Hogwarts Everything is Three

At the Ministry of Magic, Owen Harris was standing at the end of a long magnificent hall and talking with Fudge in a low voice, polished and discerning. The wooden floor was piled with various surveillance equipment, some in Harris family uniforms. The wizards of swiftly commanded these equipment to fly into the air with their magic wands. The sound of clanging and knocking was endless. Behind the statue, above the fireplace, on the peacock-blue ceiling, under the huge chandelier, various angles were installed from Harris. Family monitoring equipment.

"Owen, are you sure that these little things can guarantee us that there will be no more incidents such as the illegal intrusion of Stokes Podmore and the attack of Arthur Weasley?" Fudge looked suspiciously at these little camera equipment. Install in a hidden location one by one.

"Of course there is no guarantee, Your Excellency, but it can guarantee that they will be discovered as soon as they happen," Owen waved his hand in the air. "This time Arthur is lucky. If we find out later, now we can. Prepare for his funeral."

Allen, who came out of St. Mungo’s Hospital, went straight back to the Harris Tower. Hermione jumped up from the sofa, handed Allen a cup of hot tea, and asked with concern: "Mr. Arthur How's the situation going? At breakfast today, Umbridge discovered that Harry and Ron were all gone. After asking Professor McGonagall for a long time, I realized that you took them away."

Allen took a sip of hot tea and sank into the sofa: "Mr. Arthur Weasley is out of danger, but he needs to stay in the hospital for a while before he can be discharged."

Hermione's expression relaxed, and she directed the breakfast reserved for Allen to fly in front of Allen. She watched Ellen and talked about the situation of Fleur and Albert yesterday, “Fleur wore it as a necklace and hung it around her neck. It looks very beautiful.” Although Hermione has been performing Occlumency, Ellen Can't read her thoughts, but her longing for the blood oath was written on her face naked.

Allen had to bow his head and swallowed an omelette. He didn't have the confidence to take the blood oath with Hermione, Penello, and Luna, but it did not cause any conflicts or conflicts, at least not yet.

Hermione obviously did not see Alan’s thoughts. She continued: “Recent reports show that many of our research and development projects have already begun to make profits. With the exception of TV stations, research and development such as potions are progressing very quickly. Very impressive. In fact, we are about to form a monopoly in potion production. However, in comparison, the progress of combat golems is the slowest, and the few samples currently developed are far less powerful than the giants. Allen, I suggest Can we slow down the research on combat golems first? If we focus on the research and development of housework golems, we will make more profits. After all, only those few ancient pure-blood families have house elves."

Allen praised Hermione's business acumen very much in his heart. This girl has her own ideas about management. Allen raised his head and smiled and said: "The development of this housekeeping golem should be very marketable. This can provide another option for many wizard families who don’t have house elves. In addition, if the use of housework golems becomes a trend, having a house The pure-blood family of elves should not be stingy to purchase some, which is tantamount to reducing the workload of house elves in disguise. Moreover, the Magic Congress of the United States has used similar golems for cleaning work, but the function It's still very simple and can only sweep dust. We can use existing research results to upgrade on the basis of learning from them, and strive to make housework golems more functions, more convenient for wizards to use, and better for everyone's lives. convenient."

Allen’s words were right in Hermione’s heart. She said with emotion: “Although I don’t want to liberate them anymore, house elves should have a certain amount of their own lives, not their entire lives around others. They should There is more room for freedom of choice."

Next, Alan and Hermione talked for a while about what happened next to each other. When Hermione knew about Draco Malfoy's Animagus, she couldn't catch her breath. Why did he want to hit Liu Mi when he transformed for the first time?"

That night, in the Hogwarts Headmaster's room, Harry looked nervous. He didn't understand why Dumbledore had to take him back to school early, and he was so hurried that he didn't even give him time to say goodbye to Sirius.

"Dumbledore, why did you call me here?" He finally couldn't help but asked in panic, expecting Dumbledore to give him an answer.

Harry noticed that Dumbledore, who had called him to the principal's office, looked at him with a solemn expression, but did not give him the answer he wanted.

"Principal, are you looking for me?" Professor Snape opened the door and walked in, breaking the silence in the room, but the atmosphere became more tense.

Harry turned his head to look at Snape, lowered his head, and Snape also glanced at Harry, the silence of the two of them was full of disgust for each other.

"Severus, Voldemort probably now has sensed that Harry can perceive his thoughts and feelings~www.ltnovel.com~ He can even infer that this situation can be reversed, that is, he should I thought he might be able to perceive Harry’s thoughts and feelings—" Dumbledore looked at Snape grimly, "I need your help, Severus, we must teach Harry Occlumency as soon as possible, otherwise we It's dangerous."

Snape nodded, dragged Harry out of the principal's room, and walked quickly to the underground potions classroom on the spiral staircase at Hogwarts.

"Sit down, Potter." Snape stared at Harry with unblinking cold eyes, disgust engraved in every line on his face.

"Potter, you know what you are here for." He said, "I know Sirius has been teaching you Occlumency, but obviously, he is a very bad teacher and not a master of Occlumency. For so long, you I didn't learn it at all, now I will take over. I just hope you can be a little smarter than you in the potions class..."

At night, Allen, who had already returned to Durmstrang, lay on the bed. He thought that the Harris family’s recent development was indeed very rapid, but this was not enough. If it has been a peaceful environment, this development speed is enough for joy, but war It is about to come, leaving them with less and less time. We must plan to grasp the opportunity and hurry to develop the armed forces. In addition, Durmstrang’s book collection is about to be copied, and it is time to increase the training room. Time is up.

"I want to defeat Voldemort." Thinking of this, Alan rolled over and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly the quilt on his body tightened, and he turned his head to find that Luna, who was already sleeping, woke up and pressed Alan’s quilt. .

"Luna, I'm sorry for waking you up, did you press your hair again?" Allen tucked the quilt gently for Luna.

"Just had a dream."