Chapter 832 HO! HA! HUO!

"Minister Owen Harris! As a pure-blood, don't you just watch your youngest son, Mr. Alan Harris, misbehaving?" Seeing Alan's resolute attitude, a pure-blood wizard who couldn't hold back tried to remind him angrily. His father Owen.

His words attracted the echo of some people. One after another, wizards stood up and made impassioned statements, and continued to entangle with the previous reasons, hoping that the Harris family would withdraw this decision——if the Harris family did not compromise, They will keep persuading and persist in the end.

"Since the Harris family wants to donate their family's family knowledge, it is really not easy for us to stop it. This kind of selfless behavior is worthy of praise. This can improve the strength of all wizards and further promote the development of the magic world!" Dempsey T Wiggswald clapped his hands as if cheering for Alan's decision, and then straightened his glasses with his fingers, "But after all, Mr. Alan Harris and your family have proved that you are in the dark in the past few years. The advantage in magic, but just like the rumors, the world's greatest white wizard and Hogwarts headmaster Mr. Albus Dumbledore worried about him in the conflict with Mr. Alan Harris, I also I think that if we ordinary people learn magic without any scruples, it will bring harm to ourselves...Maybe we can take a compromise method and set up a new organization composed of magic masters to first judge and review this knowledge, and then decide which ones How about releasing it safely enough? I think this is a safer thing for wizards of any status or background..."

"Mr. Isa Spangler, the resident consultant of "Spell Innovation", can be competent. His ancestor, Professor Catullus Spangler, wrote the famous "Spells of Defense and Deterrence"!" The chubby Millicent Burst's father, Ben Burst, who almost had a triple chin, had eyes shining at this moment, and he glanced at Wiggswald approvingly, with a greedy expression on his face, "Minister Owen Harris , the Ministry of Magic can also get more involved, I think this is a win-win situation, and it also maintains the traditions of our British wizarding community."

Allen nodded to the fat wizard who suggested to his father: "Well, what you said is very reasonable. It is indeed the responsibility of our pure-blood wizards to maintain tradition."

Ben Burst was a little unbelievable, and then his eyes lit up: "So? Mr. Alan Harris, you agree? I'm just..."

"You misunderstood, Mr. Burst, I was talking about maintaining traditions... I just said that I am willing to compete alone with wizard friends who are dissatisfied with my decision at any time, and carry out a traditional method for us wizards to resolve disputes, It's a wizard duel, I don't need an assistant, but you can choose the assistant you want at will, what do you think, Mr. Burst?" Allen looked at Ben Burst with a mischievous expression, and smiled contemptuously Laughing, he felt that these pure-blood families couldn't help but take advantage of themselves at this moment...

The frozen expression of Ben Burst's smile became like a duck being strangled by the neck, and some meaningless sounds came out of his throat.

Those wizards who clamored against before were also blocked by Allen. Wizard duels are indeed a tradition of resolving disputes, but in fact, in this comfortable age, such bloody traditions from ancient times rarely happen. .

The most important thing is that this is a duel initiated by Alan Harris, who can fight one-on-one with the mysterious person. It was a bit of a disadvantage, but who of them who knew the whole process had the confidence, and who had the courage to truly agree-I am afraid that only Albus Dumbledore can temporarily overwhelm Allen in this regard.

The scene fell silent for a while, as if they swallowed a fly in their hearts, their chests were stuffy with a sense of aggrievedness, and these pure-blood wizards exchanged glances with each other—since the Harris family is determined to stand on the side of the British native family …No, it should be said that they are only on the opposite side of the pure-blood families, so they have to discuss countermeasures together.

"It seems that Mr. Burst has no objections?" After showing his strong side, Allen didn't want to scare others because of his performance just now, so he said calmly, "Pure-blood wizards don't have to worry, I myself I am also a member of the pure-blood family, and I am not targeting anyone... It is also Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's wish to spread knowledge, so as long as you want, whether you are a pure-blood, half-blood or Muggle-born, Raven The Crow Temple welcomes any wizard who pursues truth and wisdom. As long as you are willing to abide by the relevant regulations, the Temple will be open to you and will also point you to a higher level path. There is no status in the Temple, only A shared identity, that is the wizard..."

