Back in the hall from the confinement room, Mr. Harris enthusiastically poured Alan a glass of Colton, and drank one glass after another himself. There is nothing more delightful to a parent than the success of a child.
Mr. Harris excitedly talked about all kinds of interesting things he had seen or heard in the Ministry of Magic, the characteristics of the magical creatures, the battle experiences of the Aura, and so on.
All the ladies present looked at him, and Hermione said slowly and softly, "What you have said could be written into a series of fascinating essays."
Allen leaned forward, his hands clenched under his chin, and said to Mr. Harris, Albert, and Lunn, "The Dark Lord is about to rise, and Kakarov is afraid. He wants to run away."
Allen told his father and brother everything he knew about Kakarov, including the conversation between Snape and Kakarov.
"When Kakarov saw you flying out of the lake, he jumped up from his chair as if he had been pricked by a needle. His face was shockingly pale, and he wanted to run away, but he was stopped by Dumbledore." Mr. Harris couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Kakarov's face at that time.
"Grindelwald used to study in Demstrand." Mr. Harris rubbed his palms together. "But Kakarov, maybe we can control him. For the time being, we can let Lunn bring a few people to Demstrand in the name of an exchange between the English and German Ministry of Magic. In return for protecting him, I think Demstrand should at least leave a few teaching positions empty for the new batch of elites recruited by our family. "
Mr. Harris looked at Allen and smiled. "Speaking of these elites, after watching your competition, the young elites under my command, who have not lost the pride of the pure-blood family despite being oppressed for many years, are very convinced of you. If you have any missions for them in the future, they should be able to get the greatest support."
Allen nodded and looked at Albert, who was fiddling with an empty bottle. "Albert, Penello needs to be transferred away from the frontline battle. Let her do a clerical job in Aura's office for a while."
Albert nodded, but he didn't hide his puzzled eyes as he looked at Allen.
"She's been in a bad mood recently. Being away from the battle will ease her mood. At the same time, she can spend more time in the tower training her family members like Daisy and Hermione who are not very good at fighting, so that their wands can grow faster. "
Penello leaned against the back of the sofa, her wand twirling in her hand nimbly. Hearing this, her wand flew out of her hand and was quickly pulled back by the chain.
She looked up at Allen and didn't object.
"Well, it's getting late. Everyone should go back and rest." Mr. Harris looked at the magic clock hanging on the wall and suggested.
"There are still some things that need to be dealt with in the department. Penello, come with me. While you're at it, write your transfer letter." Albert was a swift and decisive person. He liked to complete his work immediately and didn't like to delay.
Penello politely bid farewell to Mr. Harris and the others, but her charming big eyes didn't dare to meet Allen's eyes. She followed Albert and disappeared from the tower.
Allen also stood up and bid farewell to his family. When he passed by Aunt Josephine, Allen hugged her. "Aunt Josephine, you're in charge of the Department of Magical Animal Management and Control. If there are any rare and dangerous magical creatures, remember to collect the dangerous creatures' blood and body tissues and other materials."
After leaving the tower, Allen transformed into his phoenix form. Using the sensory imprint, he first found Luna and teleported back to Ravenclaw's common room with Luna.
After bidding farewell to Luna, he located Hermione's position. Hermione, who had left the tower, teleported to the edge of the school and went around the black lake. She held the hem of her school uniform with both hands and ran towards the Hogwarts. She was used to abiding by the school rules and didn't want to miss the curfew.
Allen, who had teleported to Hermione's side, gave Hermione a fright. Hermione angrily turned her back to Allen.
Allen smiled and didn't mind. He accompanied Hermione as she slowed down her pace and walked towards the castle.
Allen turned around and gently reminded Hermione, who was sitting on a round leather stool, "Hermione, remember to promote a few wizards to be your assistants in the cram school. Don't put too much thought into the training. Your priority now is to let your wand grow."
"But I'm worried that the others won't be enough to convince the others. It won't be good if the training class becomes chaotic." Hermione hesitated. "I can take care of both sides."
Allen pinched Hermione's cheek. "Although the training class is important to me and Family Harris, compared to you, it's nothing."
After the competition, the weather became colder by the day. Although the weather had become clearer, every time the wizards went to the field outside the castle, the biting cold wind still hurt their hands and faces.
The owls couldn't deliver the letter in time because the wind always blew them off their target. The owls appeared at breakfast time on Friday, half of their feathers blown away by the wind.
When Allen took off the newspapers and magazines tied to their legs, such as The Daily Prophet, Antinomy, and so on, and gave them some water, the owls pecked Allen's fingers gratefully and flew away.
However, the dining table was obviously not a good place to read newspapers. Allen picked up the magazines and got up to leave.
When he walked down the stairs to the hall, Pency Parkinson, a group of Swordsmen led by The group of Slytherins led by Parkinson gathered together. They were all looking at something and giggling happily.
When Ron rushed past Allen with a newspaper, Pency's fox face excitedly peeked out from behind Gower's fat back. The group of Slytherin laughed even more happily.
"They're here, they're here!" She giggled. The group of Slytherin dispersed.
Allen saw that she was holding a magazine in her hand — Wizard Weekly. The event photo on the cover was of a curly-haired witch. She grinned, revealing a mouth full of teeth, and pointed her wand at a large sponge cake.
Allen quickened his pace. He was interested in the newspaper in his hand. In the library, Allen first opened Wizard Weekly.
Without much effort, Allen found what he was looking for on the front page of the magazine. A color photo took up an entire page. Krum looked intently at Ron's nose. On Ron's freckled nose was a water beetle.
At the same time, in the Potions classroom, Ron was also angrily flipping through the magazine. He might be a boy in the limelight, but he also experienced the pain of adolescent boys. Rita? Skeeter reported. After the World Cup, Krum finally met the love of his life in the Hogwarts — Ron Weasley. Weasley. Ron? Weasley used to be with Harry? They ate and slept together for three years, inseparable.
Ron? Weasley was an average-looking but ambitious wizard. He seemed to have a soft spot for famous wizards, but Harry alone could not satisfy his appetite. Ever since he met the famous ball-seeker of the Bulgarian team in the World Cup? Krum, Mr. Weasley had been toying with the feelings of the two wizards.
Krum was obviously infatuated with the cunning red-haired Mr. Weasley. In the second round of the Three Warlock Tournament, not only did he do his best to save Ron Weasley, he even tidied up Ron Weasley's appearance like a wife tidying up her husband's appearance. Weasley tidied up the table.
Perhaps Mr. Krum needed to pay attention to the fact that as a qualified boyfriend, Ron Weasley might not be a good choice. Weasley might not be a good choice. Principal Kakarov should probably test whether Mr. Krum had taken an aphrodisiac by mistake.
Of course, in the Hogwarts, aphrodisiacs were naturally prohibited. Dumbledore undoubtedly needed to investigate this matter seriously. At the same time, those who had good intentions towards Mr. Krum hoped that the next time he offered his true feelings, he would choose a more worthy candidate.
Harry, who was sitting next to Ron, saw Ron peeking at the magazine. After class, Harry quickly passed by Ron and stopped him for the first time after the Cold War. "You want to leave Rita next time? Skeeter, stay away! She made you into that kind of — that kind of slut! "
"Slut?! The newspaper says I'm a boyfriend! "
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