All things are three at Hogwarts

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 behind Dumbledore. , 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 he be rescued by you? Out of respect for you, Principal Dumbledore, we Aurors will not enter Hogwarts Castle unless necessary. We should have informed Professor McGonagall." Albert 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 is not suitable to lead the Harris family, and Len also said that you are more suitable than him as the future head of the Harris family. They will support you." Owen Harris The husband has his own plan in mind and has already arranged everything properly.

"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." Mr. Harris 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.

Mrs. Harris and Aunt Josephine, with the cooperation of the house elf Maggie, have been busy all day for this celebration feast. 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 were originally Grindelwald's men and are now affiliated with the Harris family performed outstandingly in the training class. The elites who 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 at the front of the long table. Mr. Harris Wearing straight formal clothes, we walked onto the stage with our heads held high.

"First of all, I want to thank you all for coming, thank you for your contribution to the Harris family, and congratulations on the rewards you have received." Mr. Harris 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, Mr. Harris 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 Another win”

Mr. Harris 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, my second son Len Harris succeeds me as Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Mr. Harris 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... Mr. Harris held back 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." Harry Mr. Si stretched out his hand in the direction of Daisy, and Daisy 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 couldn't help but think: Children are easily satisfied. The gold content of the third-class medal is not high. Back then, that liar Gilderoy Lockhart could get one. It was completely different from the one he was going to fight for for his son. Alan still had to let Penello teach the hell of Aurors. The Canine Summoning Curse counts his significant academic contributions as being eligible for application. He also told Fudge that the wizarding world needs to create an Uncle Charlie that has nothing to do with Dumbledore and the savior Harry Potter created by Dumbledore:

With the reason of being a new 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 he I will not disappoint you with my future achievements, and the Minister of Magic is also seeking for Alan the Order of Merlin First Class Medal because of his saving a train of Muggles and his significant contribution to the academic discipline of summoning!"

Mr. Harris looked proud and said "Let us welcome Alan Harris to say 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 looked at Fleur and found that she was playing with her hair carelessly. It was obvious that she was just a little curious and didn't really care about whether he would become the heir.

Amidst the thunderous applause, Allen, who took off his usual school uniform and wore an h94 uniform, flew to the stage. The soft light came from nowhere, illuminating the high stage. The soft light I don't know where it came from, lighting up 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 inferior, 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 phoenix flew around the audience, he slowly He slowly retracted 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: "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.