All things are three at Hogwarts

"Alan fell behind the curtain of the death chamber?" Mrs. Morgan le Fay Harris's voice trembled.

Daisy listened at a loss, and the room fell into a dead silence. She felt that all the happiness and the pillars of their happy life were about to be shattered in an instant. It suddenly became dark and cloudy outside, and the world seemed to have completely changed suddenly.

For a while, the only sound heard in the room was a low and deep cry, mixed with intermittent Fleur's comforting sounds and soft sounds of relief. Daisy and Mrs. Morgan le Fay Harris burst into tears and could not utter a word.

It didn't take long for the strong Mrs. Morgan le Fay Harris to regain her composure. She carefully read the parchment brought by Fleur. The writing on it was very sloppy, but she could confirm that it was the handwriting of her husband Owen Harris. Judging from the intensity that almost penetrated the back of the paper, she knew that Owen must be as sad as herself at this time.

Mrs. Morgan le Fay Harris put her arms around Daisy and Fleur, and said in a tone they would never forget: "We'll start now, though it seems too late. Oh, Ellen, he's still there He has to bear such heavy pressure at such a young age. It is my fault that I should have insisted not to let him participate in tonight's action..."

"Merlin will bless good people! I don't want to shed tears here. It's a waste of time. Let's go there quickly, Daisy." Fleur said sincerely, while gently wiping away the tears on Daisy's face. She held Daisy's hand tightly. For the first time, Daisy did not shake it away, but held Fleur in her backhand.

Office of the Minister of Magic, "Are you sure that Mr. Alan Harris was dragged behind the curtain?" Dumbledore adjusted his crescent-shaped glasses and confirmed to Lun.

"Yes. The Aurors and company employees present had no time to react. Everything happened too fast, but they saw Alan being dragged in with their own eyes." Lun could no longer control his emotions and turned around with choked sobs. Turn around.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it..." Dumbledore sighed heavily, shook his head regretfully, and glanced pityingly at the expressionless Mr. Owen Harris sitting on the chair, "Let's leave our conversation another day. I think it’s time for you and your family.”

After saying that, Dumbledore stood up and apparated away.

Owen Harris sat in front of the minister's desk, his face pale and calm. Fudge, who was behind the desk, felt much better now. Although his power was not guaranteed, at least his family was safe. Lunn had turned his back, as if he was arranging documents, but his trembling hands could not separate several documents, and the documents were piled up randomly on the table.

"My condolences, Owen." Fudge's eyes showed sympathy. He felt from the bottom of his heart that Alan Harris, a young man with amazing talent, was a pity. However, without Allen, although the Harris family has risen, it may not be enough to guarantee that it will remain so strong...

"Owen, I think it's best for the Harris family to restrain themselves. It's not a good thing to be too high-profile when you lose...well...under the current situation." Fudge hesitated for a moment, but still spoke out his words of advice. He said, "Those pure-blood families will see that Alan Harris can fight against the mysterious man, and considering Alan's unlimited future possibilities, they have to be very tolerant of you. But now, if Harry The Si family's actions are still so big, and they will definitely encounter resistance when their interests are touched. And now only Dumbledore can guarantee everyone's safety. It is conceivable that a group of people will turn to Dumbledore or Directly surrender to the mysterious man... Owen, we cannot allow the British wizarding community to fall into internal strife."

Owen Harris leaned on the chair. He lowered his eyes and looked at the wand in his hand. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly. After returning to his expressionless face, he raised his head. He tried his best to hold back the grief and regret, and kept thinking in his heart. what to do. "You must be steady. You have not yet completed control of the Ministry of Magic, otherwise there will be no more... Without Allen, the actions that have been started cannot be stopped."

Fudge continued, his tone full of sincerity: "If you are willing, let me serve as deputy minister. I can help you negotiate with those pure-blood families. The magic world cannot be chaotic at this time. Everyone should help each other. I will Help you compromise with each other.”

Lunn tried his best to calm down. He showed his father the list of personnel changes in the Ministry of Magic that he had finally compiled: "Father, Albert has already gone to pick up Emily. They should be almost there."

"Sorry, Len, I have to keep you with me." Mr. Owen Harris looked at his second son's trembling hands apologetically, knowing that although the other son seemed cold, he was just not good at expressing love... and he himself He really wanted to be with his family at this moment, but for the sake of this family, he had to be strong enough to handle the remaining power overlap in the Ministry of Magic.

When Emily and Albert arrived at the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Morgan le Fay Harris's face was as pale as paper. She looked straight at the gently fluttering curtains, as if the fluttering curtains were like a Like a sharp sword, it pierced her chest.

"Is Allen there?" She seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to herself. The overly sad mother had no tears at this time. The wand slipped silently into her palm, and suddenly moved towards her excitedly. The curtain rushed over.

Hermione, who had been carefully observing Mrs. Morgan le Fay Harris, rushed over and hugged her, "Mrs. Harris, Luna has gone in to look for Allen. Luna, she turns out to be Ron." Inara Ravenclaw herself... she promised that Ellen would come back."

Hermione quickly repeated what Luna had said to the grief-stricken women. This made Morgan le Fay and Daisy, who seemed to have lost all their strength and collapsed on the ground, speechless in surprise.

Emily, who was wearing braids, walked gently in front of her mother. The palms and backs of her hands gently stroked her mother's cheek up and down: "It will be fine, Mom."

Morgan Le Fay hugged her little daughter and put her head on her shoulder: "Oh, I'm sorry, my little sweet bear..." She thought her daughter had not fully understood how to enter the curtain. significance.

Emily, who was leaning over her shoulders, was holding her mother with both hands. She raised her eyes to look in the direction of the curtain and then glanced at the Gryffindor student standing not far away. The Umbrella Team, the eyes under the super long eyelashes are full of bloodshot eyes, the gaze is even a bit sinister, and the sweet face is full of gloom.