In the Ministry of Magic, Owen Harris was standing at one end of a long, resplendent hall, talking to Foggy in a low voice. The polished wooden floor was filled with all kinds of surveillance equipment. Some wizards in Family Harris overalls waved their wands and commanded the equipment to fly into the air. The clanging sounds were endless. Behind the statue, above the fireplace, on the peacock blue ceiling, and under the huge chandelier, all kinds of surveillance equipment made by Family Harris were installed at various angles.
"Owen, are you sure these little things can guarantee that we won't have any more incidents like Stogie Bodemore's trespassing and Arthur Weasley's attack?" Foggy looked at the little camera equipment installed in hidden places one by one suspiciously.
"Of course not, Minister, but they can guarantee that they will be discovered immediately after they happen." Owen waved his hand in the air. "Arthur was lucky this time. If they were discovered a little later, we would be able to prepare for his funeral now."
Allen, who came out of St. Mungo Hospital, went straight back to Harris Tower. Hermione jumped up from the sofa and handed a cup of hot tea to Allen. She asked with concern, "How is Mr. Arthur? During breakfast today, Umrich found that Harry, Ron, and the rest were missing. She asked Professor Mag for a long time before she found out that you took them away. "
Allen took a sip of the hot tea and sank into the sofa. "Mr. Arthur Weasley is out of danger, but he still needs to stay in the hospital for a while before he can be discharged."
Hermione's expression relaxed, and she directed the breakfast that was reserved for Allen to fly in front of Allen. She looked at Allen as she talked about the situation between Hibiscus Chinensis and Albert yesterday. "Hibiscus Chinensis wore it as a necklace around her neck. It looked very beautiful." Although Hermione had been operating a brain seal, and Alan could not read her thoughts, her longing for the Blood Oath had been written on her face for a long time.
Allen had no choice but to lower his head and swallow the fried egg. He was not confident that he could make a blood oath with Hermione, Penello, and Luna without causing any conflict, at least not yet.
Hermione obviously did not see through Allen's thoughts. She continued, "The recent report shows that many of our research and development projects have started to make profits. Other than the television station, the research and development of potions is progressing very quickly. Now, the sales are very impressive. In fact, we are about to form a monopoly in the production of potions. However, in comparison, the progress of the combat golems was the slowest. The few samples that had been developed so far were far inferior to the giant's combat strength. Allen, can I suggest that we slow down the research on the Battle Golems? If we focus on the research and development of housework golems, we will profit more. After all, only a few ancient pure-blood families have house-elves. "
Allen was very impressed with Hermione's business acumen. This girl had her own ideas about business management. Allen looked up and smiled. "This housework golem should be very popular. It can provide an alternative for many wizard families who don't have house-elves. In addition, if the use of housework golems becomes a trend, pure-blood families who have house-elves should not be stingy in purchasing some. This is equivalent to reducing the house-elves' workload in disguise. Also, the American Ministry of Magic has used similar golems to do cleaning work, but the function was still very simple and could only sweep the dust. We can use the existing research results and use them as a basis to upgrade, striving to make the housework golems more functional, more convenient for wizards to use, and more convenient for everyone's lives. "
Allen's words were exactly what Hermione was thinking. She said with emotion, "Although I don't expect to be able to liberate them, house-elves should have a certain amount of their own life, and not their whole life revolving around others. They should have more freedom to choose."
Next, Allen and Hermione talked for a while about the things that happened around each other. When Hermione learned about Malfoy's Animagus, she laughed until she was out of breath. "Why did he want to hit Liu Midao when he first transformed?"
That night, in the principal's office in Hogwarts, Harry looked nervous. He did not understand why Dumbledore had taken him back to school in such a hurry that he did not even have time to say goodbye to Sirius.
"Dumbledore, why did you call me here?" He finally could not help but ask in fear. He expected Dumbledore to give him an answer.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore, who had called him to the principal's office, looked at him with a very serious expression, but did not give him the answer he wanted.
"Principal, you were looking for me?" Professor Snape pushed the door open and walked in, breaking the silence in the room, but the atmosphere was even more tense.
Harry turned his head and glanced at Snape, then lowered his head. Snape also glanced at Harry, the silence between them full of disgust for each other.
"Severus, Lord Voldemort is now likely to have realized that Harry can perceive his thoughts and feelings. He can even infer that this situation can be reversed. In other words, he should have thought that he may be able to perceive Harry's thoughts and feelings — "Dumbledore looked at Snape with a serious expression." I need your help, Severus. You have to teach Harry the Brain Seal spell as soon as possible, or we will be in danger. "
Snape nodded and pulled Harry out of the principal's office. They quickly walked up the spiral staircase in Hogwarts to the Potions classroom in the basement.
"Sit down, Potter." Snape stared at Harry with cold eyes without blinking, every line on his face engraved with disgust.
"Potter, you know what you are doing here," he said. He said, "I know that Sirius has been teaching you the Brain Occlusion Spell, but obviously, he is a very bad teacher and not a master of the Brain Occlusion Spell. After so long, you have not learned anything. Now that I have taken over, I only hope that you can be a little smarter than you were in your potions class..."
At night, Allen, who had returned to Demstrand, lay in bed. He thought that Family Harris' recent development was indeed rapid, but it was not enough. If it had been a peaceful environment, this speed of development would have been delightful, but the war was coming, and there was less and less time left. They had to plan and seize the opportunity to develop their armed forces. In addition, Demstrand's library was almost finished copying, and it was time for him to increase his time in the training room.
"I want to defeat Lord Voldemort." Thinking of this, Allen turned over and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, the quilt on his body tightened. He turned his head and found that Luna, who had been sleeping soundly, had woken up and was pressing down on Allen's quilt.
"Luna, I'm sorry to wake you up. Did I press on your hair again?" Allen gently tucked Luna in.
"It was just a dream."
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