Chapter 359 Repercussions

When Allen and the others returned to the tent, it was already dawn.

"Oh, thank God, thank God!" Morgan Le Fay Harris rushed to her husband as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the tower.

She put her arms around her husband's neck, and Owen patted her on the back comfortingly. The expression on his face was both happy and helpless.

Although the children of the Harris family were exhausted, they couldn't help laughing when they saw this situation.

"Ahem, the children are here!" Owen coughed a few times uncomfortably, and gently tried to push his wife, trying to maintain his image in front of his children.

Morgan Le Fay was not embarrassed, she then embraced her children enthusiastically, especially Albert who was on the front line, was hugged tightly by her, and even made the Auror commander scream because of too much force. There was a "whoosh" from the air being squeezed out of the lungs.

When the hug was finally over and they entered the restaurant, Owen looked at the sumptuous food on the table, was silent for a while, took the initiative to embrace his wife, and said softly, "Honey, I made you worry."

Morgan Le Fay's eyes turned red all of a sudden. When she was hiding in the tower, she couldn't sleep because of too much worry, so with the help of Hermione, she kept cooking food.

Although Owen and the others didn't have much appetite, in order to live up to her efforts, they all sat down and enjoyed together.

"Why are you so late? Everyone else is coming back soon. Many people left the camp before dawn." Mrs. Harris let go of her worries and couldn't help asking curiously.

"This incident has stirred up people in the entire Ministry of Magic. Even those who are on vacation have been recalled urgently." Owen forked a piece of ham from the plate and skewered a small piece of fried egg on it, comfortably Sighed.

"Scremgeour can finally realize his original proposal this time." Just after Owen finished speaking, the whole family's eyes were fixed on him.

"Congratulations, Albert. If all goes well, the authority of the Aurors will increase, and the division of combat and civilian duties will be more detailed. You will gain command of the most elite combat troops. In addition, the selection of equipment for all Aurors, You will be in charge of training and even fighting." Owen looked at his eldest son.

"Tell me, Dad, what's going on?" Len urged.

"We have been planning for so long, and now we have successfully achieved our goal. Scrimgeour wants the Aurors to have unlimited firepower, and he needs my support. This just coincides with our plan. I took the opportunity to make a request to him, Although Albert's position cannot be promoted, his power can be expanded." Mr. Harris put down the tableware in his hand and explained patiently.

"However, Scrimgeour hesitated instead, thinking that my price was too high." Owen paused, "So, I proposed that the scope of the Auror's functions could be expanded, which made him nod in agreement."

"What does the minister think?" Albert asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, several owls flew in from the rolled-up window of the tent, with extra thick newspapers tied to their legs.

"For Aurors to have unlimited firepower, Fudge is still a little hesitant, but he will change his attitude when today's newspaper comes out." Owen glanced at the newspaper, and put the food that was on the fork before into his mouth.

Then Owen put down the tableware, wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, picked and picked, picked up a newspaper and decided to read the news first before eating. He skimmed through the first page, and Albert looked over his shoulder.

Allen flipped through other newspapers leisurely, frowning from time to time and took a sip of the milk tea Hermione had made - the lack of sugar in it made Allen a little unaccustomed.

"The dust of the World Cup has settled, the championship belongs to England", "England won the championship, Alan Harris was named the best ball seeker in the world", "Merlin gave him all his love - Alan Harris" , "This World Cup final is the most boring and exciting event in history"...

When he turned to a publication, Allen turned his head hastily, avoiding the fate of spraying milk tea on the newspaper.

"Famous Seeker Viktor Krum's New Romance Exposed"?" Daisy couldn't help leaning forward when she saw her younger brother's reaction. She was always very concerned about celebrities' gossip.

When she saw the accompanying picture, Daisy laughed so hard that she could hardly stand still, she put her hands on the armrest of her younger brother's chair, and Alan had to push the teacup in front of him farther away to avoid being knocked over by her sister.

In the photo, Krum threw Ron on the ground, their lips touched, and Ron's eyes widened. This maneuver was repeated over and over again in the newspapers, and it looked as though Krum was bowing his tongue.

"What newspaper is this?" Daisy became interested and urged Allen to turn back.

