Chapter 357 Guidance (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Magic Feather)

"Alan Harris." A deep, exotic voice sounded.

Viktor Krum followed Alan, who looked at him suspiciously.

Although he walks with splayed legs, his speed is not slow at all.

"Harris, do you know where Hermi...Hermione is?" Krum said bluntly.

"She's in a very safe place." Alan understood that the other party was obviously worried about Hermione, suppressed a trace of displeasure in his heart, and said quickly, and then couldn't help but add, "With all due respect, Krum, you and Hermione isn't familiar enough to call her by her first name."

"So this lady is also a good friend who is very close to you?" Krum glanced at Penello who was beside Allen. He had no front teeth, and his voice was slightly leaky, which made his tone funny and exotic. .

"This has nothing to do with you." Allen ignored Krum and quickened his pace.

Kingsley's side looked very bad, he was stretched left and right, and various spells were intertwined around him.

"Phantom Killer." Allen raised his arm, and a spell was accurately shot at a tall wizard waving his wand desperately.

A cloud of indistinct black mist hung over the wizard's head.

The wizard suddenly threw away his wand, curled up on the ground, trembling as if he had seen something extremely frightening.

Suddenly, he hiccupped extremely loudly, convulsed and passed out.

The hooded wizard next to him was visibly taken aback by the sudden turn of events, and Kingsley seized the opportunity, hitting him with a petrifying spell.

The last wizard who besieged Kingsley was subdued to the ground by the surrounding Aurors.

"Oh, thank you..." Kingsley wanted to express his gratitude, but was interrupted by Penello.

"Let's treat their injuries first." Penello said, showing a gentle smile, grabbed the hand of the older witch hiding behind Kingsley, and put her hand on the ground to faint On the wizard who fell.

Penello stretched out his wand, but Kingsley grabbed her arm, "Clivet, what are you going to do?"

Kingsley's expression was extremely serious.

"Of course it is to treat her injury. It is too slow to use medicine, I use 'damage transfer', and she will get better soon." Penello looked at the wizard who collapsed on the ground with disgust, "It doesn't make sense Nothing happens to the evildoer, but the innocent suffer."

"No, Krivat, this doesn't comply with the regulations." Kingsley wanted to continue to stop, but Allen stepped forward and stood in front of Penello.

"You don't have the ability to protect them, you can't even protect yourself, and now you are blaming me, don't you find it ridiculous?" Penello raised his eyebrows and mocked unceremoniously.

Afterwards, she directly cast the damage transfer, transferring the injury of the old witch to the fainted wizard.

He immediately groaned in pain, and his arms were twisted into an extremely strange posture.

"It's the same Auror, but even your trainees reacted so quickly, obviously they were prepared. And we haven't received any news. There must be a conspiracy here." Kingsley stared straight at Penello, not letting go No change in her expression.

"Your training is too old-fashioned, and you are still playing spy. But we, relying on advanced equipment and group training with a clear division of labor, are sufficient to deal with any emergencies." Penello raised her red lips slightly, raising her voice. Volume, "You guys are out of date."

Everyone around heard her last words and looked at Kingsley.

"It seems that you won't accept me treating you through 'damage transfer'." Penello raised his eyebrows and continued: "Shaker, aren't you the best at soothing people, can you calm people down? Personally for you, anyway, you are also injured, just help the injured here, don't delay our battle."

Following Penello's gesture, several young Auror reserves walked out of the team.

Kingsley's face was extremely ugly,

But Penello didn't stay any longer, whispered something while holding the collar badge, and strode away.

"Albert notified the assembly." Penello simply explained to Allen.

"This black bald man will definitely tell Scrimgeour about his suspicions today." Penello said quickly.

"Rufus Scrimgeour is a man of swift action. He has devoted most of his energy to dealing with dark wizards after he joined the work. He will definitely like your actions tonight. wizards have feuded."

Owen Harris had already discussed this matter with his three sons, so Allen was not worried at all, and comforted Penello gently.

Allen and the others quickly passed through the camp, entered the dense forest and reached a relatively open highland. After going deep, Allen found his father, Mr. Harris. Beside him stood Minister Fudge, and a wizard who looked exactly like an old lion.

The distance they were watching was crowded with people. Masked and unmasked Death Eaters confronted young Auror reservists in uniform.

Allen's older brother Albert was at the forefront.

"What should we do if the main force of this group of troublemakers has been stalemate with us?" Fudge looked at the considerable number of Death Eaters gathered in the distance, and wiped his sweaty forehead with his sleeve.

Owen saw his youngest son Alan coming from a distance, and nodded to him. Then he heard Fudge's words, his eyes flashed, and he murmured softly, "If you don't let go of the authority to use any spell to attack, I'm afraid this battle will be difficult to fight."

Scrimgeour, who was beside him, heard Owen Harris' whisper and gave him a surprised look. It seems that since his son became an Auror, Mr. Harris has not only changed from a dove to a hawk, but now he even started to support Recalling the right to fire at will, which he once vetoed back then.

Whatever the reasons for Mr Harris' change of attitude, Scrimgeour welcomes the shift.

"Minister, before things get serious, let's temporarily bypass the voting and let go of the authority to fire at will. In this way, once you successfully subdue these troublemakers, you will be the leader." Scrimgeour persuaded in a deep voice, talking The time is very convincing, "Otherwise, it will change later. If they are pushed into a hurry, I am afraid they will deal with heavy hands. Once there are casualties, under the current situation, it will be an international scandal. Minister, you need to make a decision as soon as possible."

Scrimgeour's words made Fudge, who was in a state of anxiety, find the backbone. He nodded, and according to Scrimgeour's words, he notified the Aurors below and opened up the permission to fire at will.

With scorching eyes, Scrimgeour stared at the troublemakers in the arena who started to stir up trouble.

A satisfied smile flashed across the corner of Owen's mouth, and it was part of their plan to induce Fudge to let go of the authority to fire at will. Now, it has been successfully completed.