Kakarov looked up at Allen in astonishment and frowned. "Mr. Allen Harris, it's not polite to block someone's path."
Allen glanced down at Kakarov's hand and smiled. "The mark is getting hot, isn't it? It's getting darker. You're panicking, aren't you? Thinking of running away?"
Kakarov's face was full of bewilderment as he stared fiercely at Allen.
"Sir, it's not wise to be so unfriendly. If I were you, I wouldn't run away. With this kind of Perception Mark, even if you're at the end of the world, I can still track you. " Allen's tone sounded very sincere, but if you looked into his eyes, you would find that they were full of ridicule.
Allen gently rolled up his sleeve, revealing the Family Harris Perception Mark. "Our Family Harris is also proficient in this kind of Perception Mark magic. We know the power of this mark too well. It's useless no matter where you run. "
Kakarov's face instantly turned pale. His teeth chattered from time to time, making a crisp sound. He could see that Allen wasn't lying. He slumped down his arms, took a few steps back, and hit the pillar behind him in a panic.
His mind was full of scenes of being caught by that person who must not be named. He was kneeling on the ground, that person high above, the wand aimed at him. He would either wail in pain and roll on the ground, or lose his life in a flash of green light.
The more he thought about it, the more desperate he became. His whole body trembled and twitched. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from crying out. He simply couldn't control himself. It was as if he was rolling on the ground, trying to tear something apart and bite someone.
A bottle of alluring wine suddenly appeared in front of Kakarov. He grabbed the bottle and greedily gulped it down until he was out of breath. A third of the wine in the bottle had gone down.
His stomach was soon on fire, and this scorching heat spread to his limbs. While numbing his soul, it also gave him some courage. He looked up at Allen, who handed him the wine. "What's your purpose?"
Allen did not answer him directly. Instead, he analyzed from Kakarov's point of view. "As long as you are still Demstrand's headmaster, your life will not be easily ended."
"It's no use, you don't know his horrors," Kakarov muttered, shaking his head in frustration.
"If that's all there is to it, then of course it's useless." Allen suddenly changed the topic. "In this year's World Cup, you should have seen the strength of the young Aura from the British Ministry of Magic. I think you have also seen the relevant news from the newspaper. It was created by my brother, Albert Harris. However, what everyone doesn't know is … "
Allen pretended to pause. "Although my second brother, Lunn Harris, usually keeps a low profile and is not famous for his battles, in fact, his strength is not much weaker than my brother's. In Hogwarts, you don't have to worry about your safety for the time being. In fact, according to Family Harris' intelligence, Lord Voldemort has not fully resurrected yet. When the semester is about to end, you can use the name of Demstrand to invite the British Ministry of Magic for an exchange. Family Harris will use our influence in the Ministry of Magic to let my second brother, Lunn Harris, lead the team. I'm sure you've seen the recent changes in the Ministry of Magic from Barty Crouch. High ranking officials have been forced to bring a few Auros with them as bodyguards. As a member of the Harris Family, I don't think it's a big deal to send a few more Auros with them, even if it's not too much. "
"Of course, they are not a match for Lord Voldemort, but I think you know what my Animagus can do. They just need to buy some time …" Saying this, Allen used his wand to point at his Imprint of Omniscience. "Through it, I can receive information. I have already shown you a small part of my strength in the competition. Besides, I think Dumbledore, the greatest light magus, will also be happy to join forces with the Aura of the Ministry of Magic to get rid of that terrorist. "
Kakarov spun the bottle in his hand, trying to figure out the authenticity and reliability of Allen's words. What Family Harris revealed to the outside world was probably just the tip of the iceberg. What was their purpose in doing this?
"Then, what do you want from Headmaster Demstrand?" Kakarov used his sweet social tone again.
Seeing that he was finally talking about the main topic, Allen decided to reveal some half-truths to give Kakarov some confidence. It was also a form of deterrence. "With Family Harris' influence and our influence in the Ministry of Magic, we are confident that we can protect you from anyone. Apart from that, you won't be able to find anyone more powerful than us. In a short period of time, you won't be able to rely on a more powerful organization. "
Allen held the pearl of wisdom and looked at Kakarov with a relaxed expression. "I think Demstrand will have a few vacancies next year. Family Harris is the successor of Gellert Grindelwald's influence. A hundred years ago, your predecessor expelled him because of his experiments. You probably didn't expect that a few generations later, as his successor, you would invite his successor back in such a way."
Kakarov retreated a few steps in fright and bumped into the wall. His hat fell to the ground, and the sudden chill on his head cleared his mind.
He immediately made the connection between the Harris family in front of him and the subordinates of the first Demon King that Durmstrang came from. Allen's grandfather also graduated from Demstrand, and was Grindelwald's right-hand man. After the war, they had used various means to avoid punishment, just like him. Originally, he thought that they would decline after losing all their wealth. However, he did not expect that they would only hide in England and even become the heirs of the first generation of the Black Devil.
Kakarov downed the wine in his glass and wrapped himself in his leather jacket. "Aren't you afraid that I'll tell Dumbledore about this and ask for his support and protection?"
A transparent glass appeared in Allen's hand. He poured himself some wine and took a sip. "Why do you think Dumbledore doesn't know? Or do you think that the great light wizard will do something to Family Harris because of this? Vigilance, observation, surveillance? He allowed Tom Liddell to grow without daring to do anything. After Lord Voldemort was defeated, he even left his loyal subordinates of the Order of the Phoenix destitute and destitute. And compared to your former master's reign of terror, Family Harris has never broken the law … "
Allen looked at Kakarov mockingly. "Harris himself is the law."
Although Kakarov was paralyzed on the ground, he felt that his brain had never worked so fast in his life. He already knew Family Harris' goal. If he gave up everything and ran away, Demstrand would still have to surrender. Whether he could keep his life depended on how vengeful the mysterious man was. Based on his understanding of his master, if he relied on Family Harris, not only would he be able to keep his life, but they would also need to protect his position as the headmaster for a long time to complete the encroachment of Demstrand. After all, in order to control the school, there were also some school directors to deal with. If he performed well during this period, he might be able to keep his position as the headmaster, and even follow in Family Harris' footsteps.
At this time, his thoughts were interrupted by Allen's voice. "Judging from your expression, you've thought it through? In addition to the necessary unbreakable oath, in order to better protect you and allow us to communicate in time, I will imprint the mark of Family Harris on you. Please extend your right arm and don't resist. "Allen took out his wand.
After hearing this, Kakarov immediately knelt in front of Allen and kissed Allen's robe. He then took half a step back and exposed his arm. "Yes, master."
Allen was gently swirling the wine glass in his hand, but when he saw Kakarov's sudden action, he couldn't help but stop. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although he was threatening Kakarov, he never thought of accepting subordinates like the Dark Lord. However, this situation did not allow him to refuse. Although he wanted to imitate Krum and Ron and say, "I'm not, I'm not …"
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