Chapter 460 Celebration (Modified)
The trial was over, and the wizards left one after another. Dumbledore and Mr. Owen Harris left after answering the reporters' questions.
With the sound of Ding Ding Dang Dang and rattling, an elevator descended in front of them. The golden gate slid open gently, and Dumbledore and Mr. Harris walked into the elevator together.
The elevator door was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out. At the same moment, several paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator. Dumbledore looked up at them as they flew slowly around his head.
"The tranquility of the wizarding world will soon be broken. Voldemort and his Death Eaters, Harris of the Ministry of Magic... The Order of the Phoenix must be united..." Dumbledore thought about what Voldemort might face after his return. The situation is full of worries.
"Principal Dumbledore, please tell Alastor Moody that when he recovers, please come to the Ministry of Magic. We need him to come to the Ministry of Magic to make some records." Albert stood beside Dumbledore Rear, leaned over and said.
"Didn't Alastor be rescued by you?" Dumbledore turned his head in surprise, and he and Albert looked at each other.
"Did he not be rescued by you? Out of respect for you, Headmaster Dumbledore, we Aurors will not enter Hogwarts Castle unless necessary. We should have informed Professor McGonagall." Burt explained.
Dumbledore's hand reached into the sleeve of the magic robe, and a section of phoenix tail feathers protruded from the cuff, and then retracted after a while.
When the elevator stopped in the lobby on the first floor, Dumbledore had just stepped out of the elevator when Fawkes appeared in front of him. His skinny and old hand stroked Fawkes' back, and his figure disappeared from the Ministry of Magic.
"In the evening, our Harris family will hold a celebration banquet. At the banquet, I will introduce you as the heir to all the core members of the Harris family. You need to speak on stage." Mr. Owen Harris returned to the Harris family The tower, found Allen directly, and assigned a task to Allen.
Allen didn't rush to agree, but instead asked, "What about Albert and Lun?"
"I've already talked to both of them. Albert's character is not suitable to lead the Harris family, and Lun also said that your strength is far more suitable than him as the future helm of the Harris family. They will all support you "Mr. Owen Harris has his own plan in mind, and has already made arrangements for it.
"But, don't you have enough time to write a speech?" Allen is not afraid to give a speech on stage, but the time is too short.
"I'm ready." Owen smiled and took out a piece of parchment that he had prepared a long time ago and handed it to Allen.
Seeing this, Allen no longer hesitated, unfolded the parchment, and found that his father had annotated every sentence, tone, and even body movements on it.
That night, in the garden of the Harris family's manor, which was where Aunt Josephine was, five long tables were set up in the garden. The faces of the people participating in the banquet are accompanied by the fragrance of various flowers in the garden, which makes the participants feel refreshed.
Morgan Le Fay and Josephine have been busy all day for this celebration banquet, with the cooperation of the house elf Maggie. Plates of delicious food are automatically rotated along the long table on each table. When a plate of food is eaten up, new food will be automatically added to the plate.
Originally belonging to Grindelwald's subordinates and their descendants, the excellent wizards who have now belonged to the Harris family, performed outstandingly in the training class, and the elites who joined the Harris family sat down one after another, enjoying this relaxing and joyful feast.
After the banquet, the colorful lights on the field suddenly went out, and a stage was raised in front of the long table. After the banquet, the colorful lights on the field suddenly went out, and a stage was raised in front of the long table. Owen Harris Dressed in a neat formal attire, he walked onto the stage with his head held high.
"First of all, I would like to thank you all for coming,
Thank you for your dedication to the Harris family, and congratulations on the rewards you have received." Irving raised the wine glass in his hand, and everyone in the audience stood up and held up the wine glass.
After sharing a glass of wine, Owen continued: "In this operation, in addition to accepting almost all valuable positions from the Crouch faction, after negotiating with Minister of Magic Fudge, we have also obtained A victory!"
Owen paused, looked around at the wizards off the field, and was satisfied to find that their attention was all on him, so he continued: "I, I, Owen Harris, was promoted to Deputy Minister of Magic, my second My son Len Harris has succeeded me as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
Owen frowned slightly. Fudge resolutely disagreed with Albert taking over Scrimgeour's position, and would rather offer the condition that Daisy, who is not qualified enough, take the position. This is really... Owen restrained his unhappiness.
