All things are three at Hogwarts

"Okay, Albert is in the room." Allen smiled, looking at Penello intently.

Penello smiled brightly and entered the tent first.

"Hi, Penello." Daisy rubbed her shoulders and walked downstairs, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hey, Daisy, what's wrong with you?" Penello tilted her head and glanced upstairs.

"Her massage skills are much worse than yours." Daisy muttered, and Penello's eyes fell on Allen's door.

"Oh?" Penello glanced at Allen teasingly.

Allen rubbed his nose uncomfortably.

"It felt like she was interrogating me. I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what to do." Daisy didn't notice the quarrel between the two people.

Penello couldn't help laughing.

"Penello?" Albert walked out of the room and heard Penelo's voice.

"Albert, after a night of hard work by all the Aurors, all the injured have been properly treated. Except for the troublemakers who need to be sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the others have been brought to the Ministry of Magic to await interrogation. As for those Muggles who were harmed last night, they have all been given the Forgetting Curse after treatment." Penelo simply introduced the situation to Albert.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Albert nodded and was surprised to see a joking smile suddenly appear on Penello's face across from him. He couldn't help but curiously asked, "Is there anything else?"

Penello gently brushed the broken hair on his forehead and said with a smile: "There was a troublemaking wizard who had escaped capture, but was actually killed by Muggles."

All the attention was on Penelo and it was incredible.

"Witnesses saw that in the woods, a short but very strong, bald dark wizard with tattoos all over his body escaped capture and bumped into a Muggle while running. He wanted to torture the Muggle, but he got carried away and in his hands The ironwood wand accidentally fell out of his hands, and was snatched by the Muggles instead." Penello leaned on the armchair behind him, raised his eyebrows, and showed a playful smile on his lips.

"He actually lost his wand?" Daisy asked in surprise.

"He's not the only one. I heard that Ron from the Weasley family also lost his wand and hasn't found it back yet." Albert smiled.

"Anything can happen in the chaos." Penello shrugged. "What you can't think of is yet to come. The dark wizard used the hardest ironwood wand, and it was very sharp. The Muggle used the wand as a dagger. , stabbed straight into the dark wizard's abdomen, and then pulled it out. His intestines were even dragged out and scattered on the ground, with blood flowing everywhere."

Penello's face showed undisguised sarcasm and happiness, "The trees in the forest and the mud were covered with his bloody handprints. Perhaps he wanted to take back his wand and treat himself. Obviously, he failed to achieve his goal. He struggled for a long time and died. It’s really pitiful.”

"Oh, I'm afraid Mr. Malfoy won't be very happy to hear this." Penello thought of Malfoy, whom she had just met at the tent door. "That dark wizard happens to have the same name as Draco."

"Albert, Len, it's time for us to go to the Ministry of Magic." Mr. Harris walked out of the study. Although he had not slept all night, he still seemed to be in good spirits.

"We have arrested so many people and have to try them one by one. We may have to work overtime in the ministry these days. There is no need to prepare food for us. Alan, maybe you will be able to get the second-level Order of Merlin soon. ."

Mr. Harris looked at Allen, "You transported the wounded during the battle so that they could receive timely treatment. Fudge decided to win the Merlin Level 2 Medal for you. The Bulgarian minister knelt down in front of Fudge. He was very happy."

Mr. Harris looked at Allen with a smile, and Allen immediately understood the real reason for receiving the medal.

Mr. Harris hugged his wife when there was a knock on the door.

Allen opened the door and couldn't take his eyes away immediately. Standing outside the door was an extremely beautiful girl with long waterfall-like silver hair hanging down to her waist. She has big blue eyes and neat white teeth.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Harris's tent?" The beautiful girl's voice was slightly hoarse, and she spoke English with a French accent.

Allen immediately came to his senses, how come all the beautiful girls who came today are looking for Albert?

"Has Penello been here?" asked an Auror with a tan face.

"Hello d'Artagnan, long time no see." Allen recognized the Auror's identity and quickly greeted him, "Penello is inside. Are you here to see her? Come in quickly."

After d'Artagnan's introduction, everyone finally understood that this stunningly beautiful girl was called Fleur Delacour, and she came specifically to thank Penello.

The elderly witch that Penello saved using "damage transfer" last night was Fleur's grandmother.

Fleur rushed forward with a passion that Penello could not imagine, and kissed Penello twice on each cheek.

Penello looked like he was frightened, which made Alan burst into laughter.

Fleur immediately turned to look at him, "Ah, and you guys also helped."

Fleur walked up to Allen, raised her head, and kissed him twice. Then, everyone present was thanked by her.

Alan noticed that Albert's ears turned red when Fleur approached.

Albert's feelings at this time were very complicated. It was not that he had never had a girlfriend, but he had never felt like this before. He felt like his face was on fire. If heat came out of his ears again, he would not be able to do it at all. It won't be surprising.

Almost everyone present received a kiss from this charming girl.

Mr. Harris rubbed his waist that was pinched by Mrs. Harris and shouted for Albert and Len to leave.

Penello seemed a little unable to withstand the French guy's enthusiasm, and left quickly. They Aurors still had many things to be busy with.

The tent soon became quiet again, and Allen found Hermione sitting alone at the dining table, constantly fiddling with the food on the plate with a fork, but not taking a bite.

"Hermione, you don't seem very happy." Allen walked over to Hermione and sat down.

"I just realized that my massage was terrible." Hermione looked a little sad.

"Well... how about ordering something delicious? What would you like to eat?" Alan suggested.

"Cheesecake from Little Mama's Cake Shop." Hermione gave an answer that Alan didn't expect, but was reasonable.