Hogwarts Everything is Three

The trial was over, and the wizards left one after another. Dumbledore and Mr. Owen Harris did not leave until they answered the reporters' questions.

With the sound of Ding Ding Dangdang and clicks, an elevator descended in front of them. The golden fence door slid slightly open, and Dumbledore and Mr. Harris walked into the elevator together.

The elevator door was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out. At the same time, several paper airplanes swish into the elevator. Dumbledore looked up and watched them flying slowly around the top of his head.

"This tranquility in the magic world will soon be broken, Voldemort and his Death Eaters, Harris of the Ministry of Magic... The Order of the Phoenix must unite..." Dumbledore thought that Voldemort might face it when he returns. The situation is very worried.

"Principal Dumbledore, would you please tell Aristo Moody, when he gets better, please come to the Ministry of Magic. We need him to come to the Ministry to make some records." Albert stood by Dumbledore's side. From behind, he leaned forward and said.

"Didn't you save Aristo?" Dumbledore turned his head in surprise, and he and Albert looked at each other.

"Is he not rescued by you? Out of your respect to President Dumbledore, we Aurors will not enter Hogwarts Castle unless necessary. We should have told Professor McGonagall." Burt explained.

Dumbledore's hand reached into the sleeve of the magic robe, and a phoenix tail feather protruded from the cuff for a short while, then retracted again.

When the elevator stopped in the lobby on the first floor, Dumbledore had just walked out of the elevator and Fox appeared in front of him. His thin and old hand stroked Fox's back, and his figure disappeared from the Ministry of Magic.

"In the evening, our Harris family will hold a celebration banquet. At the banquet, I will introduce you to all the core members of the Harris family as the heir. You need to give a speech." Mr. Owen Harris returned to the Harris family. In the tower, he directly found Alan and assigned him a task.

Allen did not rush to agree, but asked, "What about Albert and Lun?"

"I have talked to both of them. Albert's character is not suitable for leading the Harris family, and Len also said that your strength is far more suitable than him as the future helm of the Harris family. They will support you. "Mr. Owen Harris has his own plan, and it has been arranged properly.

"But, don't have enough time to write a speech?" Allen was not afraid to give a speech, but time was too short.

"I'm ready." Owen smiled and took out a piece of parchment that he had prepared and handed it to Allen.

Upon seeing this, Allen no longer hesitated and unfolded the parchment, and found that his father had made notes on every sentence, tone, and even physical movements.

That night, the Harris family’s manor, the same manor where Aunt Josephine was before, arranged five long tables in the garden. The light yellow tablecloth almost hung down on the grass, and the evening breeze gently blew on. The faces of the participants in the banquet, accompanied by the fragrance of various flowers in the garden, made the participants refreshed and happy.

Morgan Le Fay and Josephine have been busy all day for this celebration banquet, with the cooperation of the housekeeper Maggie. Plates of delicacies are automatically rotated along the long table on each table. Once a plate of food is eaten, the plate will automatically be filled with new food.

The outstanding wizards who belonged to Grindelwald's subordinates and their descendants, and now belong to the Harris family, have outstanding performance in the training class and the elites who have joined the Harris family are seated to enjoy this relaxed and happy feast.

After the banquet, the colorful lights on the court suddenly went out, and a stage was raised at the very front of the long table. After the banquet, the colorful lights on the court suddenly went out, and a stage was raised at the very front of the long table, Irving Harris He was dressed in a straight suit and walked onto the stage with his head held high.

"First of all, I want to thank you all for coming, thank you for your contributions to the Harris family, and congratulations on the rewards you have received." Owen raised the wine glass in his hand, and everyone on the court stood up and took up the wine glass.

After drinking a cup of wine, Owen continued: “In this operation, in addition to accepting almost all valuable positions from the Crouch faction, after negotiating with the Minister of Magic Fudge, we gained A victory!"

Owen paused and looked around the wizards off the field, satisfied that their attention was all focused on him, so he continued: "I, I, Owen Harris has been promoted to the Deputy Minister of Magic, my second My son, Len Harris, took over my original position as Director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department."

Owen frowned. Fudge firmly disagreed with Albert taking over the position of Scrimgeour. Instead, he would rather offer Daisy, who was not qualified enough, to take the position. This was really... Owen resisted the unhappiness in his heart.

