty good. She was a beautiful girl who loved to smile. Unfortunately … "
Aunt Josephine's spirits suddenly sank. She was sorry for Lily.
"To be honest, I used to think that she would end up with Snape. I didn't expect her to become Lily in the end. Potter! I don't really like Potter. I always feel that he's a little arrogant and conceited. Not only does he like to be in the limelight, he also likes to bully others! "
Aunt Josephine curled her lips in disdain.
"When Lily and Potter got together, I gradually drifted away from her and slowly became distant. If I had been able to keep her away from Potter back then, perhaps the tragedy wouldn't have happened. "
Aunt Josephine's eyes were filled with sorrow.
"Josephine, this isn't your fault." Mr Harris patted Aunt Josephine's shoulder comfortingly.
"Snape, he has taught you very well." Aunt Josephine pursed her lips, her expression complicated.
When Allen pointed out the secret library to them and took out the two precious notes he had obtained today, Mr Harris and Aunt Josephine, who had originally thought that they could calmly accept everything, could no longer maintain their calm expressions. They simply wanted to jump up and cheer.
To a Magus family, the value of these precious magic tomes was far greater than any other rare treasure.
The increase in magic power was the foundation for a Magus family to establish themselves in the magic world.
Allen, this child, was too lucky. He was practically Merlin's favourite.
Allen was not worried that such precious knowledge would be a threat to him if Mr Harris and Aunt Josephine learned it.
Firstly, they were the people closest to him.
Secondly, Allen had an exceptional photographic memory.
Thirdly, compared to others, Allen could obtain more powerful magic potions.
Hence, Allen was definitely the person who could bring out the full potential of these books.
Allen thought of the Ravenclaw Tower he had previously obtained. There were also many magic books inside.
In the future, he would have to find a suitable opportunity to let Mr Harris and the others read them, so as to increase their strength and enter the ranks of the top Magi in the magic world.
After staying in this secret treasure room for a long time, Mr Harris and Aunt Josephine reluctantly left.
By the time Mrs Harris returned with Emily, Aunt Josephine had already displayed her skills in the kitchen.
The gloominess that shrouded her forehead had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a relaxed and joyful expression.
Only when Mrs Harris passed a gorgeous mirror to Daisy did her brows slightly knit together.
The two capable witches, Mrs. Harris and Aunt Josephine, had prepared a sumptuous banquet for all the wizards present to feast on, given the ample amount of food they had.
The only regret was that Big Brother Albert was not able to participate in this feast.
In fact, when Allen saw Albert again, it was already the morning of the next day.
When Allen woke up early, washed up, and was about to go out for his morning exercise, he heard a groan coming from the living room.
This groan was extremely suppressed, but Allen immediately recognized the owner of this sound — Big Brother Albert!
Allen quickly ran down the stairs and happened to see Albert clutching his chest and groaning in pain. His face was full of uncontrollable pain.
"Albert, what's wrong?" Allen asked.
"It's nothing, I was just accidentally injured during a mission," Abbott hurriedly put on a nonchalant expression.
But his slightly knitted brows revealed that he was enduring an indescribable pain.
Allen hurriedly went forward to check. Fortunately, Albert was a competent Aura and treated his wound well.
Allen took out a bottle of slow-release potion from his storage space. After drinking it, Albert's pain would be greatly reduced.
Albert took the potion from Allen and drank it in one gulp.
A cool feeling gushed out from his body, as if a pair of ice-cold hands had brushed past his body. The feeling of pain disappeared without a trace.
Allen felt that it was terrible to witness his loved ones being disturbed by pain.
He had to think of a way to ensure that the people he cared about could quickly escape when they were in danger and get a chance to be rescued.
Allen fell into deep thought.
Even when Aunt Josephine prepared a sumptuous breakfast, it did not raise Allen's mood.
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