Hogwarts and the Unspeakable

"Dear Mr. Ollivander, please don't tell this matter. Otherwise, I will be in danger."

"For the safety and peace of Britain, you must keep it secret. I will be killed by the French! Or the KGB, CIA."

Alan looked pathetic.

"I thought the French were friends and allies with us."

Ollivander said in confusion.

"That's true now. But they've been working against us for the past 900 years."

Allen shrugged.

"It doesn't have to be like this. My son. Someone from MI6 will handle this kind of news."

Sir Humphrey said calmly.

"However, recently some people seem to be saying that the British wand researchers have worked hard and made great achievements, especially the leading figures of this generation. They are fully worthy of an honorary title and then join the glorious House of Lords."

Sir Humphrey scratched his head and revealed a key piece of news.

Allen noticed that at that moment, Mr. Ollivander's eyes suddenly lit up, visible to the naked eye.

"However, an important criterion of honor is whether a person is reliable. (sound)"

"And a man's reliability depends on his ability to prove his loyalty to Britain."

Sir Humphrey announced proudly, like a priest preaching.

"For example, keeping secrets for Britain." Sir Humphrey nodded towards Ollivander.

"What do you think? Mr. Ollivander (sir)" Sir Humphrey smiled "friendly".

"I think I can definitely prove my loyalty to my motherland."

Mr. Ollivander also said proudly.

"Very good. Then, please accept the next anti-memory reading spell."

Sir Humphrey narrowed his eyes, murderous intent suddenly appeared.

People die for wealth and birds die for food. Mr. Ollivander nodded without hesitation.

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It didn't take long for the spell to end.

Everyone outside was waiting impatiently, and now Mr. Ollivander came out.

Sir Humphrey also carefully poked his head out of the back room, and then led Alan out.

"Lucius! Long time no see."

"Humphrey. My old friend."

Allen walked out of the room and saw two big men holding hands intimately, with great strength and exposed veins.

They faced each other and smiled, but their pride in each other was deeply revealed, and their eyes seemed to be piercing with sparks.

"Dear son, this is my good friend, Sir Lucius Malfoy (Lord). His noble behavior and elegant manners must be a good example for you. He is also the director of Hogwarts, by the way. A mouthful."

Sir Humphrey introduced his son "friendly".

The blond middle-aged man also introduced Sir Humphrey to his children.

"Sir Humphrey Appleby. Permanent Under Secretary for Administration and one of the most powerful men in Britain. Son, you must learn from Sir (sir) for his wisdom and kindness."

Sir Lucius seems a little colder than Sir Humphrey, and he is not as kind to his son as Sir Humphrey.

"You forgot to mention that I am also a knight. My old friend. (Lord)"

Sir Humphrey promptly reminded Sir Lucius of his intentional language disorder.

Alan held out his hand.

"Hello, Sir Lucius. So you must be Draco. My dad always praises your talents at home."

Allen extended his hand in a friendly manner.

"Draco Malfoy. What's your name?"

"Alan Appleby."

"Your boy is so kind, and as versatile as Sir Humphrey."

"Quiteso" Sir Humphrey raised his head proudly, turning a deaf ear to Lucius's sarcasm.

Then he narrowed his eyes to cover up the murderous intention in his heart.

What a boy, you mocked me in front of my son. You are in trouble.

Sir Humphrey thought to himself.

"So, if you don't mind, I'm going to take my son and continue shopping.",

After saying goodbye with no faults in etiquette, Sir Humphrey led Alan to leave.

Allen had to express how lucky he was. Alan used to envy Harry Potter's parents for leaving him a lot of money, but now he realized what a powerful man Sir Humphrey Appleby was. Others trade in Galleons, but Sir Humphrey, in addition to Galleons, can also use the titles and honors that the British care more about to trade. This kind of power's favor is far more valuable than galleons.

"Where are we going next?" Sir Humphrey touched his chin.

"Gringotts? Or Borgin's and Burke's? Forget it. If I dare to walk around the door of Borkin' and Burke's, the photo will be put on the front page of the Daily Prophet. And even my name will not appear. - 'A senior civil servant is obsessed with black magic'. I'm sure the British newspapers will say that."

Humphrey said helplessly. At this moment, he suddenly said to his back.

"What are you doing? Didn't I ask for leave? My son has to go to school, so he has to give us some time for family fun, right?"

Sir Humphrey frowned in displeasure and complained.

"I'm so sorry, Sir. But top-secret items have been stolen. We must get them back. It's up to you to find it! There's really nothing we can do. The searcher from the Department of Mysteries is dead!"

"God condemn them! This idiot Hagrid! I said he shouldn't join the searchers. That old madman Dumbledore would put on small shoes for others and protect his giant bastard! I really don't understand, is Hagrid his biological child? Isn’t it possible? These stupid terrorists, even the KGB would not do such a thing! This is an unlucky profession!"

Sir Humphrey cursed angrily, he was a little hysterical.

"Hey. People who serve the Queen don't have holidays." Sir Humphrey said helplessly.

"Son. I'm so sorry. I'm going to clean up the wizarding world of Britain. After all, your father has long decided to dedicate himself wholeheartedly to this country. Crisp will ask you to go to the Malfoys, so you can Let them take you home. Okay, no time. I have to get going."

"I love you. Go ahead son!"

What happens after the scolding is over? I can turn down any ordinary job, but this is a "top secret" level thing! And since the searchers were all dead, this must have been an organized crime conspiracy. For the safety of the British wizarding community, Jazz must kill them.

"Apparate!"

Before Alan could say "I love you, Dad." Sir Humphrey disappeared in an instant.

Alan looked sad.

Well, although his soul is not young anymore. But maybe he has been spoiled?

We had obviously agreed to go shopping together and go home together. This happened again.

Forget it, I'm used to it. What else can be done? There's no solution, right?

Not to mention that Allen's memory age is about thirty years old. Even if you are forty, do you still miss home and your parents?

"Bang." There was a soft sound.

The house elf Crisp appeared next to Alan in an instant.

"Let's go, Crisp."

Allen's back looked particularly desolate.

While walking, he suddenly remembered something and said to Crisp.

"You have been serving the Appleby family for so many years, but we have not paid you a penny in wages."

"Do you want me to pay you? That way you'll be a free and unique individual. Not an accessory."

But Crisp couldn't stop laughing.

"Sir Sir, you don't have to worry about me. Everyone has his own ambitions. I care more about 'honor' and 'loyalty' than so-called freedom." Crisp said seriously. It doesn't look like the house elf's sense of joy that has lost its mind.

Allen lowered his head and walked in the direction directed by Crisp, but only saw a shadow blocking him.

Looking up, Sir Lucius forced an ugly smile, while Draco Malfoy stared at Allen curiously.

"Your father asked me to take care of you and bring you back to my home."