Chapter 361 Thanks (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Magic Feather)

"Okay, Albert is in the room." Allen moved away, but stared at the female Auror intently.

Penello smiled brightly and entered the tent first.

"Hi, Penello." Daisy rubbed her shoulders and walked down the stairs, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hey, Daisy, what's wrong with you?" Penello tilted his head a little strangely, and glanced upstairs.

"Her massage skills are much worse than yours." Daisy pouted upwards, and Penello's eyes fell on Alan's door.

"Oh?" Penello turned around and glanced at Allen jokingly.

Allen touched his nose uncomfortably.

"It feels like she is torturing me. I really want to recruit, but I don't know what to recruit." Daisy didn't notice the eyebrow-eye lawsuit between the two.

This directly made Penello couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Penello?" Albert came out of the room, and he heard Penello's voice.

"Albert, after a night of hard work by all the Aurors, all the injured were treated properly. Except for the troublemakers who needed to be sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, the others were taken to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation. As for those Muggles who were hurt last night, they have all been given the Oblivion Curse after treatment." Penello briefly introduced the situation to Albert.

"Okay, you've worked hard." Albert nodded, and was surprised to see that Penello, who was opposite him, suddenly had a playful smile on his face, and he couldn't help asking curiously, "Is there anything else?"

Penelope brushed aside the hair on his forehead, and said with a smile, "There was a troublemaker who escaped capture, but was killed by Muggles."

This brought the attention of everyone in this room in the tent to Penello - which was incredible.

"An eyewitness saw that in the woods, a short but very strong black wizard with a bald head and tattoos ran into a Muggle after escaping from pursuit. He wanted to torture the Muggle, but he got carried away with The iron and sandalwood wand accidentally dropped out of his hand, but was snatched by the Muggles." Penello leaned back on the armchair behind him, raised his eyebrows, and showed a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"He lost his wand?" Daisy asked in surprise.

"He's not the only one. I heard that Ron from the Weasley family also lost his wand, and he hasn't found it yet." Albert laughed.

"Anything can happen in the chaos." Penello shrugged, "What you can't imagine is still behind, that dark wizard uses the hardest iron sandalwood wand, and it's very sharp. That Muggle uses the wand as a dagger , stabbed straight into the dark wizard's abdomen, and pulled out again. His intestines were even dragged out, scattered on the ground, and blood flowed everywhere."

Penello's face showed undisguised sarcasm and happiness, "The trees in the forest and the muddy ground are full of his bloody handprints, maybe he wants to regain his wand to heal himself. Obviously, he failed to achieve his goal. Struggled for a long time and died. What a pity."

"Oh, Mr. Lucius Malfoy might not be very happy to hear this." Penello thought of Malfoy who just met at the tent door, "That dark wizard just happened to have the same name as his son Draco. "

"Albert, Lun, it's time for us to go to the Ministry of Magic." Mr. Harris walked out of the study. Although he didn't sleep all night, he still seemed in good spirits.

"So many people have been arrested and tried one by one. We may have to work overtime in the Ministry these days, and we don't need to prepare food for us. Alan, maybe soon, you will be able to get the second-class Merlin Medal .”

Owen looked at his youngest son Allen, "You transported the wounded in the battle so that they could get medical treatment in time, and Fudge decided to win the Merlin Second Class Medal for you. The Bulgarian minister knelt down in front of Fudge, and he was very happy."

Owen looked at Allen with a smile, with an expression on his face asking for credit for his son, which made Allen immediately understand the real reason for getting the medal.

See Alan Perceived,

Owen nodded in satisfaction, and walked over to hug his wife again. At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

When Allen opened the door, he couldn't look away immediately. Outside the door stood an unnaturally beautiful girl with long silver hair hanging down to her waist like a waterfall. She has a pair of big blue eyes and a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

"Excuse me, is this the Harris family's tent?" The beautiful girl's voice was slightly hoarse, and she spoke English with a little French accent.

Allen immediately came to his senses, why are all the beautiful girls who came today looking for Albert?

"Is Penelope still here?" a tan-faced Auror asked.

"D'Artagnan, hello, long time no see." Allen recognized the identity of the Auror, and hurriedly greeted him first, "Penello is inside, are you here to look for her? Please come in."

Under D'Artagnan's introduction, everyone finally understood that this astonishingly beautiful girl was named Fleur Delacour, and she came to thank Penello specially.

The elderly witch that Penello rescued last night using "harm transfer" was Fleur's grandmother.

Fleur rushed over with Penello's unimaginable enthusiasm, and kissed Penello twice on each cheek.

Penello looked as if he was frightened, which made Allen couldn't help laughing.

Fleur immediately turned to look at him, "Ah, and you, sorry, maybe because you weren't wearing a Quidditch uniform, I didn't recognize you as the Seeker from England just now, thank you for your help .”

Having said this, Furong walked up to Allen, lowered her head and kissed him twice without waiting for Allen's reaction. Then, everyone present got her thanks.

Allen noticed that Albert's ears turned red when Fleur approached.

Albert's feelings at this time are very complicated. It's not that he has never had a girlfriend, but he has never had such a feeling. He feels like his face is on fire. Not surprised.

Except for the dim-eyed Auror D'Artagnan, almost everyone was kissed by this charming girl——the other party's psychic blood made most of the wizards in this tent No one can hate her French enthusiasm.

Owen rubbed his waist pinched by his wife, pretending to be stern and calling Albert and Lun to leave.

Only Penello seemed to be a bit overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the Frenchman, and he left quickly. The Aurors still have a lot of things to do.

The tent soon became quiet again, and Allen found that Hermione was sitting alone at the dining table, fiddling with the food on the plate with a fork, but didn't take a bite.

"Hermione, you don't seem very happy." Allen walked to Hermione and sat down.

"When I was giving Daisy a massage just now, she screamed and jumped up to let me know that my massage was terrible..." Hermione drooped her furry head, looking a little sad, "You should tell me..."

"You just lack a little time to practice... How about we go eat something delicious, do you want to eat anything?" Allen suggested.

"Cheesecake from Little Mama's Bakery." Hermione gave an unexpected but reasonable answer.