When Draco, who was elated to feel that he was being treated specially, entered the otherworldly door that had been opened for him and went to Harris's house, Alan turned to Penelope and said, "Penelope, let's take your Auror duty seriously in the last few days?

"Of course I'll go!" Peneloe licked the corners of her mouth unconsciously and made a slashing motion, "But Lucius's information... Alan, anyway, there are not many clean pure-blood families, so it is better to arrest them all, and you may not have heard, there are some Italian wizard refugees who are amusing their heads and making some inexplicable protests. ”

Alan looked surprised: "Italians, what are they protesting for? protesting that our ** ketchup is not delicious, or is there no one making pasta?"

"The minds of the wizarding refugees had been brainwashed by the local Muggle faith, and they were not used to seeing the undead walking around the streets, believing it to be a blasphemy against the Muggle gods... That is, they want us to stop creating and purifying undead labor. Penelope looked annoyed and confused, "You know, there are quite a few wizards from other places who have their own beliefs, and we have detected that some of the refugees have revealed that they want us to build a temple of their own gods in the Floating City in addition to worshipping the Mad Maiden. ”

"I don't care who they believe in their own homes, whether they believe in Luna or not, but if my Floating City can't accommodate a second temple, you can reveal it to their leader, I won't be like some Muggle countries are obedient to refugees..."

"Every time you mention a crazy girl, you're so obsessed. Penelope looked at Alan's annoyed expression with some jealousy, "That's why I suggested you just catch them all." ”

"Penello, as law enforcers, we have to talk about the rules ourselves in order to convince ordinary people. Alan shook his head in denial, and then began to cast another otherworldly gate, "And catching all of them will make ordinary people panic, and it will make people feel that going against us will not end well... Well, while that's true, you can't let it show it, and only a few of the leaders of the family, the other children, will the parents lose more of their minds because they want to save their loved ones... As for the refugees, find out what they are leading and supporting them behind, and clearly tell the refugees that they have a philosophy that they can leave and not live in the floating city if they are not satisfied, and I respect their customs and beliefs, but they must not affect the lives of others in the floating city, otherwise..."

"Okay. Penelope shrugged and replied in a disappointed tone.

Noticing Penelope's mood, Alan sighed: "Okay, I'll give you an idea... We can't do it without evidence, that is, we can allow ourselves to have solid evidence... Take a few people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and go check their business, search their homes... The assassination of Tom and Lucius gives us this reason to overdo it in this situation, and the average person will not be disgusted but will think that we are doing something... Don't go overboard. ”

With that, Alan burrowed into the portal.

Penelope jumped and chased after him: "Alan, let me kiss it!"

In the afternoon, Diagon Alley, as the largest wizarding shopping street in the UK, only old shops with feelings or unique tastes such as the Leaky Cauldron are still popular, and generally shops that do not have some personal skills have shifted their attention to the increasingly prosperous Hogwarts Floating City, and the former lively Diagon Alley is a lonely and decadent scene.

The patriarch of the Foley family, dressed in a dark green wizard's robe, hurried out of the famous wizarding tour company horror tour at 59 Diagon Alley, through the cobbled streets.

Hector Foley turns the gemstone ring on his hand with some distraction, just as he is on a more interesting inquiry about whether to rent a Vampire Castle in Transylvania or take a cruise across the Bermuda Triangle for a trip with his family, when he receives news that Noether and Bobin have come to visit him at the Tumbledown Alley bar.

Foley knew what the other party wanted to do, and these people were already anxious after knowing that Malfoy was Harris's spy, but since the last time Sirius traded favors for the Foley family to support Harris at Hogwarts Sirius, the Foley family has been in a relatively neutral position.

Now that Harris is basically in a safe situation, not to mention participating in their confrontation with Harris, it is not a good idea to meet with them, which is why he wants to take his family on a trip in this situation, he wants to stay away from this kind of right and wrong.

However, despite the kinship with each other, when he was approached, Foley still planned to meet them and persuade them.

