Worried about Albert, everyone returned to their rooms. Perhaps only the little sister, Emily, could sleep soundly in the entire house.
In the middle of the night, Allen, who had yet to fall asleep, keenly heard whispers coming from the living room. He quietly got out of bed and hid behind the pillar of the living room porch. It turned out that Mr. Harris and Mr. Kingsley Shackle were talking.
"Owen, you know the department's confidentiality regulations. I can't reveal the details of Allen's mission, but please believe that we are indeed doing our best to search for Allen." Mr. Kingsley Shackle rubbed the space between his eyebrows, looking very troubled.
"Kingsley, please understand a father's feelings when he doesn't know whether his son is alive or dead. From your words tonight, I feel that Albert is on an extremely dangerous mission. You can not tell me the details of the mission, but can you reveal a little about what might have happened to my son? This is a father's request. "Mr. Harris didn't give up.
"Well, Owen, this is Albert's favorite book before his accident. You can read it first." Kingsley seemed to be touched, but he still adhered to his principles and didn't reveal the details of the mission.
Mr. Harris quickly flipped through the book, intending to find an opportunity to talk to his youngest son. This book was given to Kingsley by Allen, so he must have read it. Mr. Harris knew that Allen had a photographic memory, and he also knew that Allen was intelligent and thorough.
"Owen, what are you going to do tomorrow?" Kingsley suddenly asked while Mr. Harris was flipping through the book.
"What do you mean?" Mr. Harris was very puzzled. He was trying his best to think about what kind of entanglement this mythical book would have with Albert.
"Your children, with all due respect, those Indians will definitely return if they can't find any trace of Albert. Perhaps they will harm you. You have to plan early." Kingsley suddenly leaned forward and sincerely suggested.
Mr. Harris also faced the problem seriously. "Emily can stay at my cousin Josephine's house for a while. Allen may return to Hogwarts first. Grace (Mrs. Harris) and Daisy can stay at St. Mungo Magic Hospital for the time being. Lunn and I can travel back and forth between the Ministry of Magic and home. Don't be in a hurry to object, please listen to me. "Mr. Harris stopped Kingsley from blurting out the words of dissuasion.
"I know that you and the ministry are worried about the safety of my family, but as you said, if the three Indians can't find Albert, they will definitely come to our home. If the home is empty, they will realize that we have taken precautions. In that case, they may invest more manpower and resources to catch Albert. Albert's situation will be even more dangerous. Moreover, if they dare to break in, I also want to catch those Indians and ask for information about my son. Lunn and I have both passed the test, and we are in our own home. It is enough to ensure our safety. "Mr. Harris's expression was resolute. It was clear that he had made up his mind.
"Well, since you insist. I will communicate with the ministry and temporarily open up the Ministry's flight network to your home to reduce the possibility of accidents on the road. It's late. Owen, let's stop here. I still have to report to the ministry. "Kingsley acquiesced to Mr. Harris's arrangement.
"Thank you, Kingsley. Then goodnight, and sweet dreams. "Mr. Harris gratefully shook Kingsley's hand and said goodnight to him.
Allen quickly returned to his room and climbed into bed. He had a premonition that Mr. Harris would definitely come to talk to him.
Sure enough, not long after, Mr. Harris knocked on Allen's door. Allen pretended to be half asleep and opened the door.
"Sorry to disturb you, Allen. You must be asleep, but I have something very important to ask you. " Mr. Harris was very distressed and apologetic, but it was related to Albert's safety. He had to ask clearly.
Allen stepped aside to let Mr. Harris in. The two sat at the table. Outside, the snow was swirling. Inside the room, the light was dim. Behind the tranquility and comfort was a crisis. It was like the calm before the storm.
"Dad, you must want to ask about the book?" Allen had already guessed the purpose of Mr. Harris's visit. He explained the whole story of how he got the book in detail.
Mr. Harris had a thoughtful look on his face. "Dad, have you heard of the Moon God in India?" Allen asked softly.
Mr. Harris looked at his youngest son attentively. Allen was not a person who spoke without thinking.
"In India, the Moon God is called Chandra, which means' bright and dazzling '. According to the records, the Moon God is a male. He has four hands. One hand holds a scepter, one hand holds immortality dew, the third hand holds a lotus, and the remaining hand is in a defensive state. He drives a three-wheeled chariot that is pulled by antelopes or ten white jasmine-like horses. "Allen stopped and looked at Mr. Harris meaningfully.
"What do you mean?" Mr. Harris asked suspiciously.
"In this world, who desires immortality the most?" Allen's words made Mr. Harris shudder.
"You mean the person whose name cannot be mentioned?" Mr. Harris's heart was in turmoil. How could this be? Wouldn't Albert be in mortal danger? As if thinking of something, he asked again, "But wasn't he defeated by Harry?"
"Who knows, maybe it's him, maybe it's the Death Eaters. Everything is possible, but we have to prepare for the worst. Dad, how do you plan to settle us? " At this moment, Allen was so mature that Mr. Harris almost forgot that he was only an 11-year-old child. However, whether it was his appearance or his mentality, Allen really did not look like a child.
Mr. Harris briefly explained his plan. As soon as he finished, Allen objected, "No, dad, I can't go back to Hogwarts, even though it's the safest place."
Mr. Harris was surprised. He seemed to have figured out Allen's intention in an instant, "No, Allen, even though you're very capable, you're still a child. You must — must stay in Hogwarts. You're not allowed to look for Albert. "
Facing the suddenly anxious Mr. Harris, Allen was still calm. "Dad, think about it, Emily is only 7 years old. Are you okay with her living alone in Aunt Josephine's house? Will she feel abandoned? Will she be sad? If you think she's safe in Aunt Josephine's house, then wouldn't it be fine if I'm there? "Allen's clear and logical explanation made Mr. Harris hesitate.
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