Seeing this, no one dared to raise any objections to Family Harris anymore. Those troublemakers who had purposely kicked up a fuss earlier also shut their mouths. They could see that their objections were futile. In the eyes of these pure-blooded family wizards, Family Harris had already made up his mind to publicize his family's profound magical knowledge to the public. This was practically a declaration of war against them. In other words, they were telling themselves that they had already made up their minds to stand against them, and that they intended to kill them all.
Small skirmishes were no longer effective. These pure-blooded family wizards tacitly communicated with their eyes and left the venue one after another.
The conference continued with a few more introductory remarks before it officially ended. Allen bid farewell to his father and planned to grab some snacks in Diagon Alley to fill his stomach. However, he was stopped by a slightly shrill voice, "Mister Allen Harris, please wait a moment."
Allen stopped in his tracks and turned around. He saw a well-dressed, quick-looking wizard dressed like a butler. He quickly walked up to him and saluted, "Greetings, Mister Allen Harris. I am the butler of the Bork family, Alfred Crawford. I am here on the orders of the head of the family, Herbert Bork …"
Allen nodded in response. He then invited the butler wizard, "Mister Crawford, let us sit down at the cake stall over there and talk."
Alfred Crawford obediently followed behind Allen, and Allen quietly led the way in front. He knew this Herbert Bork, and he had seen his name on the family tree on the wall of Blake's ancestral house. He married the daughter of the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, Phineas Nigellus Blake, Belvina. His mother-in-law, Ursula Flint, was also related to Marcus Flint, who was cheering happily off the stage just now. This Herbert Bork should be more than a hundred years old now.
His family's Bork Bork was the largest shop in Tumble Alley. The owner of this shop, Mr. Bork, often dealt with unusual ancient wizard relics. Due to the sinister intentions of his cunning customers and the greedy nature of the owner, this shop had dealt with a lot of gray business, and even sold those black magic or other dangerous items. To be able to open such a shop in Tumble Alley in the name of illegal transactions and not be investigated by Aura, it was enough to show the family's background. The purpose of the Bork family's shop was very likely to be the same as one of the purposes of the Ravenclaw Shrine, which was to collect the magical mysteries passed down from pure-blooded families.
Many years ago, Tom Liddell worked as a shop assistant under the then owner of the shop, Carla Takus Bork. Through this, he had the opportunity to get close to many special items and learned some things that he didn't learn in Hogwarts. Furthermore, by using his identity as a shop assistant, Tom Liddell even obtained the locket of Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff's golden cup from the shop's regular customer, Hepzibah Smith, who claimed to be the descendant of Helga Hufflepuff. Carla Takus Bork took advantage of the ignorance and poverty of the mysterious man's mother, Merope, and sold it at a high price.
After the two of them took their seats and ordered their food, Alfred Crawford couldn't wait to speak.
"Mr. Harris, there are no reporters or outsiders around us now. What my master wants to know is, is there really no room for reconciliation regarding the things that Family Harris said at the press conference? Perhaps we can further communicate and communicate. Of course, my master has no intention of standing against Family Harris … Mr. Harris' mother, Morgan-le-Feil, is a member of the Rosier Family. Strictly speaking, we are all distant relatives. My master really doesn't want things to develop to this stage. Before this, we were only fighting on a small scale … If Mr. Allen Harris can be more considerate of your British relatives … "Alfred Crawford looked as if he was confiding in him." My master, Mr. Herbert Bork, expressed his willingness to unite with other pure-blood families to support the amendment of the Ministry of Magic's term of office … "
"Family Harris has already made a decision on this matter. If the Bork Family really wants to be on good terms with Family Harris, there is no harm in using another method. If the Bork Family is also willing to donate their knowledge, we can become friends. I believe that no matter if it's us, Harris, the Ravenclaw Temple, or even the Ministry of Magic, we will all be willing to reciprocate such an enlightened family." Allen completely understood the meaning behind Alfred's words. The alliance of the pure-blood families was indeed a huge force. However, Allen would not be threatened by this power. Judging from the current size and development of Harris, if he were to remain stagnant, he would at most become one of the more powerful members in their circle. If not for the education reform, the breaking of the secret law, and Luna's ascension to godhood, it would not be unacceptable. However, with so many things to do now, Harris could only snatch the cake from the hands of these local rulers and let their own people control it so that the British Wizarding World would truly submit to them.
When Alfred saw that Allen was so resolute in rejecting his offer of letting Harris control the Ministry of Magic for a long time, he paused for a moment. He was smart enough to realize that he would not be able to change the decision of the person in front of him. Therefore, he no longer wasted his breath and bowed to Allen again. "I express my regret on behalf of my master, Mr. Allen Harris …"
After finishing his sentence, Alfred turned around to pay the bill at the counter and bowed slightly to Allen again. Then, without saying a word, he left in the direction he came from.
Allen looked at the straight back of this well-mannered butler and gently shook his head. Since he no longer had the interest to eat here, he directly picked up a piece of cake and fed it to Anka, the phoenix who was standing on his shoulder. Anka swallowed the cake in a few bites and intimately pecked Allen's ear to express her satisfaction. After that, she began to comb her feathers.
Then, he stood up and ordered a few more brownies to be packed together. He planned to bring them back for the ladies to try. However, just as he was about to leave with the takeaway box, two patrolling Aura trotted by. They seemed to be in a hurry.
Allen asked the Aura curiously, "Gentlemen, what happened?"
"Mr. Allen Harris, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar, Tom, reported that there was a female Muggle outside the Broken Cauldron Bar calling for Aura for help. We have to go and see what's going on." The patrolling Aura replied respectfully. Although they were under the command of Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Aura office, and the patrolling Aura had some conflicts with the armed Aura under Harris' command. However, being questioned directly by someone like Allen still made him feel flattered.
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