Soon, a short distance from the Patchy Crucible shop on the north side of Diagon Alley, Foley turned into Tumbledown Alley, another magical business district in London besides Diagon Alley. There were all shops selling dark magic artifacts on both sides, and in the dark doorway, two male witches in ragged clothes who looked like they were presumably of the blood of a female ghost woman saw that it was him, shrunk their bodies into the shadows, and put away their malicious smiles - Foley himself didn't know these low-level monsters in the wizarding world, but he obviously knew him for a living.

As soon as I entered the bistro with the sign of "Kraken Bar" written on the sign of my store, I saw old Knott and Bobin sitting on the sofa in the corner of the Foley Bar, which looked much more luxurious than it looked from the outside of Tumbledown Alley, and there was enough distance between each one, and there was also a luxurious barrier so that the sound inside could not be transmitted and the sound from the outside could be transmitted normally - the actual consumer group of this bar was mostly the businessmen and customers in Tumbledown Alley, who liked to spend money and listen to music on this side. While talking about doing something that doesn't need to be too secretive.

A couple of sirens were crouching on a branch above the small stage, playing the transverse flutes for the only guests in the bar now—they weren't singing, because for many people it would be an irresistible and deadly song to hear so closely.

Mr. Foley asked the waitress who obviously had the blood of the harpy and caused some feathers on her head to go outside and put up a 'closed' sign, slammed the door shut, and asked quietly, as if she didn't know what they were coming from, "Why do you two have time to come to me today?

"Just to visit my cousin, why, I heard from your people that you just went on a horror trip? Do you want to go on a trip?" Annette Bobin smiled, as if she had really come to visit relatives.

"Yes, you know, the mystery man has been scattered again recently, and it should be safer to go out... However, I didn't know how to compare it before, but after learning a little about the Muggle world recently, I felt that our horror journey was really not a thing... Our wizard's tour company is not responsible for any accidental death or injury... Even if it was eaten by the living dead during their 'Face to Face with the Living Dead' tour...", Representative Fu grumbles, his tone aggravated at the defeat of Voldemort, and then looks at the old man who looks like a shriveled mantis, "Old Nott, you look really tough physically, and the healers of St. Mungo are pretty good." ”

"The Nott family has long been in ruins, but after my son who became a Death Eater and my grandson was expelled from Hogwarts for being fooled into working against Harris, so that the Nott family could never go there to study, I just became a ghost and had to come out of the sanatorium to move..." You've been turning down our invitations to you, and I understand you don't want to risk your family... Even if there is no longer a place for our twenty-eight races in Britain in the future... I understand, but I think you've heard about Malfoy's cunning peacocks, who betrayed once more... The Black family used favors to change the headmaster of Hogwarts, and now several of our families want you to do it at this time... I don't ask you and the neutral branches to support us, but for the sake of our relatives... The Divine Twenty-Eight Clans can no longer have any heirs. ”

“... When you heard that Alan Harris had defeated the mystery man... Even the first time he used the intrigue he used shouldn't have been against them..."Representative sighs as he looks at Bobin with a worried expression on the side, "Your pharmacy business is crushed, so change your business... To get to this point for some money... Alas..."

"Cousin, I'm sure it's none of my business if Lucius is assassinated... But what he has in his hands ... Harris won't miss this opportunity. Bobin's trembling voice showed that he was clearly more scared than she had just appeared.

"I don't have much weight... You must have found someone else, right? Who are they?" Ferguson pressed his head with his hand, and the family friendship of several generations made him have to secretly estimate in his heart how to keep their family without offending Harris, who he didn't want to provoke, at least not too alone and conspicuous - and finally how to squeeze enough benefits from these families who were on the wrong side.

"I don't want a manufacturing workshop... Cousin, for your niece's sake, Melinda... Please help us intercede. "I know that there are still parties at the unwilling, but I don't dare to attend these things, I don't know where and when ... But if..."

Bang dang!

At this moment, the door of the bar, which had been closed for business, was suddenly pushed open.