At the entrance of Harris Manor, Penello walked into the house. She was a little surprised to see three figures lying on the sofa in the living room. They were Allen, Luna, and Owen.
Hearing the sound, Allen and Owen looked up at Penello. Their faces were twisted with pain, and Penello froze for a moment. This situation made the usually capable witch a little confused. "Good … Good day, what's wrong with you?"
Allen leaned his arm on the sofa and raised his body. "It's nothing, Penello. Dad made mom angry …"
"Bastard!" Owen immediately glared at his son angrily. Allen grimaced and dodged the sofa pillow that Owen threw at him. He then put it under his body.
Owen greeted Penello awkwardly. It seemed that he was too lazy to explain that he was wronged by his youngest son. Their current situation was embarrassing enough, and he did not want to describe the details to her. Luna was sleeping soundly next to Allen, and did not notice Penello's arrival.
"Allen, I'll tell you quickly. I won't disturb your rest." Penello glanced at Luna, who was lying next to Allen, and pursed her lips. "My parents are free next Monday."
"Okay, I'll visit them with you then." Allen raised himself up a little and smiled at the witch. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he lay down. He said awkwardly, "Mom doesn't allow us to use the Healing Charm before dinner …"
Owen, who was lying on the sofa with his clothes wrinkled and messy? Harris glared at his youngest son again and complained that he should not have told him the punishment. He then pretended to be serious and said to Aura, "Are you going to meet Penello's parents? I'll go with Morgan Floyd on Monday."
"No trouble, no trouble, I'll go with Allen." Penello quickly waved her hand. Based on her parents' personalities, Allen would never be warmly received. Why should she let the minister and the others be treated coldly? She did not want to give Allen's mother, Morgan Floyd, a bad impression of her because of her relationship with her parents …
In the next few days before Monday, the Aura of the Ministry of Magic found that Penello, who had always been cold and unapproachable, had become more moody. She was happy that Allen was going to formally visit her parents, but she was also worried that her parents would give Allen a hard time. Dominated by these emotions, Aura was restless and anxious at work.
At this moment, in the Prime Minister's official residence at 10 Downing Street in Westminster, London, the Muggle Prime Minister's mood was the complete opposite of Penello's. After the meeting with the minister of magic, Harris, he found that his affairs were unbelievably smooth in comparison.
Recently, various inexplicable and vicious incidents had broken out frequently in the neighboring countries, but everything was peaceful in the areas under his jurisdiction. Apart from the inexplicable cold, even his political opponents who liked to smear his image in public had nothing to say. Thinking of the white-haired young savior he saw, the Prime Minister deeply felt that his country was very lucky. It was because of his existence that the guy called Lord Voldemort was under control, so they did not dare to act recklessly in his country. This also prevented him from bearing the inexplicable pressure of the leaders of other countries …
The Prime Minister, who was standing by the window and looking out, was rather pleased with himself. At this moment, he heard a light cough behind him. Hearing this voice again, the Prime Minister was no longer as frightened as before, but he could not help but feel uneasy about what kind of news this portrait would bring him.
"Hey …" Prime Minister Muggle suppressed all his thoughts and tried to appear calmer.
The figure in a dirty little oil painting in the corner of the room immediately answered. The voice was crisp and decisive, very inconsistent with the image of a small man wearing a long silver wig and looking like a bullfrog.
"To Prime Minister Muggle for lunch on Monday at the Prime Minister's residence. Please reply immediately. Loyal, Allen? Harris. "The man in the oil painting looked at the Prime Minister questioningly.
"Allen? Harris, the savior. " Matching the name with the impression in his mind, the Prime Minister immediately weighed the pros and cons and responded, "I'm very willing to have lunch with Allen, Mr. Harris. It's just that this time is not suitable. I have an appointment with an ambassador on Monday at noon. Without a reasonable reason to refuse, I hope you can help me reschedule. "
"The ambassador will forget about this. He will call you the next day to apologize," the man in the oil painting said. "There will be four people coming from our side. Prime Minister Muggle, please be prepared in advance."
After receiving a definite reply, Allen changed out of the magic robe he had been wearing since returning from ancient times on Monday. For this lunch, he deliberately put on a dark blue suit. Meticulously dressed, he left his room and stepped into the old car that had been maintained by the house elves with Penello, who had come to wait for him in advance. After speeding on the road for a while, the car rose into the air.
After entering London, Allen drove the car into an alley and then turned on the Muggle mode of the old car to merge into the traffic.
"Father, Allen and I? Harris will be here soon. Please come to the front door with Mother. We will be waiting there. " Sitting in the passenger seat, Penello, who was dressed in a black evening dress, took out her mobile phone from the handbag she carried with her and made a call. After hanging up, she saw Allen staring at her. Penello misunderstood that the other party was curious about the Muggle item, so she explained, "This is similar to Aura's collar badge. You can use it to communicate with each other. However, many places with strong magic in the magic world will cause electronic products to be damaged, so I usually only use this thing at home."
When he heard the conversation between Aura and her father on the phone, Allen remembered that Penello had always been unwilling for him to meet her parents. It seemed that her relationship with her parents was not very good. When she spoke to his parents, she appeared to be very respectful. There was even a sense of oppression and unfamiliarity in her tone. However, Allen did not point it out, but went along with the other party's words. "It's very convenient, Arthur Weasel. Weasel's job is to transform these Muggle items. Witchcraft radio stations and witchcraft televisions are not electronic products in nature, but magical items that use magic as the energy source. These things can improve the quality of life of us witches, and can also earn us huge profits. "
Penello nodded and sighed, "Most of the pure-blooded witches look down on Muggle, let alone have any interest or understanding of their products. In the past few years, the reason why the pure-blooded old antiques in the wizarding world were able to accept so many 'novel' things is all thanks to us, Harris. Most of the witches who came from Muggle origin have no right to speak in the wizarding world …"
Allen held the steering wheel, and his expression became somewhat serious, "It will change."
Then, the closer they got to their destination, the more nervous Penello became. She, who had always been capable, could not help but remind Allen again at this moment, "Allen, my parents are lawyers, and they are passionate about pursuing power. In the magical world, no matter how strong your influence is, it is insignificant in their eyes … I mean … if they are unfriendly and dare to taunt you, then we don't have to worry and just leave."
Allen held the steering wheel with one hand and patted her thigh under her evening dress with the other. "Don't worry, bear with it for a while. When we reach our destination, I believe they will change their view of witches."
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