Chapter 535 Surveillance (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Leader Xiao Yuanyuan)
Ministry of Magic, Owen Harris was standing at the end of a long and resplendent hall, talking to Fudge in a low voice. The polished wooden floor was covered with various monitoring equipment, some of them were wearing Harris family work uniforms. The wizard waved his wand and commanded these equipment to fly into the air, and the sound of jingling and knocking could be heard endlessly. Behind the statue, above the fireplace, on the peacock blue ceiling, and under the huge chandelier, installations made by Harris were installed at various angles. Family surveillance equipment.
"Owen, are you sure these little things can guarantee that we won't have incidents like the Sturgis Podmore trespassing incident and the attack on Arthur Weasley in the future?" Fudge looked suspiciously at these small camera equipment being taken away. Install one by one in a concealed location.
"Of course it can't be guaranteed, Your Excellency, but it can guarantee that they will be discovered as soon as they happen," Owen waved his hand in the air, "This time Arthur is lucky, if it is discovered later, we can now Prepare for his funeral."
Allen, who came out of St. Mungo's Hospital, returned directly to the Harris Tower building. Hermione jumped up from the sofa, handed a cup of hot tea to Allen, and asked with concern: "Mr. Arthur How is the situation? At breakfast today, Umbridge found that Harry and Ron had disappeared, and after asking Professor McGonagall for a long time, he realized that it was you who took them away."
Allen took a sip of hot tea and sank into the sofa: "Mr. Arthur Weasley is out of danger, but he still needs to stay in the hospital for a while before he can be discharged."
Hermione's expression relaxed, and directed the breakfast reserved for Alan to fly in front of Alan. She looked at Alan and talked about the situation between Fleur and Albert yesterday, "Fleur wore it as a necklace and hung it around her neck, it looks very beautiful." Although Hermione has been running Occlumency, Alan I can't read her thoughts, but her yearning for the blood oath has been written on her face naked for a long time.
Allen had to bow his head and swallow a fried egg in one gulp. He didn't have the confidence to make a blood oath with Hermione, Penello, and Luna without causing any conflicts and conflicts, at least not yet.
Hermione obviously didn't see Alan's thoughts, she continued: "Recent reports show that many of the projects we have developed have begun to make profits, except for TV stations, the research and development of potions and the like is progressing very fast, and now the sales amount has already It's impressive. In fact, we are about to form a monopoly in the production of potions. But in comparison, the progress of the battle golem is the slowest, and the few samples currently developed are far inferior to the fighting power of giants. Allen, I suggest Can we slow down the research on battle golems first? If we focus on the research and development of household golems, we will benefit more, after all, only those very few ancient pure-blood families have house elves."
Allen admired Hermione's business acumen very much in his heart. This girl has her own ideas about business management. Allen raised his head and smiled and said, "This housekeeping golem should be very marketable when it is developed, which can provide another choice for many wizard families without house elves. In addition, if using housework golems becomes a trend, having a house elf The pureblood families of the elves should not be stingy to purchase some, which is equivalent to reducing the workload of the house elves in disguise. Moreover, the Magic Congress of America has used similar golems for cleaning work, but the function It is still very crude, and can only sweep the dust. We can use the existing research results and upgrade on the basis of learning from them, and strive to make the household golems more functions, more convenient for wizards to use, and better for everyone's life. convenient."
Allen's words hit Hermione's heart, and she said with emotion: "Although I don't expect to be able to liberate them anymore, house elves should have a certain amount of life of their own, instead of revolving their whole lives around others, they should There is more freedom of choice.”
Next, Allen and Hermione talked for a while about what happened next to each other. When Hermione knew about Draco Malfoy's Animagus,
He was almost out of breath from laughing: "Why did he want to hit Liu Midao when he transformed for the first time?"
That night, in the headmaster's room at Hogwarts, Harry looked nervous. He didn't understand why Dumbledore took him back to school early, and it was in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to say goodbye to Sirius.
"Dumbledore, why did you call me here?" He finally couldn't help it, and asked anxiously, expecting Dumbledore to give him an answer.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore, who called him to the headmaster's office, also looked at him seriously, but he didn't give him the answer he wanted.
"Principal, are you looking for me?" Professor Snape opened the door and walked in, breaking the silence in the room, but the atmosphere became more tense.
Harry turned his head to look at Snape, looked down, and Snape glanced at Harry, their silence filled with disgust for each other.
"Severus, Voldemort may well have sensed by now that Harry could perceive his thoughts and feelings. He could even have deduced that this could be reversed, that is, it should have occurred to him that he might be able to perceive Harry's thoughts and feelings—" Dumbledore looked at Snape sternly, "I need your help, Severus, to teach Harry Occlumency as soon as possible, or we will be in danger."
Snape nodded, pulled Harry out of the headmaster's office, and quickly walked up the spiral staircase of Hogwarts towards the Potions classroom in the basement.
"Sit down, Potter." Snape stared at Harry with cold, unblinking eyes, disgust etched into every line of his face.
"Potter, you know what you're here for," he said. "I know Sirius has been teaching you Occlumency, but obviously he's been a very bad teacher and not much of an Occlumency master for so long, you You didn't learn anything, and now I'm taking over, I just hope you're a little smarter than you were in Potions..."
At night, Allen, who had returned to Durmstrang, was lying on the bed. He thought that the recent development of the Harris family was indeed very rapid, but this was not enough. If it had always been a peaceful environment, this development speed was enough to be happy, but war It is coming soon, and the time left for them is getting less and less. They must make overall plans to seize the opportunity and seize the time to develop their armed forces. In addition, Durmstrang's collection of books is about to be copied, and it is time for him to increase his training in the training room. It's time.
"I want to defeat Voldemort." Thinking of this, Alan turned over and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, the quilt on his body tightened. He turned his head and found that Luna, who was already asleep, woke up and pressed Alan's quilt .
"Luna, I'm sorry for waking you up, did it hit your hair again?" Allen gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Luna.
"It was just a dream."