Chapter 1237 CQB
"Albert, there are a lot of pure-bloods and their bodyguards gathered in the Muggle house, maybe someone will come later." The fat man was a little worried, "Only relying on us to go in and suppress...Of course, I am not Worried we'd fail, but with so few men I'm afraid someone might escape...if any of them had broomsticks..."
Mother Wolf glanced at her team members: "We can't mobilize the Aurors in the Ministry, not to mention others, it is very difficult to hide the actions of the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic from that old lion Scrimgeour. Once he finds out, he will tell The purebloods who support him."
"You know, there are some people who we don't have any evidence to accuse them of anything...Father and Lun mean to arrest them first and at least implement the testimony to form a chain of evidence." Albert put his hands on the long table, and he Speaking of this face that is as cold as wax, "I don't like it and I don't agree with it, but they are already trying to create an explosion to attack my father. In order to prevent more innocent people from being killed... we have to face the insidious enemy. Also do some not-so-disgraceful actions.”
"The umbrella can dispatch more manpower... as much as you want." Penello, who was sitting on the side with arms crossed and legs crossed, said coldly, "And wouldn't it be better if Scrimgeour came? We just solved it together, Then we gave him a reason such as death in the line of duty, saying that he was killed by mistake by the pure-blood resistance inside, and you, Albert, will become the chief of the office."
"No! Although Scrimgeour likes to fight against us, he is fundamentally different from those pure-blood families who have connections with Voldemort. He is a good Auror, and he has always only wanted to fight against dark wizards." Albert quickly Dissuade the murderous Penello, "As I told you before, we can't let Allen and the members of the umbrella come over to replace us. The umbrella is not a law enforcement officer, and Allen himself does not have law enforcement power strictly speaking... we The purpose of this attack is to confirm their criminal behavior, so you can’t give others an excuse. Although you and your team rarely come to the Ministry, at least you still have a name on the Auror side and put on H94 uniforms No one can deny that you are a regular army."
"Report!" The door was knocked, then opened, an Auror stalked in, and then saluted Albert, "Sir, we have compared which building The interior of a Muggle dwelling."
Immediately, the Auror picked up the hookah on the table, and a picture of the internal structure of the house appeared in the air.
"Boys, we weren't practicing CQB skills and tactics a while ago. This house just happened to use it to test and see if it is useful for us wizards." Albert glanced at the room that is often rented out to There are many structures in the tourist's house, and he waved his fist to encourage the wizards, "Adjust your equipment each? Follow the groupings in the last practice."
"Aurors have already started practicing this?" Penello looked a little surprised. "Granger got it for you?"
"Huh? Not Hermione,
Did Long Eye get it? Hadn't he been protecting the Muggle Prime Minister while You-Know-Who was still around? Got it from what they call the British Special Air Service. ’ Albert explained? ‘You don’t know? I remember that Changyan Shuo also gave you a copy of the red umbrella. During training, some skills such as how to enter the door and how to cooperate are theoretically common to us wizards? Most ordinary wizards have little difference in personal magic power, relying on these Can it improve a lot of combat power? If it is easy to use this time, the Muggle Prime Minister can provide us with more references. "
"I've been stuck in school for too long recently... the red umbrella can't lag behind your Auror training? Students are learning too much now, and this set of things is probably okay for university courses." Penello nodded after thinking for a while Shouted to his team members, "Mother Wolf, when we go back, we will study and come up with a teaching plan? Let our people practice too... now? Look at the map, don't worry about Albert's people, let us organize ourselves Plan your attack route."
Hogwarts, Black Lake Island, Harris Castle.
Morgan Le Fay was sitting on the sofa in the living room, lazily opening a letter, and Narcissa, who was sitting by the side, deftly directed a small blanket to cover her body and made her a cup of black tea.
"Thank you..." Morgan Le Fay leaned on the sofa without looking up and thanked her. She squeezed the letter? After reading it quickly, she took a sip of tea and sighed comfortably. Then she recovered and said to Narcissa in a gentle tone, " Narcissa? What a disrespect... You are a guest and I am supposed to entertain you? In the end, I am bothering you to do this..."
"Morgan Le Fay? My mother Druella's surname is also Rozier... The relationship between our two families should be divided..." Narcissa bowed her lips reservedly and said politely, she Of course, she could see that the other party was enjoying her own care, and it was just a pretend excuse—in fact, she had just taken care of Bella's entire pregnancy, and these things were too proficient for her to be a burden at all.
"It's a pity that my cousin and Uncle Black passed away too early..." Morgan Le Fay stroked her belly from top to bottom, and said a little awkwardly to the one who married into the Black family with whom she actually disliked each other. The cousin made a pity, and then changed the topic with a slight smile, "It's funny to say, it's different from Rozier's blood on you and me, this Mr. McMillan has counted his ancestors for three generations, and wants to prove himself There is a kinship relationship with Rozier, to intercede for some people."
"Hehe..." Narcissa couldn't help but smiled, revealing a bit of her arrogant expression that she had been hiding before. Her appearance has nothing to do with being ugly, but this sneering expression made her nose look like a big piece of dung, " This oblique relationship...in fact, it is better to say that his son Ernie McMillan and our children are classmates..."
"They pissed off Owen this time... so that he can't go home now." Morgan Le Fay's voice was also a little resentful, and she glanced at John who was playing wizard chess with Lucius not far away. Barca, "How is Albert?"
"Ma'am, they haven't started yet..." Owen's staff glanced carefully at Owen's wife, and didn't dare to say anything more—the reason why he himself would go to Harris Manor as a liaison officer during the day was because Morgan Le Fay himself despises Owen's troll smell, which has almost been eliminated, and refuses to let him go home...
"John, how do you think I should restore this letter?" Morgan Le Fay tapped the letter on the side with his wand, causing it to fly to John Bartha.
John pretended to stroke his well-trimmed short curly hair, glanced at Lucius who was playing wizard chess with him, and then looked up at Morgan Le Fay. After seeing the opponent nodding, he was afraid that his voice would startle Morgan Le Fay Baby, said softly: "It depends on what you mean, Mrs. Harris... But according to the news from the Ministry of Magic, part of the Avery family's property has been transferred to McMillan's name yesterday."
Lucius, who was playing chess with Owen, changed his upright sitting posture, and his cold gray-blue eyes flickered. Harris discussed this inside information in front of his face, obviously hoping to let himself know that they did not treat his family as outsiders.
"John, this is the British style. Helping relatives and taking the opportunity to expand oneself will not conflict..." Lucius then participated in this conversation, and let his queen chess piece pull out the chairs of her upper and lower royals and swing it, smashing John's knight "When I was in the first war, they also extorted a large amount of wealth from the Malfoy family, which allowed me to use the reason of being under the Imperius Curse to escape punishment..."
"If you calculate according to McMillan, then we have to let everyone go...John, you and Owen can make up your mind." Morgan Le Fay frowned and took another sip of black tea, "However, John checks the genealogy, if there is any relationship... Back then, we weren't against us too much...We didn't have to do it too thoroughly..."
Knowing what Morgan Le Fay meant, John Bartha unfolded the parchment, and after a quick glance, he smiled: "The problems with the few people involved in McMillan's letter are indeed not serious, as long as they don't continue to hang out with the Bocks, there will be no big problems." question…"
"Reply and ask him to warn you again." Morgan Le Fay was too lazy to think, and then turned to look at Narcissa, "Sissy, what should we have for dinner tonight?"