The speechless Dempster Wiggswald, who had been suppressed by Allen's duel invitation, couldn't help but speak again at this time: "Mr. Allen Harris, can I understand your words in this way, you This is also an admission, do you think that Lady Rowena Ravenclaw really became a 'god' and survived to this day?"

"I think before, the mysterious man Mr. Tom Riddle and my classmate Mr. Harry Potter, as half-blood wizards, caused a lot of controversy over whether they were the heirs of Salazar Slytherin But..." Allen put his hands behind his back, "Of course, I don't want to say that I am the heir of Mr. Salazar Slytherin, but... the reason why I can have the strength I have today is because I got Rowena A gift of Lady Ravenclaw herself, I am Ravenclaw's heir."

Wiggswald, who heard Allen's speech with his own ears, still suppressed the shock in his heart. As he completely chose to stand in line with Harris today, he seized the opportunity to continue to express himself: "...So, Alan Harry Was Mr. St.'s donation of the Ravenclaw shrine to St. Mungo's hospital premeditated? May I venture, are you really sure that Lady Ravenclaw really became a god? Maybe it is possible Alan Harry Mr. Si, are you bewitched by some demon... As far as I know, some devils and demons often use these methods to trick Muggles into believing in them in order to obtain their souls..."

"I just follow Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's will in order to spread knowledge and wisdom. The legend of our wizards makes it difficult for us to believe in any gods like Muggles. However, extraordinary wisdom It is our greatest wealth..." Allen spread his hands behind his back in front of his body, "We should think about what we have done since Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw became a saint, and the various methods of obtaining knowledge from the temple The way I think everyone can see that Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw is just trying to spread our wizarding knowledge, spread the knowledge that was lost because of our conservativeness, and revive the glory of the wizarding world. If you are good enough in the history of magic, you should I heard a saying in ancient times, those wizards in the legendary era thought that the gods were nothing more than some more powerful wizards, and now the existence of Ms. Ravenclaw's miracle just confirms this point. As for the issue of belief, as for you Believe it or not, I believe it anyway..."

After finishing speaking, Allen looked at the gray-haired wizard who had troubled them a few times and fell silent again. He felt a little regretful. It seemed that the other party's abilities seemed to be pretty good, or that Len and his father should have used a more gentle approach to him, of course. , this thought just passed by in a flash, and I just felt a little pity.

"In addition, I have to remind everyone that the library in the temple, no matter what method you choose, as long as you abide by the regulations of the method you choose, the knowledge in this library will be open to you... But this temple and the future will The temples built will be protected by powerful multiple protection spells to ensure that nothing can burn except wicks and wax oil, and no piece of paper can be burned in this castle; there are also protections that block teleportation and destructive spells, killing any fungus and bugs, and have some other secret properties.” Allen let himself glance at everyone in the audience, “And what I want to remind everyone is that wizards who do not wear special marks that are allowed to enter the area of ​​​​the Temple Library, if If you try to enter these inner rooms, you will be attacked by the magic traps and temple guards I personally set up...so those who don't want to die had better visit the temple in the normal way...this is also the power granted to the temple by the relevant laws of the Ministry of Magic..." Allen said The tone was very flat, as if he was talking about something that couldn't be more normal, he turned around and waved to the open space next to him after he finished speaking.

Whether they were dissatisfied with the pure-blooded family Alan decided, or dissatisfied with the troublesome process, the pure-blooded Muggle wizards who wanted to make moves behind their backs did not dare to take this statement lightly—the fact There are quite a few pure-blood families who are quite annoyed. The law that can kill trespassers was originally a clause set by their ancestors to serve them in order to prevent their knowledge from being stolen by outsiders, but now it is used by Allen Used to deal with their own heads.

As Allen's arm fell again, two flames appeared in the air, and countless skulls that seemed to be screaming silently appeared after being burned. Along with the flames, a tall arch made of skulls also appeared.

"HO! HA! HUO! HO! HA! HUO!"

"!! Naal ok zin los vahriin!"

At this time, there was a neat and loud call sign from inside the door, followed by a magnificent and low-pitched singing like a battle song. This singing had an ancient aura, very powerful, surging with infinite battle meaning. (Author's Note: That's right, it's the song of Grabbing Genbao, replacing (Duwakin) with (Ravenclaw).