When Allen and the others returned to the tent, the sky was already bright.
"Oh, thank God, thank God!" As soon as Mrs. Harris came out of the gate of the tower, she quickly ran to Mr. Harris.
She hugged Mr. Harris' neck, and Mr. Harris patted her back comfortingly. The expression on his face was a mixture of happiness and helplessness.
Although Allen and the others were tired, they couldn't help but laugh when they saw this scene.
"Ahem, the children are here!" Mr. Harris coughed a few times uncomfortably and gently pushed Mrs. Harris away.
Mrs. Harris wasn't embarrassed. She hugged her children warmly, especially Albert, who was at the front line. She hugged him tightly in her arms.
When they entered the dining room, Harris looked at the sumptuous food on the table. After a moment of silence, he hugged Mrs. Harris and said softly, "Dear, I made you worry."
Mrs. Harris's eyes suddenly turned red.
When she was hiding in the tower, she couldn't sleep because she was too worried. With the help of Hermione and Luna, she kept cooking food.
Although Mr. Harris and the others didn't have much of an appetite, they still sat down and enjoyed the food together.
"Why are you so late? The others are almost back. A lot of people left the camp before dawn. " Mrs. Harris put down her worries and asked curiously while serving a bowl of porridge for everyone.
"This incident made the entire Ministry of Magic move. Even those who were on vacation were urgently recalled." Mr. Harris took a sip of the porridge and sighed contentedly.
"Scrimgeour can finally fulfill his original proposal." As soon as Mr. Harris finished speaking, the whole family's eyes were on him.
"Congratulations, Albert. If everything goes well, Aura's authority will increase, and the division between combat and civilian work will be more detailed. You will have the command of the most elite combat force. In addition, you will be responsible for the selection of all Aura's equipment, training, and even combat. "Mr. Harris looked at Albert.
"Tell me, Dad, what's going on?" Lunn urged.
"We've planned for so long, and now we've successfully achieved our goal. Scrimgeour wanted the Aura to have unlimited firepower, and he needed my support. This coincides with our plan. I took the opportunity to ask him. Although Albert's position can't be promoted, his power can be expanded. "Mr. Harris put down the cutlery in his hand and explained patiently.
"However, Scrimgeour hesitated and thought that my price was too high." Mr. Harris paused. "So, I suggested that the scope of Aura's functions could be expanded, and he agreed."
"What do you think, minister?" Albert asked.
As soon as his voice trailed off, several owls flew in through the curled-up window of the tent. They had thick newspapers tied to their legs.
"Foggy is still a little hesitant about Aura's unlimited firepower, but when today's newspaper comes out, he'll change his attitude." Mr. Harris glanced at the newspaper and drank the porridge in his bowl in one gulp.
Mr. Harris put down the cutlery, wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, and picked up a newspaper. He hurriedly skimmed through the first page, and Albert also looked over his shoulder.
Allen flipped through the other newspapers unhurriedly, and occasionally took a sip of the coffee that Hermione brewed. There were about two packets, and it was a little strong.
"The World Cup Is Over, and the Championship Belongs to England.", "The England Team Wins the Championship. Allen? Harris Crowned the World's Best Ball Seeker. "," Merlin gives all his love to him. Allen? Harris. "," This World Cup Final is the Most Boring and the Most Exciting in History. "
When he flipped to a publication, Allen hurriedly turned his head and avoided the fate of spitting coffee on the newspaper.
"'The Famous Ball Seeker, Wickidor? Krum's New Relationship Exposed? '" Daisy saw Allen's reaction and could not help but come forward. She was always particularly interested in celebrity gossip.
When she saw the accompanying picture, Daisy laughed so hard that she could hardly stand. She held onto the chair with both hands.
In the photo, Krum threw himself at Ron. Their lips touched, and Ron's eyes widened. This action was repeated over and over in the newspaper, and it looked like Krum was kissing Ron by force.
"What newspaper is this?" Daisy was interested and urged Allen to flip to the back.
"'Singing Different,' a special edition of the World Cup." Allen also could not wait to flip to the back.
"Pfft, 'The Bulgarian Minister Kneels in Submission, England's National Prestige Boosts.'" Daisy had just taken a sip of water when she saw the photo. The Bulgarian minister had a look of disbelief on his face, and Foggy, who was trying hard to hold back his smile, burst out laughing.
"It's so mischievous! Who wrote this? Ah … It's actually her … Rita? Skeeter! "Daisy flipped directly to the end of the article and saw the author's name.
"I got a lot of royalties because of this. I provided the picture." Luna's light silver eyes widened. Daisy immediately sat next to her with interest.
Allen saw that Daisy was so excited, so he simply handed "Singing Different" to Daisy and flipped through other newspapers.
"Albert was mentioned," Allen suddenly said, and he raised the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.
"Where is it? Read it, "Mrs. Harris asked with interest.
Daisy was interested in celebrities, and Mrs. Harris was keen on collecting honors from her children.
"Compared to the older generation of Aura, the new generation of Aura appears to be well-trained. They are methodical in capturing the troublemakers, showing an extraordinary tacit understanding. In particular, it is worth noting that the Aura have obtained the right to attack at will. We will continue to monitor whether this will become the norm in the future. "
"Where is Albert?" Mrs. Harris was a little anxious.
"My dear, don't worry." Mr. Harris patted her hand.
"The older generation of Aura is no longer adapted to the development of the times. Obviously, they should retire and do some other work. Logistics or clerical work, perhaps this is the best place for them to belong. "Allen continued to read.
"Under the command of a young blond elite, the uniformed Aura helped the people gently and politely instead of being cold during battle. This greatly alleviated the fear that the battle brought to the ordinary wizards." Allen smiled. "Here, Albert is what you want to hear."
Allen handed the newspaper to Mrs. Harris, stood up, stretched, and looked a little tired.
Allen felt that he needed to wash up so that he could have more energy to welcome Lucius. Malfoy's arrival.
Allen quickly went upstairs. When he came out of the bathroom refreshed, he was surprised to find that Hermione was waiting outside his room.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Allen saw the two small bottles in Hermione's hands and looked puzzled.
"I saw a massage tutorial at Penello's place. I ordered one and practiced on the pillow for a long time. I can help you relieve your fatigue." Hermione's expression was serious as she said in a methodical manner.
Allen couldn't help but feel excited. He opened the door and walked in stiffly.
Hermione followed.
"Take off your clothes and lie on the bed." Hermione lifted her chin and motioned Allen to lie on the bed.
"Lie … Lie on the bed?" Allen was stunned. He thought of the previous time with Penello and could not help but blush.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" Hermione put the bottle on the bed and put her hands behind her back.
Allen nimbly lay on the bed. His two ears were red.
At this time, Allen's whole body quivered.
A cool, slippery thing spread down his spine.
Allen could not help but groan.
Then, his voice gradually became louder and he could not control himself.
The knocking on the door interrupted Hermione's action.
"Allen, Malfoy is here to see you." Luna's voice came from outside the door.
Allen jumped up from the bed and deftly opened the door.
"I don't want to boast, but I'm the best at massaging. Look at how energetic Allen is." Hermione said proudly.
Luna was curious. "Then give me a massage too."
Hermione was in high spirits. She immediately stood behind Luna.
"Is it comfortable?" Hermione's expression was very proud.
"It's so comfortable that I think you can try massaging Zhuo Geng." Luna's expression twisted.
"Say goodbye to your sore muscles." Hermione increased her strength.
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