"And my eldest daughter Daisy Harris, who has been appointed as the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department, is responsible for handling external affairs, coordinating and coordinating matters related to the Ministry of Magic around the world, and cooperating in various types of exchange activities." Owen stretched out his hand in Daisy's direction, and Daisy, who was usually a little less particular, also gracefully gave a wizarding ceremony.

"What needs our attention is that according to the agreement with Fudge, we will remain silent on the issue of whether the mysterious man will return, including the new elites of Hogwarts who have joined the Harris family. Please also pay attention to this. Point, next year, try to restrict the compatriots in the training class not to publicly express their views on this matter. In return, Fudge will strive to award a few more Sir Merlin Class III medals for your bravery during the attack."

Owen Harris looked at the excited little wizards, ignoring his family's performance in the Sea Snake incident that year, he couldn't help but think: It is still easy for children to be satisfied. The third-class medal is not high in gold. Back then, the liar Gildro Lockhart could get one. It was completely different from the next one for his son. He had to let Alan Penello teach the Aurors. Hellhound's Summoning Curse is eligible for the application only if he counts his major academic contributions, and also told Fudge that the magic world needs to create a new one that has nothing to do with Dumbledore and Dumbledore's savior Harry Potter. The idol was forced to persuade him to help apply for such reasons.

"Next, I would like to introduce to you the heir of our Harris family, my youngest son-Alan Harris. He should be familiar to everyone here, so I won't go into details about his excellence. , I hope that his future achievements will not let you down. In addition, the Minister of Magic is also fighting for the Merlin First Class Medal for him because of Allen's rescue of a train of Muggles and his significant academic contribution to the summoning spell!"

Mr. Harris said proudly, "Let's welcome Alan Harris to say something for us."

"Albert, aren't you the eldest son?" Furong, wearing a moon-white dress with bare shoulders, said with red lips.

"There would be no Harris today without Ellen." Albert hurriedly turned his head and glanced at Fleur, then relieved to find that she was casually playing with her shiny silver hair, apparently just a little curious and not really caring about herself. Whether to become an heir.

Amid thunderous applause, Allen, who took off his usual school uniform and dressed in H94 uniform, flew onto the stage. The soft light did not know where it came from, illuminating the high stage.

"My brothers, sisters, and friends: Your applause should not be given to me. It should be given to yourself." The magic wand in Alan's hand drew a semicircle and pointed to the wizards in the audience.

"So please applaud for yourself." Allen took the lead in a light applause, and the wizards cheered and applauded.

"Someone said." Allen lowered his head, played with the wand, kneaded one end of the wand, and then looked in the direction of the training class: "I hate wizards with no talents, those who are ordinary wizards, poor students, and people who use bad spells. That’s why they are not allowed to join the training class organized by me, and they are not allowed to join the Harris family."

Alan put his hands behind his back, put his feet up and said in a deep voice, "I don't hate them, no."

"I think," Allen paused for a moment: "Ordinary wizards are not cheap~www.ltnovel.com~ but they are different from us. They are not worthless, but have another value."

The court was extremely quiet, and the young wizards were attracted by Allen's different perceptions from the elites of the wizarding world.

"Talent, only blooms in a handful of souls," Allen once again drew an elegant circle to the wizards off the court, after a huge patron saint curse---the phoenix flew around the audience. He slowly retracted his wand and pointed it gently down the field again, "only given to those who have higher pursuits."

Alan put his hands behind him again: "Oh, what a wonderful world we can create for all wizards. For all wizards, the time has come for us who live for freedom and truth."

"Today, we have risen, and we have regained our rightful position." Allen spread out his hands, and then raised the hand holding the wand, with the tip of the wand pointed towards the sky.

As soon as the voice fell, thunder exploded in the sky, and the wizards off the court cheered with excitement, and those old wizards who had served Grindelwald, who were already candles in the wind, listened to this familiar speech. It was excitement that burst into tears, feeling uncomfortable, stood up as if a new vitality burst again, and lifted the magic wand to the sky with Allen.

Penello looked at these tearful old men. Although she herself felt enthusiastic, it was hard to understand how these people reacted more than her own. Do these old men like Ellen more than herself?

"How did you react so much?" Penello asked quietly, unable to restrain his curiosity.

"You should be thankful that there are no opponents here today." A follower of Grindelwald next to him wiped his tears and snot, grinned at her with a big mouth with many teeth missing.