Chapter 460 Celebration (Modified)
The trial was over and the wizards left one after another. Mr. Dumbledore and Owen Harris left after answering the reporters' questions.
With a tinkling and clicking sound, 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 time, several paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator. Dumbledore looked up and watched them flying slowly around his head.
"This tranquility in the wizarding world will soon be broken. Voldemort and his Death Eaters, Harris from the Ministry of Magic...the Order of the Phoenix must unite..." Dumbledore thought about what Voldemort might face after his return. The situation is worrying.
"Principal Dumbledore, please tell Alastor Moody that when he gets better, please come to the Ministry of Magic. We need him to come to the Ministry of Magic to take some records." Albert stood beside Dumbledore. From behind, he 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.
"Didn't you rescue him? Out of respect for you, Principal Dumbledore, we Aurors will not enter Hogwarts Castle unless necessary. We should have informed Professor McGonagall." Burt explained.
Dumbledore put his hand into the sleeve of his magic robe, and a phoenix tail feather emerged from the sleeve, and then retracted it after a while.
When the elevator stopped in the lobby on the first floor, Dumbledore had just stepped out of the elevator, and Fawkes appeared in front of him. His skinny old hand touched Fawkes' back, and the 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 give a speech on the stage." Mr. Owen Harris returned to the Harris family. Tower, found Allen directly, and assigned Allen a task.
Allen did not rush to agree, but asked: "What about Albert and Len?"
"I have 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 head of the Harris family. They will support you. ." Mr. Owen Harris has his own plans and has already made arrangements.
"But, don't you have enough time to write a speech?" Allen was not afraid to give a speech on stage, but the time was too short.
"I'm ready." Owen smiled and took out a piece of parchment that had been prepared and handed it to Allen.
Seeing this, Allen no longer hesitated, unfolded the parchment, and found that his father had annotated the tone of every sentence and even body movements on it.
That night, in the Harris family's manor, which was the manor where Aunt Josephine lived before, five long tables were arranged in the garden. The light yellow tablecloth almost hung down to the grass, and the evening breeze blew gently. The faces of those participating in the banquet were accompanied by the fragrance of various flowers in the garden, making the participants feel relaxed and happy.
Morgan Le Fay and Josephine have been busy all day for this celebration banquet with the cooperation of the house elf Maggie. Platefuls of delicious food automatically rotate along the long table on each table. When a plate of food is eaten, new food will automatically be added to the plate.
The outstanding wizards who originally belonged to Grindelwald and his descendants and now belong to the Harris family. The elites who performed outstandingly in the training class and joined the Harris family sat down one after another to enjoy this relaxing and enjoyable feast.
After the banquet, the colorful lights on the field suddenly went out, and a stage was raised at the front of the long table. After the banquet, the colorful lights on the field suddenly went out, and a stage was raised on the front of the long table. Owen Harris Wearing a neat formal suit, he walked onto the stage with his head held high.
"First of all, I want 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 picked up the wine glass.
After sharing a glass of wine, Owen continued: "In this operation, in addition to taking over almost all valuable positions in the Crouch faction, after consultation with the Minister of Magic Fudge, we also obtained A victory!"
Owen paused, looked around the wizards in the audience, and was satisfied to find that all their attention was focused on him, so he continued: "I, I, Owen Harris, have been promoted to Deputy Minister of Magic, my second My son, Len Harris, took over my original position as Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
Owen frowned slightly. Fudge firmly disagreed with Albert taking over Scrimgeour's position. Instead, he would rather provide conditions for Daisy, who was not qualified enough, to take over. This was really... Owen suppressed his displeasure.
"And my eldest daughter, Daisy Harris, has been appointed as the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. She is 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 the direction of Daisy, and Daisy, who was usually a bit careless, gracefully performed a wizard's salute.
"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 new elites of Hogwarts who join the Harris family. Please also pay attention to this. Next year, try to restrain the compatriots in the training class from publicly expressing their opinions on this matter. In return, Fudge will try to award a few more third-class Order of Merlin medals for your heroic performance when the game was attacked."
Owen Harris looked at the excited little wizards and ignored the behavior of his family during the sea snake incident. He couldn't help but think: Children are easily satisfied. The gold content of the third-class medal is not high. That liar Gilderoy Lockhart could get one back then. It is completely different from the one he won for his son next. Alan still had to let Penello teach the Aurors. The Cerberus Summoning Curse counts his significant academic contributions to be eligible for application. He also told Fudge that the wizarding world needs to create a new character that has nothing to do with Dumbledore and the savior Harry Potter created by Dumbledore. With reasons like idol, he was reluctantly persuaded to help apply.
"Next, I would like to introduce to you the heir to our Harris family, my youngest son - Alan Harris. Everyone here should be familiar with him, so I will not go into detail about his excellence. , I hope that his future achievements will not disappoint you. In addition, the Minister of Magic is also seeking for Alan the First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin because of Alan's rescue of a train of Muggles and his significant contribution to the academic field of summoning spells!"
Mr. Harris said with a proud face, "Let us welcome Alan Harris to speak a few words for us."
"Albert, aren't you the eldest son?" Fleur, who was wearing a moon-white bare-shouldered dress, said with her red lips pouted.
"Without Allen, there would be no Harris today." Albert hurriedly turned his head and looked at Fleur, and then breathed a sigh of relief to find that she was playing with her silver hair carelessly. It was obvious that she was just a little curious and didn't really care about him. Whether to become an heir or not.
Amidst thunderous applause, Allen, who took off his usual school uniform and wore an H94 uniform, flew to the stage. Soft lights came from nowhere, illuminating the high stage.
"My brothers, sisters, and friends: Your applause should not be given to me as a gift. It should be dedicated to yourselves." The wand in Allen's hand drew a semicircle and pointed to the wizards in the audience.
"So please applaud yourself." Allen took the lead in applauding gently, and the audience was filled with cheers and applause from the wizards.
"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, ordinary wizards, poor students, and people who can't use spells well. That’s why I don’t let them join the training class organized by me, and I don’t let them join the Harris family.”
Allen put his hands behind his back, stepped on his feet and said solemnly, "I don't hate them, no."
"I think," Allen paused for a moment, "ordinary wizards are not humble, they are just different from us. They are not worthless, but have value."
The audience was extremely quiet, and the young wizards were all attracted by Allen's views, which were different from those of them, who were elites in the wizarding world.
"Talent blooms only in a very small number of souls," Allen once again drew an elegant circle to the wizards in the audience. After a huge patron saint spell--a phoenix flew around the entire field, He slowly took back the wand and pointed it gently down 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 those of 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 top of the wand pointed directly at the sky.
As soon as he finished speaking, thunder exploded in the sky, and the wizards in the audience cheered excitedly. The old wizards who had served Grindelwald and were already dead in the wind listened to this familiar speech and became even more excited. He was so excited that his eyes filled with tears, and he couldn't help himself. He stood up as if he had burst out with new vitality, and raised his wand to the sky with Allen.
Penello looked at these old men with tears streaming down their faces. Although she felt her blood boiling, it was really hard to understand why these people reacted more than she did. Could it be that these elderly people liked Allen more than she did?
"Why are you reacting so loudly?" Unable to restrain his curiosity, Penello asked quietly.
"You should be glad that there are no opponents here today." A follower of Grindelwald next to him wiped away his tears and snot, and smiled at her maliciously with a big mouth full of missing teeth.