""The Quibbler", a special edition of the World Cup." Allen couldn't wait to turn back.

"Pfft, "The Bulgarian minister kneels and surrenders, England's national prestige rises." Daisy had just taken a sip of milk tea, and seeing the unbelievable face of the Bulgarian minister in the photo, Fudge suppressed the smiling expression, and burst into laughter .

"It's so narrow! Who wrote this? Ah... it's her... Rita Skeeter!" Daisy turned directly to the end of the article and saw the author's name.

"I got a lot of royalties." Luna widened her light silver eyes and shook her small camera. Daisy immediately sat beside her with interest.

Seeing that his sister was so interested in the rumors of feelings between men, Allen simply threw "The Quibbler" over and started reading other newspapers by himself.

"I mentioned Albert." Allen said suddenly, and he raised the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.

"Where is it? Read and listen." Morgan Le Fay was obviously very interested in the news about his eldest son.

Daisy is interested in stardom, while Morgan Le Fay is keen to collect honors from her children.

"Compared to the old generation of Aurors, the new generation of Aurors seems to be well-trained, and they are methodical in arresting troublemakers, showing extraordinary tacit understanding. It is especially worth noting that the Aurors have obtained arbitrary attack permissions. Will this It will become the norm in the future, and we will continue to pay attention.”

"Where is Albert?" Morgan Le Fay was a little anxious.

"Honey, don't worry." Owen patted her hand.

"The older generation of Aurors who received old-fashioned training are no longer adapted to the development of the times. Obviously, they should step back and do some other work. Logistics or clerical work, perhaps this is their best affiliation." Allen continued to read .

"Under the command of a blond young Auror elite, the uniformed Aurors changed their coldness in battle and helped the people gently and politely, which greatly eased the fear of ordinary wizards in battle." Allen He smiled, "Here, Albert you want to hear."

Allen simply handed the newspaper to his mother, stood up, stretched his waist, and looked a little tired.

Allen felt that he needed to wash up so that he would be more energetic to welcome Lucius Malfoy's arrival.

Allen walked upstairs quickly, and when he came out of the bathroom refreshed, he was surprised to find that Hermione Granger was waiting outside the door of his room.

"Hermione, what is this?" Allen looked inexplicable when he saw the two small bottles in Hermione's hand.

"I saw a "Ann" massage tutorial at Penello, and I ordered one myself. I have been practicing on the pillow for a long time, and I can help you relieve your fatigue." Hermione expressed Said solemnly and sternly.

Allen couldn't help being agitated, opened the door, and walked in stiffly.

Hermione followed.

"Take off your clothes and get on your stomach." Hermione raised her chin lightly, signaling Alan to lie on her stomach and show her back.

"Lie... get on the ground?" Allen froze in place for a while, thinking of the time with Penello before, he couldn't help but blush.

"What are you dawdling about, hurry up!" Hermione put the bottle on the bed and put her hands behind her back.

With anticipation, Allen quickly lay down on the quilt, his ears glowing red.

At this moment, Alan's whole body trembled.

Something cool and slippery ran down his spine.

Allen couldn't help but snort softly.

Next, his voice gradually became louder, and he cried out uncontrollably.

A knock on the door interrupted Hermione's movements.

"Alan, Lucius Malfoy is here and wants to see you." Luna's voice came from outside the door.

Allen's originally frowning brows loosened. He jumped up from the bed and opened the door swiftly.

"I don't want to boast, but I'm the best at "Ann" next to the handle. It seems that Alan is more energetic." Hermione said complacently seeing Alan's movements that were much more agile and quicker than usual.

Luna looked at the bottles, showing a rare expression of interest: "Hermione, then press it for me too, I was very tired from watching you cook yesterday."

Originally, Hermione, who was interrupted because of the "Ann" beside the handle, was a little bit more interested, and she immediately stood behind Luna and pushed her to lie on the "Shangguangxiamu".

After a while.

"It's very comfortable." Miss Wanshitong looked quite complacent.

"It's so comfortable that I think you can try to make an An'mo next to Drogon's handle." Luna's expression twisted, cold sweat slipped down her slightly twitching cheeks, from her forehead to her trembling chin.

"Say goodbye to sore muscles." Hermione stepped up again.

"Goodbye Muscle"