"Looks like he returned without any success." Sirius raised his eyebrows. "This guy used to disagree with Dumbledore."
"Yes, if he really found out something, it would be easy to explain his unauthorized actions. However, the staff and patients of St. Mungo Magic Hospital were agitated and blocked them in the waiting room. They didn't dare to make a move on these ordinary people. In the stalemate, the armed Aura led by Albert Harris arrived and quickly disarmed all the patrolling Aura." Arthur tapped his finger on the table and emphasized, "That old lion, Scrimgeour, isn't a bad person. The only thing he really wants to do is to attack those Dark Wizards. Recently, he's been too close to those pure-blood families. He's too impatient and easy to be used by those people."
"They're all Aura, but the patrolling Aura is so weak? Albert Harris brought a lot of people over, right? " As the eldest child of the Weasley family, Bill, who was allowed to participate in the discussion, was puzzled. He had always been a spell dispeller in Gringotte and had a wide range of interests, so he didn't care much about the Ministry of Magic and politics.
"No, he didn't bring a lot of people, but they were all elites who had undergone combat training and had good teamwork. Scrimgeour, on the other hand, didn't give up. Instead, he personally brought more patrolling Aura to the scene. " Arthur sighed. The Aura, which was originally one body, was divided because of the struggle for power among the leaders, and pointed their magic wands at their own people.
"Scrimgeour tried to use his position as the office director to suppress Albert so that the patrolling Aura could forcefully inspect, but he wasn't the highest official." Percy sneered and continued, "Minister Owen Harris personally gave the order to use his position to suppress Scrimgeour." Percy proudly revealed the inside story he knew. He was invited to the Family Harris Christmas dinner and saw the power of the Family Harris. Now, he was proud of being part of the Harris faction.
"The Bobin Family tried to contact me, hoping that I can support Scrimgeour... This potion seller really thinks he's some big shot." Sirius tossed an apple into the air. Mr. Dexterous reached out his long arm and grabbed the apple. A few seconds later, he returned the peeled apple to Sirius. "But it's true that the conflict between Harris and the old pureblood family is getting more and more intense. Are they really that greedy?"
"This is unavoidable. If they want to bring their people to prominence, they will inevitably affect the interests of the pure-blood families." After saying that, Arthur, who felt that he had hitched a ride on Harris' train and made the Weasley family turn for the better, rubbed his nose. "It's just that at this juncture when the Unknowns are making a comeback, it's really not good to have such internal disagreements. Dumbledore's conflict with Allen's teaching philosophy is getting more and more intense. His contact with the school board is also increasing day by day. He even let Dumbledore use his reputation to expand his influence... If Dumbledore also has a direct conflict with Family Harris... "Arthur swallowed the rest of his words. If Dumbledore and Harris had a conflict, what should he do? This wasn't a black and white struggle like the Unknowns.
Although Arthur didn't say it, the few adult wizards understood what he meant. They had more or less received favors from Harris and Dumbledore and had the same concerns.
"Professor Dumbledore and Harris are both doing it for the peace of the magic world. In terms of eliminating the Unknowns and the Death Eaters, their goals are the same." Lupin crossed his fingers, trying to comfort Arthur and at the same time relieve his own psychological pressure. "As for the conflict of educational philosophy, I think we should persuade them. These should be solved after eliminating the Unknowns."
To Lupin, Dumbledore had done him a great favor. He helped him hide his identity and allowed him to study at Hogwarts. However, Harris' family continued to develop safer and more reliable wolfsbane potions for the future of the werewolves. If it was successful, not only himself, all the werewolf little wizards could study at Hogwarts. What's more, Allen Harris had also brought him and the Tonks together.
"But the issue of the Unknowns itself is one of the conflicts of their educational philosophy. Daisy told me that Allen thinks that we should try to teach the little wizards how to protect themselves in possible danger, while Dumbledore thinks that these things should be solved by a few people so that the majority of people don't have to take risks to learn dangerous knowledge." The Tonks' tone wasn't as cheerful as usual. In order to take care of Lupin's feelings, she didn't say that she was more inclined towards Allen's side.
Lupin frowned. He really couldn't imagine what choice he would make if Dumbledore and Harris really had a conflict.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's get ready for lunch." Molly, who had been silent, stood up and called out loudly to everyone. She could always make the atmosphere lively.
The luncheon was very lively. Ginny and Molly decorated the entire common space of the Burrow as intricately as Mr Lovegood's pendant. It was as if there had been an explosion of paper flowers.
Those unhappiness couldn't hinder everyone's good appetite. Mrs Weasley had done her best to prepare a sumptuous and delicious Christmas meal. However, the little Gryffindor, who had just been asked by Sirius to eat the mandrake leaves, didn't feel so good.