"And my eldest daughter, Daisy Harris, was appointed as the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, responsible for handling external affairs, coordinating and coordinating matters related to the Ministry of Magic around the world, and cooperating in organizing various types of exchange activities." Owen stretched out his hand in Daisy's direction, and Daisy, who was usually a little careless, gave a wizard salute gracefully at this time.
"What we need to pay attention to is that according to the agreement with Fudge, we will keep the minimum silence on the issue of whether the mysterious man returns, including the young elites who have joined the Harris family in Hogwarts, please also pay attention to this At this point, next year try to restrain the compatriots in the intensive training class from publicly expressing their opinions on this matter. In return, Fudge will strive to award you a few more third-class medals of the Order of Merlin because of your heroic performance when you were attacked in the competition."
Owen Harris looked at the excited little wizards and ignored the performance of his family in the sea snake incident. He couldn't help thinking: children are easy to be satisfied. The gold content of the third-class medal is not high. Back then, Gilderoy Lockhart, a liar, could get one. It's not at all like the one he won for his son next. He still had to give Alan to Professor Penello for the Aurors. The Cerberus summoning spell counts his major academic contributions to be considered eligible for the application. He also told Fudge that the wizarding world needs to create a new one that has nothing to do with Dumbledore and the savior Harry Potter created by Dumbledore. Because of idols, he reluctantly persuaded him to help apply.
"Next, I would like to introduce to you the heir of our Harris family, my youngest son—Alan Harris. Everyone here should be familiar with him, so I won't go into details about his excellence , I hope that his future achievements will not disappoint you, and the Minister of Magic is also winning the Order of Merlin for him because of his great contribution to saving a train of Muggles and his great academic contribution to the art of summoning!"
Mr. Harris said proudly, "Let us welcome Alan Harris to say a few words for us."
"Albert, aren't you the eldest son?" Fu Rong, who was wearing a moon-white bare-shouldered long dress, pursed her red lips and said.
"Without Ellen, there would be no Harris today." Albert hurriedly turned his head to look at Fleur, and then heaved a sigh of relief to find that she was casually playing with her silver hair, obviously she was just a little curious and didn't really care about herself whether to be an heir.
Amid the thunderous applause, Alan, who took off his usual school uniform and wore H94 uniform, flew onto the stage. Soft lights came from nowhere, illuminating the high stage.
"My brothers, sisters, and friends: Your applause should not be given to me. It should be dedicated to yourselves." Allen drew a semicircle with the wand in his hand and pointed to the wizards in the audience.
"So please applaud yourself." Allen took the lead in applauding lightly, and the wizards cheered and applauded from the audience.
"Someone said." Allen lowered his head, played with the wand, kneaded one end of the wand, and then looked in the direction of the training class: "I hate wizards without talent, those ordinary wizards, poor students, people who can't use spells well, That's why they are not allowed to join the training class I organized, and they are not allowed to join the Harris family."
Allen put his hands behind his back, stepped on his feet and raised his head and said in a deep voice: "I don't hate them, no."
"I think," Alan paused for a moment: "Ordinary wizards are not lowly, but they are different from us. They are not worthless, but have other value."
The field was extremely quiet, and the young wizards were all attracted by Allen's views that were different from theirs as the elites of the wizarding world.
"Talent only blooms in a very small number of souls," Allen once again drew an elegant circle to the wizards off the field. After a huge Patronus Charm---Phoenix flew around the field, He slowly retracted his wand and pointed it lightly at the field again, "It is only given to those who have higher pursuits."
Allen put his hands behind his back again: "Oh, what a wonderful world we can create for all wizards. For all wizards, the time has come for us who live for freedom and truth."
"Today, we have risen, and we have regained our rightful position." Allen spread his hands, and then raised the hand holding the wand, with the tip of the wand pointing directly at the sky.
As soon as the words fell, thunder exploded in the sky, and the wizards off the field cheered excitedly, and those old wizards who had served Grindelwald's life, who had already been dying, listened to this familiar speech, and felt even more excited. I was so excited that tears filled my eyes, and I couldn't help myself. I stood up as if a new vitality had burst out again, and raised my wand to the sky with Allen.
Penello looked at these tearful old men. Although she herself felt excited, it was really hard to understand why these people reacted more than herself. Do these elderly people like Alan more than herself?
"Why do you react so much?" Penello asked quietly, unable to hold back his curiosity.
"You should be glad that there are no opponents here today." A follower of Grindelwald beside him wiped away his tears and snot, and grinned at her with a big mouth that had lost a lot of teeth.