Hogwarts Everything is Three

　　 Suppressing the worry about Albert, everyone returned to their rooms under Owen's greetings. Perhaps only the little sister Emily can sleep soundly in the whole house. In the middle of the night, Alan, who had not yet fallen asleep, keenly heard a whisper in the living room. He quietly got up from the bed and hid behind the pillars of the living room porch.

　　 It turned out that Allen’s father Owen and Mr. Kingsley Shackle did not start a substantive conversation until then.

"Owen, you know the confidentiality regulations of the Ministry. I cannot divulge the specifics of Albert's mission, but please believe that we are indeed doing our best to search and rescue Albert." Mr. Kingsley Shackler rubbed his hands. He pinched his brows and looked very embarrassed.

Owen frowned and changed his statement: "Kingsley, please understand a father's mood when facing his son's life or death. From your words tonight, I feel that Albert is going through an extremely dangerous situation. Mission, you don’t need to tell me the specific content of the mission, but can you tell me a little bit about what might happen to my son? This is a father’s request.”

　　 "Well, Irving, this is Albert's favorite book to read before the accident. You can read it first." Kingsley still insisted on the principle of not revealing the specific tasks, but it seemed to be touched to provide a hint.

Owen flipped through the book quickly and found that this kind of boring and obscure mythology could not be read in a short while, and he began to plan to find the time to talk to his younger son. This book was given to Kingsley by Alan. Yes, he must have read it-Owen knows that Alan has the ability to remember, and his intelligence and thoroughness can't just treat him as a first-year child. At least in reading, the youngest son should be better than other Harrys. Sturdy.

　　While Owen was a little absent-minded to leaf through it, Kingsley, who was silent next to him, suddenly asked, "Owen, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

　　 "What should I do?" Irving responded casually. He was very puzzled now, thinking about this myth-like book and Albert's strange information.

"Your children... IMHO." Kingsley suddenly leaned forward and sincerely suggested, "Those Indian wizards can't find Albert's trace. They are likely to come back, maybe they will. It’s not good for you. Although the Ministry of Magic will send Aurors to guard you, you also know that the situation in the Auror’s office has not been refilled for a long time recently. This year’s three-year trainees may only be the only one who is the disguised horse. Girl Gus can pass... we can't bear it, so I personally recommend hiding."

The other party reminded again and again that Owen had to face up to this question: "Emily can go to my sister Josephine’s house for a short stay, Alan may be able to return to Hogwarts first, Morgan Le Fay, Daisy can temporarily stay Stay in St Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital. Len and I can travel between the Ministry of Magic and the house. Don’t rush to object, please listen to me.” Owen stopped Kingsley’s soon to blurt out dissuasion.

"I know that you and the ministry are worried about the safety of my family, but as you said, if the Indians cannot find Albert, they will definitely touch the house. If there is no one in the house, they will Realizing that we are prepared, in that case, they may invest more manpower and material resources to find Albert in other ways, which will make my elder son’s situation more dangerous. Moreover, if they dare to break in , I also really want to catch those Indians and ask for information about my son. You know, Lenn and I have good scores on the curse and Defense against the Dark Arts NEWTs, and they are in my own home, enough to guarantee Your own safety." Owen was determined, and he could see that he was determined as a father.

"Well, since you insist. I will communicate with the ministry and open the Floo network from the ministry to your home for the time being to facilitate timely reinforcements. It's late at night, Owen, let's talk about this first, I have to go back to the ministry. Write the arrangements." Kingsley said goodbye to Owen, and then got up to leave.

　　 "Thank you, Kingsley, for your hard work." Owen took Kingsley's hand gratefully and sent him out of the house.

　　 Allen hurriedly returned to his room, climbed back to the bed and got back into the quilt, but it didn't take long for Owen to knock on Allen's door, and Allen was worth pretending to be half-dreaming and rubbing his eyes.

Owen sat on his son's bed and slyly touched the temperatureless quilt, but he did not break the quilt quietly, but directly asked the younger son: "Sorry, Alan, you are already asleep, I have to delay For a little while, I have something very important to ask you."

　　 Allen noticed that his father's movements were a bit awkward, and he sat up too. The wind and snow were blowing outside, the lights in the house were dim, and the tranquility and comfort were full of dangers, just like the tranquility before the storm.

　　 "Father, you must want to ask about that book, right? I'll tell you." Alan guessed his father's intentions and explained the ins and outs of the book clearly.

　　 Owen looked thoughtful. "Dad, have you heard of the moon **** in India?" Allen asked softly.

　　 "I don't know much, just tell me." Irving looked at his Alan intently, knowing that his younger son, even if he was still young, was not an aimless person.

"In India, the moon **** is called chandra, which means'bright and dazzling\'. According to the book, the moon **** is a male with four hands, one holding a scepter and the other With the immortal fairy dew, the third hand holds the lotus flower, and the other hand is in a defensive state. The tricycle he drives is driven by antelopes or ten horses that are as white as jasmine." Allen said here and stopped. Stay silent, don't look at your father deeply.

　　 "What do you mean?" Mr. Harris asked suspiciously~www.NovelMTL.com~Although almost everyone in the world longs for immortality, who is the most famous in the British wizarding world? "Allen's lightly uttered words and the dark mark he was pointing made Owen shudder.

"The one who can't mention the name?" Irving's heart was tumultuous, and the memory of the dark period caused by the First Wizarding War appeared in his heart. He shook his head and sobered up a bit. "But he has been defeated by Harry Potter. ?"

Allen sat cross-legged on the bed and shrugged: "Who knows, maybe it is more likely to be his Death Eater, or he himself, everything is possible, but we have to plan for the worst. Father, what are you going to do? Place us?"

　　 Seeing the mature reaction of the younger son, Owen briefly spoke about his plan. As soon as his voice fell, Allen objected, "No, Dad, I can't go back to Hogwarts, even though that is the safest place."

Owen thought of Allen's intentions after a momentary accident, "No, Allen, although you are indeed very capable, you are still a child after all. You must—be at Hogwarts, and you are not allowed to go to Albert. special."

"Father, think about it, Emily is still young, can you rest assured that she lives alone in Aunt Josephine's house? Will she feel abandoned? Will she be sad?" Facing a somewhat impatient father who took up parental authority , Allen’s tone was still calm, "If you think she’s safe in Aunt Josephine’s house, isn’t there a lot of me, isn’t it all right? I’ve learned spells well, and if I need to fight, I’ll at least I can take care of my sister for a while and let my aunt let go."

　　 Allen's clear and logical explanation changed Owen's thinking: "Okay, but don't run around, take good care of Little Sweet Bear."