The little wizards were at the age when their appetites were strong. They had to avoid swallowing the leaves and food, so their meals were more elegant than before.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Sirius. Can you give me another leaf?" Ron accidentally chewed and swallowed the leaf that had been pushed to the side and looked apologetically at their Animagus mentor.
Sirius, who had been prepared for this, took out another leaf from his pocket. The red-haired boy regretted it as soon as he put it into his mouth. He could have waited until after the meal to tell Sirius.
Looking at Ron's bitter face, George and Fred, who had become interested in Animagus and had agreed with Sirius before the meal to ask him to teach them how to transform Animagus, looked at each other and tacitly gave up on the idea. Eating mandrake leaves for a long time would affect both eating and talking. It was too difficult for the twins, who were busy every day with a booming business.
After the meal, Fred and George teased the little angel on the top of the Christmas tree. It was actually a little garden goblin. When Fred was plucking carrots, the little goblin bit his ankle, so it was put under a stun spell, painted gold, stuffed into the back of a little ballet dress, and stuck a pair of small wings on it. It glared at them from the top of the tree.
"This is definitely the ugliest angel I've ever seen," Harry commented vaguely with the mandrake in his mouth.
Jenny nodded in agreement. This little angel had a big bald head like a potato, and there was hair on its feet. It was really ugly.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Mrs. Weasley stopped knitting and yelled, "Fred, go open the door."
"Call Ron." The twins pushed Ron, and Ron walked to the door with a grumble. When he opened the door, he was instantly stunned and almost swallowed the leaf in his mouth. He said vaguely, "Ai … Allen."
Ron couldn't help but look at the phoenix on Allen's shoulder that he had just seen on TV. It reflected the white snow outside the door, and the afternoon sun shone on its body. Its golden and bright red feathers were dazzling, and its long golden tail hung down from the side of Allen's arm. However, its long beak and claws made it look even more majestic in its beauty.
"Merry Christmas!" Allen politely greeted Ron, bringing him back to his senses. He then handed a rectangular wrapped gift to Ron from his pocket.
Ron hesitated for a moment, then finally took the gift and thanked him in a stiff tone.
Hearing Ron's greeting and Allen's voice, Arthur instantly sat up straight. When he saw Allen walk in through the door, everyone in the room stood up to welcome him.
Sirius was especially excited. He had been anxious to find Allen for half a semester. "Allen, about Kreacher, I think …" Before he could finish, Allen waved his hand and refused. "Sirius, about the contract between us, let's talk about it later."
"Allen, I think this matter …" Sirius was impatient and grabbed Allen's cloak.
Allen turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. The Phoenix on his shoulder widened its round eyes and stared sharply at Sirius, as if it would attack at any time. Sirius's hand paused, and Allen broke away from his grip.
Allen ignored Sirius. Instead, he gently stroked the Phoenix. "Ahn-Kha, go outside first. I'll call you when I'm leaving."
The Phoenix, who had begun to get used to being massaged by Allen in human form, pecked Allen's fingers affectionately. After glaring at Sirius again, it turned into a ball of flame and teleported away.
Sirius, who had sobered up and was even more annoyed, reached out his hand to continue pulling, but was stopped by Lupin. Lupin whispered in his ear, "Don't be impulsive. You don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the children, do you?"
Lupin's words reminded Sirius. He was aware of the difference in strength between himself and Allen. Thinking of the few times he had suffered at the hands of this kid, Sirius reluctantly held back what he wanted to say.
"Mrs. Weasley, thank you for the sweater. This one is very nice this year." Allen took the initiative to greet Mrs. Weasley as she walked over. He pulled the collar of his robe to reveal the Christmas gift Mrs. Weasley had given him. He hurriedly waved his hand. "Oh, please don't trouble yourself … I just ate a lot of colorful ball fish at Mr. Lovegood's house …"
"Alright then. My dear, I'm so happy to see you." Even though she had some opinions about Allen regarding the Tonks, Mrs. Weasley instantly forgot about those small grievances after seeing him in person. She gave him a warm hug — this gave Allen the illusion that she was Helga, if not for the fact that Mrs. Molly didn't have that strong smell on her.
Sighing and shaking his head to clear his head, Allen took out a delicately wrapped gift box from his pocket and discreetly separated himself from Mrs. Weasley's embrace. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley."
"Thank you, Allen." Mrs. Weasley received the gift and happily opened the gift box.
Mrs. Weasley picked up the stack of tickets in the box and identified them. Suddenly, she stopped in her actions, as if she was holding her breath. "Tickets to Sedina Warbeck's concert."
On the cover of the ridiculously large stack of tickets, there was a dark-skinned female singer in the midst of singing. A group of ghoulish but carefully dressed female ghost singers were singing behind her.
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