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Chapter 360

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"Okay, Albert is in the room." Allen smiled, his eyes fixed on Penello.

Penello smiled brightly and entered the tent first.

"Hi, Penello." Daisy rubbed her shoulders and walked down from upstairs, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hi, Daisy, what's wrong with you?" Penello tilted his head and glanced upstairs.

"Her massage skills are worse than yours." Daisy pouted. Penello's gaze fell on Allen's door.

"Oh?" Penello glanced at Allen teasingly.

Allen rubbed his nose uncomfortably.

"It feels like she's interrogating me. I want to confess, but I don't know what to confess." Daisy did not notice the exchange of glances between the two.

Penello could not help but laugh.

"Penello?" Albert walked out of the room and heard Penello's voice.

"Albert, after a night of hard work by all the Aura, all the injured have been properly treated. Other than the troublemakers who need to be sent to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, the rest have been brought to the Ministry of Magic to await interrogation. As for the Muggle who was injured last night, after treatment, they have been given a Forgotten Curse. "Penello explained the situation to Albert.

"Okay, you've worked hard." Albert nodded and was surprised to see Penello's face suddenly reveal a teasing smile. He could not help but ask curiously, "Is there anything else?"

Penello gently brushed the loose hair in front of his forehead and smiled, "A troublemaker had escaped capture, but he was killed by a Muggle."

Everyone's attention was focused on Penello. This was unbelievable.

"An eyewitness saw a short but muscular bald Magus covered in tattoos running into a Muggle in the forest after escaping from his pursuers. He wanted to torture Muggle, but in his complacency, the iron sandalwood wand in his hand accidentally slipped out and was snatched by Muggle. " Penello leaned against the armchair behind him, raised his eyebrows, and revealed a playful smile.

"He actually lost his wand?" Daisy asked in surprise.

"He's not the only one. I heard that Ron from the Weasley family also lost his wand and hasn't found it yet." Albert laughed.

"Anything can happen in the midst of chaos." Penello shrugged. "There's more to come. The dark wizard used the hardest iron sandalwood wand, and it's very sharp. The Muggle used his wand as a dagger and stabbed it into the dark wizard's abdomen before pulling it out. His intestines were even dragged out and scattered on the ground. Blood flowed everywhere. "

Penello's face showed undisguised mockery and happiness. "The trees in the forest and the mud are full of his bloody handprints. Perhaps he wanted to take back his wand to treat himself. Obviously, he didn't achieve his goal and died after struggling for a long time. How pitiful. "

"Oh, I'm afraid Mr. Malfoy won't be too happy to hear about this." Penello thought of Malfoy whom he had just met at the entrance of the tent. "That dark wizard just happens to have the same name as Draco."

"Albert, Lunn, we should go to the Ministry of Magic." Mr. Harris walked out of the study. Even though he hadn't slept the whole night, he still seemed to be in good spirits.

"After capturing so many people, we'll have to be judged one by one. We may have to work overtime in the ministry for the next few days, so there's no need to prepare food for us. Allen, perhaps soon, you'll be able to get the Merlin Medal Rank-2. "

Mr. Harris looked at Allen. "You transported the wounded during the battle so that they could receive timely treatment. Foggy has decided to fight for the Merlin Medal Rank-2 for you. The Bulgarian minister knelt in front of Foggy. He's very happy. "

Mr. Harris smiled at Allen. Allen immediately understood the real reason for getting the medal.

Mr. Harris hugged his wife. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Allen opened the door and couldn't look away. An extremely beautiful girl stood outside the door. Her long silver hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. She had a pair of big blue eyes and a mouth full of white, neat teeth.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Harris' tent?" The beautiful girl's voice was slightly hoarse. She spoke English with a slight French accent.

Allen immediately came back to his senses. Why were all the beautiful girls here today looking for Albert?

"Has Penello been here?" A brown-faced Aura asked.

"Hello, Dardanian. Long time no see." Allen recognized the Aura and hurriedly greeted her. "Penello is inside. Are you looking for her? Please come in. "

With Dardanian's introduction, everyone finally understood that this stunningly beautiful girl was called Hibiscus Chinensis. Dracul had specially come to thank Penello.

The elderly witch that Penello had used "Damage Transfer" to save last night was Hibiscus Chinensis's grandmother.

Hibiscus Chinensis pounced on Penello with unimaginable enthusiasm and kissed Penello twice on each cheek.

Penello looked as if she was frightened. Allen couldn't help but laugh.

Hibiscus Chinensis immediately turned to look at him. "Ah, and you guys, you also helped."

Hibiscus Chinensis walked in front of Allen, raised her head, and kissed him twice. Then, everyone present received her thanks.

Allen noticed that Albert's ears turned red when Hibiscus Chinensis approached.

Albert's feelings were very complicated at this time. It was not that he had never had a girlfriend, but he had never felt like this. He felt like his face was on fire. If his ears were hot, he would not be surprised at all.

Almost everyone present had received a kiss from this extremely charming girl.

Mr. Harris rubbed his waist that was pinched by Mrs. Harris and shouted at Albert and Lunn to leave.

Penello seemed to be a little overwhelmed by the Frenchman's enthusiasm and quickly said goodbye. Aura still had a lot of things to do.

The tent soon returned to silence. Allen found Hermione sitting alone at the dining table. She kept using her fork to play with the food on the plate, but she did not eat a single bite.

"Hermione, you don't look very happy." Allen walked to Hermione and sat down.

"I just realized that my massage is very bad." Hermione looked a little sad.

"Well... how about ordering something delicious? What do you want to eat?" Allen suggested.

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