The trial was over, and the wizards left one after another. Dumbledore, Owen Harris, and the rest only left after answering the reporters' questions.
With a series of clanking and clanking sounds, an elevator descended in front of them. The golden gate slid open gently, and Dumbledore, Mr. Harris, and the rest walked into the lift together.
The door of the elevator was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out. At the same time, a few paper airplanes flew into the lift. Dumbledore looked up and watched them fly slowly around his head.
"The peace in the magic world is going to be broken soon. Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters, Harris from the Ministry of Magic … The Order of the Phoenix must unite …" Dumbledore was worried about the situation they might face when Lord Voldemort returned.
"Principal Dumbledore, please tell Alastor Moody to come to the Ministry of Magic when he gets better. We need him to come to the Ministry of Magic to make some records," Albert said as he leaned in behind Dumbledore.
"Didn't you guys rescue Alastor?" Dumbledore turned around in surprise. He and Albert looked at each other.
"Didn't you guys rescue him? Out of respect for you, Principal Dumbledore, the Aura won't enter the Hogwarts Castle unless it's absolutely necessary. We should have told Professor Mag, "Albert explained.
Dumbledore reached his hand into the sleeve of his magic robe, and a small section of a phoenix's tail feather peeked out from the cuff before retracting it back in after a while.
When the lift stopped at the lobby on the first floor, Dumbledore had just walked out of the lift when Fox appeared in front of him. He patted Fox's back with his skinny, old hand, and disappeared from the Ministry of Magic.
"Family Harris is going to hold a celebratory banquet tonight. At the banquet, I will introduce you as the successor to all the core members of Family Harris. You will have to go on stage and give a speech." Mr. Owen Harris returned to Family Harris' tower, went straight to Allen, and gave him a mission.
Allen didn't rush to agree. Instead, he asked, "What about Albert and Lunn?"
"I've already talked to them. Albert isn't suitable to lead Family Harris, and Lunn also said that you are more suitable to be the future leader of Family Harris. They will all support you. "Mr. Owen Harris had already made the necessary arrangements.
"But, I don't have enough time to write a speech." Allen wasn't afraid of going on stage to give a speech, but time was too short.
"I've already prepared it." Mr. Harris smiled as he took out a piece of parchment paper that he had prepared in advance and handed it to Allen.
Seeing this, Allen didn't hesitate any longer. He opened the parchment paper and found that his father had written down every word, tone, and even body movements.
That night, in Family Harris' manor, which was the manor where Josephine's aunt lived, five long tables were set up in the garden. The light yellow tablecloth almost reached the grass. The evening breeze gently blew on the faces of the guests, and accompanied by the delicate fragrance of the various flowers in the garden, the guests felt relaxed and happy.
Mrs. Harris and Josephine's aunt had been busy the whole day with the help of Maggie, who was raising elves at home, for this celebration. Plates of delicious food were automatically rotated on each table. When a plate of food was finished, the plate would automatically be filled with new food.
The outstanding wizards who used to be Grindelwald's subordinates were now part of Family Harris. The elites who had outstanding performance in the training class and joined Family Harris sat down and enjoyed this relaxing and pleasant feast.
After the feast, the colorful lights in the hall suddenly went out, and a stage rose up in front of the long table. After the feast, the colorful lights in the hall suddenly went out, and a stage rose up in front of the long table. Mr. Harris was wearing a neat suit and walked on the stage with his head held high.
"First of all, I would like to thank everyone for coming. Thank you for your contributions to Family Harris, and congratulate you on your return." Mr. Harris raised the wine glass in his hand. Everyone in the hall stood up and raised their glasses.
After drinking together, Mr. Harris continued, "In this operation, other than accepting almost all the valuable positions in the Crouch faction, after negotiating with Fudge, the head of the Ministry of Magic, we have won another victory!"
Mr. Harris paused and looked around at the wizards in the hall. He was satisfied to find that all their attention was focused on him, so he continued, "I, Owen Harris, have been promoted to deputy head of the Ministry of Magic. My second son, Lunn Harris, has taken over my position as the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department."
Mr. Harris frowned slightly. Fudge was adamant about not allowing Albert to take over Scrimgeour's position. Instead, he would rather give the inexperienced Daisy the position. This was really … Mr. Harris suppressed the displeasure in his heart.
