All things are three at Hogwarts

"Alan Harris." A deep voice sounded.

Krum followed Allen, and Allen looked at him doubtfully.

Although he walks with splayed legs, his speed is not slow at all.

"Harris, do you know where Hermione is?" Krum bluntly stated his purpose.

"She is in a very safe place." Allen said quickly with a hint of displeasure in his heart.

"With all due respect, Krum, you and Hermione are not familiar enough to call each other by their first names." Allen looked directly at Krum.

"So this lady is also a very close good friend of yours?" Krum glanced at Penelo next to Allen. He had no front teeth, and his somewhat leaky voice gave his tone a funny exotic flavor. .

"This has nothing to do with you." Allen ignored Krum and quickened his pace.

Kingsley's side looked very bad. He was reeling from side to side, and various spells were intertwined around him.

"Phantom Killer." Allen raised his arm, and a spell was accurately shot on a tall wizard who was waving his wand desperately.

A vague black mist enveloped the wizard's head.

The wizard suddenly threw away his wand, as if he had seen something extremely frightening, and huddled on the ground, trembling.

Suddenly, he let out a loud belch, twitched and fainted.

The hooded wizard next to him was obviously startled by this sudden turn of events. Kingsley seized this opportunity and hit him with a petrifying spell.

The last wizard who besieged Kingsley was subdued to the ground by the surrounding Aurors.

"Oh, thank you..." Kingsley wanted to express his gratitude, but was interrupted by Penello.

"Treat their injuries first." Penello said, showing a gentle smile, holding the hand of the elderly witch hiding behind Kingsley, and put her hand on the ground to faint. On the fallen wizard.

Penello stretched out her wand, but Kingsley grabbed her arm, "Penello, what are you going to do?"

Kingsley's expression was extremely serious.

"Of course I'm treating her injuries. It's too slow to use medicine. I'll use damage transfer and she'll get better soon." Penello looked at the wizard lying on the ground with disgust, "There's no reason to do evil. Nothing happens to people, but innocent people have to endure pain.”

"No, Penelo, this is against the rules." Kingsley wanted to continue to stop him, but Allen took a step forward and blocked Penelo.

"You don't have the ability to protect them. You can't even protect yourself. Now you accuse me. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Penello raised his eyebrows and mocked unceremoniously.

Then, she directly used damage transfer to transfer the injuries of the elderly witch to the fainted wizard.

He immediately let out a painful groan, and his arms were twisted into an extremely strange posture.

"You are also Aurors. You reacted quickly and were obviously well prepared. But we didn't receive any news. There must be a conspiracy here." Kingsley stared straight at Penello, not letting go of any change in her expression.

"Your training is too old-fashioned, and you are still playing like a spy. But we, relying on advanced equipment and clear division of labor group training, are enough to deal with any emergencies." Penello raised his red lips slightly, raising his voice. Volume, "You are out of date."

Everyone around heard her last words and looked at Kingsley.

"It seems that you won't accept my treatment for you through damage transfer." Penello raised his eyebrows and continued: "Kingsley, aren't you the best at soothing people and making them calm? I'll leave a few people for you. You, you are injured anyway, just help the injured here, don’t delay our fight.”

Following Penello's gesture, several young Auror reserves walked out of the team.

Kingsley's face was extremely ugly, but Penello no longer stayed, held his collar badge, whispered something, and strode away.

"Albert informed the assembly." Penello simply explained to Allen.

"Kingsley will definitely tell Scrimgeour of his suspicions today," Penello said quickly.

"Rufus is a resolute man. Most of his energy after joining the work has been devoted to dealing with dark wizards. He will definitely like your actions tonight. He has been at odds with pro-Dumbledore wizards because of this matter. Pass."

Mr. Harris had already discussed this matter with his three sons, so Allen was not worried at all and comforted Penelo with gentle words.

Allen and the others quickly passed through the camp and entered the dense forest to a relatively open highland. After going deeper, Allen found his father, Mr. Harris. Next to him stood Minister Fudge, and a wizard who looked like an old lion.

The distance they were observing was crowded with people. Masked and unmasked Death Eaters faced off against uniformed young Auror reservists.

Alan's eldest brother Albert was at the forefront.

"What if the main force of the trouble continues to be in a stalemate with us?" Fudge looked at the considerable number of Death Eaters gathered in the distance, and wiped his sweaty forehead with his sleeves.

Mr. Harris saw Allen from a distance and nodded to him. Hearing Fudge's words, his eyes flashed and he murmured softly, "If we don't let go of the authority to attack at will, I'm afraid this battle won't be easy to fight."

Scrimgeour next to him heard Mr. Harris's whisper and glanced at him in surprise. It seemed that since his son became an Auror, Mr. Harris not only changed from a dove to a hawk, but now even started to support him. The right to fire at will which he had vetoed back then.

Whatever the reasons for Mr. Harris's change of attitude, Scrimgeour welcomed the change.

"Minister, before things get too big, let's temporarily bypass the vote and release the authority to fire at will. In this way, once you successfully subdue these troublemakers, you will have merit as a leader." Scrimgeour advised in a deep voice, speaking. Very convincing.

"Otherwise, things will change later. If you push them too hard, they may take heavy action. Once there are casualties, in the current form, it will be an international scandal. Minister, you need to make a decision as soon as possible."

Scrimgeour's words made Fudge, who was in an anxious state, find his backbone. He nodded, and followed Scrimgeour's words, notifying the Aurors below that he had been given permission to fire at will.

Scrimgeour stared at the troublemakers who were beginning to become restless.

A satisfied smile flashed across Mr. Harris's lips, inducing Fudge to let go of his firing authority. This was originally part of their plan, and now, it was successfully completed.