All things are three at Hogwarts

Lunn, who walked out to investigate the situation, quickly turned around.

"Father, it's Scrimgeour!" the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement said urgently, "He launched a strike of those patrolling Aurors to protest our actions that bypassed him during this period!"

"Calm down, what are you doing!" Owen frowned and scolded, "Many people responded to him?"

"Yes, father... We were dissatisfied with the deliberate exclusion of the patrolling Aurors... Scrimgeour is very prestigious in their eyes..." Lunn responded immediately, "We have to stop them immediately, otherwise the security situation in our magical world may quickly deteriorate." If the situation deteriorates, the personal and property safety of wizards cannot be guaranteed. Our biggest advantage in attracting immigrants is that the British Ministry of Magic can ensure the safety of the British wizarding community."

Owen's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table out of habit. He pondered for a while under Lunn's eager gaze, and then said, "Why do you have to stop it right away?"

Lunn said anxiously: "Father..."

"Don't worry about them, let them go, let them go." Owen waved his hand and interrupted Lun, "If necessary, let Penello bring the armed force of the Red Umbrella Department to protect us. We are the Ministry of Magic, but we are also Harris.”

"Father does this..." Lunn said with some hesitation, "Let Umbrella maintain law and order, and Umbrella's armed forces will be mixed with the forces of the Ministry of Magic. Isn't it easier for people to misunderstand that we, Harris, are in control? Isn’t it true that the Ministry of Magic has given people an excuse?”

"That's why I asked you not to stop it right away." Owen emphasized his tone meaningfully. He walked to the window and watched the patrolling Aurors leaving the Ministry of Magic arm in arm. He sneered, "Wait really. When there is a security issue, people will only prioritize security issues instead of ensuring their safety... I know that many people now sympathize with purebloods and Scrimgeour. We should let them think clearly now, can they be like Now that I still have time to sympathize with whoever brought about the safe life..."

Lunn was finally calmer now. He thought about it for a while and figured out the relationship: "And because Scrimgeour's sudden strike has caused social security problems, how can this office director have the face to stay in the Ministry of Magic? When the time comes, they will be tried on charges of dereliction of duty, and he will be allowed to resign justifiably..."

"We should make ordinary wizards realize that danger is always around them. The armed Aurors who are always on the move are the fundamental reason why they do not become those refugees. Let them realize that if the Aurors are not taking action, the danger is approaching. The risk..." Owen smiled in a relaxed tone, "The experiences of those refugees are our best propaganda brochure for local wizards in the UK."

There was a sudden knock on the office door.

"Come in."

With permission, the door was opened and Albert walked in.

Albert said hello to Lunn first, and then walked to Owen, feeling a little depressed: "Sorry, father, I think you know, Scrimgeour is on strike now because of the armed Aurors."

"The armed Auror did nothing wrong from beginning to end, Albert." Lun immediately corrected his brother when he found out about the case, "Don't talk nonsense."

Owen looked at Albert and noticed that his eldest son's face was strangely heavy and frozen like ice: "It seems you have other bad news?"

"Yes, father, the results of the explosion are out..." Albert's tone was full of guilt, "The fat man who is good at explosives has determined the whole story... The results have been thoroughly investigated... This explosion was not done by purebloods. of…"

"Oh? Who is that? Those Italian immigrants who made trouble some time ago? This kind of half-hearted attack does have the Italian style of doing things..." As Lun said, he also noticed that Albert's mood was not right, and he asked in surprise, "Not Italian either?"

"In fact, we concluded that... this explosion was not an attack..." Albert looked a little ashamed, "The floating city has developed too fast, the safety awareness of those employees has not kept up, and there are loopholes in the safety regulations... that day What happened was that a wizard worker wanted to rush over to you while you were giving a speech, and took off the anti-static foot covers in advance... and then ignited the combustible dust in the room and started a fire, and finally blew up the warehouse of super powerful feces. …”

Owen frowned and leaned forward a little: "Are you sure? Is there any possibility of being tampered with?"

Albert said frustratedly: "I asked Allen to help me personally and restored the scene with prophecies..."

The stunned Lunn came back to his senses: "That's why no one from Bojin and the others are willing to admit that they did it... They also said that we did it ourselves, saying that this is a conspiracy theory..."

Owen turned around and sat back behind the desk, quietly covering up the embarrassment in his heart. Then he suddenly remembered something and was startled. Then he angrily scolded his eldest son, "You don't know what's right." What’s worse, if you asked Allen to help, wouldn’t this kid have escaped from Xenophilius?!!!”

"Father, stop joking!" Albert was obviously not in the mood to joke, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, and his fists were clenched tightly together, "How should we handle this situation? Allen told my father that you would have There’s a way…”

"Besides you and Penello's team, does anyone else know the results of the investigation about the explosion?" Owen said with a serious expression.

"There are no outsiders, because we are afraid that general armed Aurors who have connections with pure bloods will secretly destroy evidence..." Albert thought about the possible consequences of this matter in his mind, and said with some sympathy, "But, Father and the others... after all They didn't really attack you..."

"Albert, even if they did not attack father, it is true that they support the Death Eaters..." Lun felt a little embarrassed when he thought about the wizards who had been examined by his own hands, but he regained his composure after thinking about it, "So father, how about... During the trial, we focused on their collusion with the Death Eaters and those illegal transactions? Now that the wizards who colluded with the Death Eaters have been arrested on this basis, Scrimgeour is still doing this There is a strike, and almost all wizards at home and abroad are paying attention to the progress of the matter...The reason why many people still feel that our actions are too cruel and do not directly jump out to oppose it is precisely because you were assassinated first..."

Albert was helplessly aware of this. Under such circumstances, his father and brother were absolutely unwilling to leak the truth. Even though so many purebloods could have been arrested for supporting the Death Eaters, without the fact that their father was assassinated, the Ministry of Magic could only use the usual methods and could not let the arrests and interrogations go so far. But if he admits that he made a mistake, it will damage the reputation and prestige of Harris and the Ministry of Magic. As the Department of Magical Law Enforcement that directly gives orders, Lunn may have to take the blame and resign to quell the public anger caused by feeling that he has been deceived.

"These purebloods deserve their punishment even if they didn't do this... Albert, you don't have to feel any burden... Since it's our own people who are investigating... You let the wolf mother control the mouths of the people under him, especially the fat man, who can't speak to the outside world. It's not the job of an Auror." Owen put his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together. After pondering for a while, he raised his head and yelled at Albert, "Besides, you also know the situation over at Scrimgeour. Go back and organize the team, and immediately take your Aurors to maintain the important positions in the wizard gathering place as much as possible. As for those who are scattered... If you don't have enough manpower, you don't have to guard it. Let the floating city make some space for them. If you are willing, If you go, go up and stay... By the way, now go and call Penello over for me."

Albert responded and frowned when he heard Penelo's name. He understood that his father would probably have some tricks, but although he was a more upright man, he was also a Harris, so he withdrew very ably.