"Also, my eldest daughter, Daisy Harris, has been appointed as the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. She is responsible for handling external affairs, coordinating and coordinating matters related to the Ministry of Magic all over the world, and cooperating to organize various types of exchange activities." Mr. Harris extended his hand in the direction of Daisy, and Daisy gracefully performed a wizard's salute.
"What we need to pay attention to is that, according to the agreement with Fudge, we will maintain a minimum of silence on the issue of whether the Mystery Man has returned. This includes the little elites of the Hogwarts who have just joined Family Harris. Next year, try your best to restrain your compatriots in the training class from publicly expressing their views on this matter. In return, Fudge will strive to award a few more third-level medals of the Sir Merlin Legion for your heroic performance during the competition. "
Owen Harris looked at the excited faces of the little wizards and couldn't help but think, It's still kids who are easily satisfied. The third-level medal wasn't very valuable. Back then, that liar Gidro Lockhart had received one, completely unlike the one he was going to fight for for his son. He still had to take into account that Allen had asked Penello to teach the Aura's Hellhound Summoning Spell, as well as his significant academic contributions. He also told Fudge that the magic world needed to create a new idol that had nothing to do with Dumbledore and the savior that Dumbledore had created, Harry Potter. Only then was he barely persuaded to help apply.
"Next, I would like to formally introduce the heir of Family Harris, my youngest son, Allen Harris. Everyone here should be familiar with him, so I won't go into detail about his excellence. I hope that his future achievements won't disappoint you. In addition, the head of the Ministry of Magic is also striving for a first-level medal of the Sir Merlin Legion for Allen's saving of a train of Muggle and his significant academic contributions to the field of summoning spells! "
Mr. Harris said proudly, "Let us welcome Allen Harris to say a few words for us."
"Albert, aren't you the eldest son?" Hibiscus Chinensis, who was wearing a moon-white strapless dress, pouted her red lips.
"Without Allen, there wouldn't be the Harris of today." Albert sized up Hibiscus Chinensis and found that she was carelessly playing with her hair. Apparently, she was just a little curious and didn't really care about whether he was the heir or not.
Amidst the thunderous applause, Allen, who had taken off his usual school uniform and was wearing the H94 uniform, flew onto the stage. Soft light came from nowhere and illuminated the high stage.
"My brothers, sisters, and friends: your applause shouldn't be a gift to me. It should be a gift to yourselves. "Allen drew a semicircle with his wand and pointed to the wizards below the stage.
"So please applaud for yourselves." Allen took the lead and clapped softly. The wizards below the stage cheered and applauded.
"Someone said so." Allen lowered his head and played with his wand. He kneaded one end of the wand and looked in the direction of the training class. "I hate wizards with no talent. Those ordinary wizards, poor students, and people who can't use spells well. That's why I didn't let them join my training class and Family Harris."
Allen put his hands behind his back and stood on tiptoe. He raised his head and said in a deep voice, "I don't hate them. Not at all."
"I think," Allen paused for a moment. "Ordinary wizards aren't lowly. They're just different from us. They're not worthless, but they have other values. "
The stage was extremely quiet. The young wizards were attracted by Allen's views, which were different from what they knew as the elites of the wizarding world.
"Talent only blooms in a very small number of souls." Allen once again drew an elegant circle in front of the wizards below the stage. A huge Guardian Charm, a phoenix, flew around the stage. He then slowly retracted his wand and pointed to the audience again. "It's only given to those who have higher aspirations."
Allen put his hands behind his back again. "Oh, what a beautiful world we can build for all wizards. For all wizards, for those of us who live for freedom and truth, the time has come. "
"Today, we have risen. We have reclaimed our rightful place." Allen spread out his hands and raised the wand in his hand. The tip of the wand pointed to the sky.
As soon as Alan finished speaking, a thunderclap sounded in the sky. The wizards in the audience cheered excitedly. The old wizards who had served Grindelwald before were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes when they heard Alan's speech. They stood up and raised their wands towards the sky with Alan as if a new life force had burst out from them.
Penello looked at the old men who were crying. Although she felt her blood boiling, she couldn't understand why these people reacted more strongly than she did. Could it be that these old men liked Allen more than she did?
"Why are you guys reacting so strongly?" Penello couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked quietly.
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