All things are three at Hogwarts

After suppressing their worries about Albert, everyone returned to their rooms under Owen's greeting. Perhaps only the little sister Emily could sleep soundly in the whole house. In the middle of the night, Allen, who had not yet fallen asleep, keenly heard whispers coming from the living room. He quietly got up from the bed and hid behind the pillars of the porch in the living room.

It turned out that Alan's father Owen and Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt had not had a substantive conversation until this moment.

"Owen, you know the ministry's confidentiality regulations. I cannot reveal the specific circumstances of Albert's mission, but please believe that we are indeed doing our best to search and rescue Albert." Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt rubbed his hands He pinched his brows, looking very embarrassed.

Owen frowned and changed his words: "Kingsley, please understand a father's mood when he is faced with not knowing whether his son is alive or dead. From your words tonight, I feel that Albert is embarking on an extremely dangerous plan. Mission, you don’t have to tell me the specific content of the mission, but can you reveal a little bit about what might happen to my son? This is a father’s request.”

"Well, Owen, this was Albert's favorite book before his accident. You can read it first." Kingsley still adhered to the principle of not revealing the specific mission, but he seemed to be touched and provided a hint.

Owen flipped through the book quickly and found that such a boring and obscure mythological story could not be read in a short while. He began to think about finding a time to talk to his youngest son. This book was given to Kingsley by Allen. Yes, he must have read it - Owen knew that Allen had photographic memory, and that his intelligence and thoroughness meant that he could not just be treated as a first-grade child. At least in terms of reading, the younger son should be better than other Harrys. Siduqiang.

While Owen was browsing absentmindedly, Kingsley, who was silent next to him, suddenly asked: "Owen, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"What should I do?" Owen responded casually. He was very puzzled now and was thinking about this mythical book and Albert's strange information.

"Your children...with all due respect." Kingsley suddenly leaned forward and sincerely suggested, "Those Indian wizards can't find any trace of Albert, and they will most likely come back. Maybe they will when the time comes." It's not good for you. Although the Ministry of Magic will send Aurors to protect you, you also know that the situation in the Auror office has not been filled with new blood for a long time. This year's batch of three-year trainees may only have the disguised horse. The Gus girls were able to get through... We can't handle it, so I personally suggest it's better to hide."

The other party reminded him repeatedly, and Owen had to face up to this problem: "Emily can stay at my sister Josephine's house for a while, Alan can maybe go back to Hogwarts first, and Morgan le Fay and Daisy can stay at home temporarily. Stay at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. Len and I can travel back and forth between the Ministry of Magic and home. Don't object in a hurry, please listen to me." Owen stopped Kingsley's words of dissuasion that were about to blurt out.

"I know that you and the ministry are worried about the safety of my family, but as you said, if those Indian guys can't find Albert, they will definitely come to the house. If the house is empty, they will Realizing that we are already on guard, in that case, they may invest more manpower and material resources to find Albert in other ways, which will make my eldest son's situation even more dangerous. Furthermore, if they dare to break in , I also really want to catch those Indians and ask for information about my son. You know, Lunn and I have good results in the N.E.W.Ts of Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and we are in our own home, which is enough to guarantee Your own safety." Owen looked determined, and it was clear that as a father, he had made up his mind.

"Okay, since you insist. I will communicate with the ministry and temporarily open the floo network from the ministry to your home directly to facilitate timely reinforcements. It's late at night, Owen, let's talk about this first, I have to go back to the ministry to do this Write arrangements." Kingsley said goodbye to Owen, then stood up to leave.

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

Allen quickly returned to his room, climbed back on the bed and got back under the quilt, but not long after, Owen knocked on Allen's door, and Allen deservedly pretended to be half asleep and rubbed his eyes.

Owen sat on his son's bed and slyly touched the warm quilt with his hands. However, he calmly asked his younger son directly: "Sorry, Allen, you are already asleep, I have to delay." Just a moment, I have something very important to ask you."

Allen noticed that his father's movements were a little awkward, and he also sat up. The wind and snow were blowing outside, the lights in the house were dim, and there were many dangers behind the tranquility and comfort, just like the calm before the storm.

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

Owen looked thoughtful. "Dad, have you ever heard of the Indian moon god?" Alan asked softly.

"I don't know much, so just tell me." Owen looked at Allen intently, knowing that even though his youngest son was still young, he was not a targetless person.

"In India, the moon god is called chandra, which means 'bright and dazzling'. According to the book, the moon god is a male with four hands, a scepter in one hand and a scepter in the other. The immortal dew, the third hand holds the lotus, and the remaining hand is in a defensive state. The three-wheeled chariot he drives is pulled by antelopes or ten horses as white as jasmine." Allen stopped here. Silently, he looked at his father meaningfully.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Harris asked suspiciously.

"Although almost everyone in this world desires immortality, who is the most famous in the British wizarding world?" The words Allen spat out softly and the Dark Mark he pointed at made Owen shudder.

"That person who must not mention his name?" Owen's heart was filled with waves. Memories of the Dark Period caused by the First Wizarding War came to his mind. He shook his head to wake up a little, "But hasn't he been defeated by Harry Potter? ?"

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

Seeing his youngest son's mature reaction, Owen briefly stated his plan. As soon as he finished speaking, Allen objected, "No, dad, I can't go back to Hogwarts, even though it is the safest place."

Owen thought of Allen's intention after a moment of surprise, "No, Allen, although you are indeed very capable, you are still a child after all. You must - you must stay at Hogwarts, and you are not allowed to go to Amber." special."

"Father, think about it, Emily is still young. Do you trust her to live alone at Aunt Josephine's house? Will she feel abandoned? Will she be sad?" Faced with a father who is impatient to take up parental authority. , Allen's tone was still unhurried, "If you think she is safe in Aunt Josephine's house, doesn't it mean nothing if there are so many of me? I am good at Charms. If I need to fight, I will at least I can take care of my sister for a while so that my aunt can relax."

Allen's clear and logical explanation changed Owen's mind: "Okay, but don't run around and take good care of the little sweet bear."