The trial was over, and the wizards left, leaving Dumbledore and Mr. Owen Harris after answering questions from reporters.

With a clattering sound, an elevator descended in front of them. The golden fence door slid open, and Dumbledore and Mr. Harris stepped into the elevator together.

The door to the elevator was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out. At the same time, several paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator. Dumbledore looked up as they flew slowly around his head.

"This tranquility in the wizarding world will soon be shattered, Voldemort and his Death Eater, Harris of the Ministry of Magic...... The Order of the Phoenix must unite......" Dumbledore worried about the situation Voldemort might face when he returned.

"Headmaster 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 make some records. Albert stood behind Dumbledore's side and leaned over to speak.

"Didn't Alastor get out of the way from you?" Dumbledore turned his head in surprise, and he and Albert looked at each other.

"Didn't you rescue him, out of respect for you, Headmaster Dumbledore, we Aurors won't enter Hogwarts Castle unless necessary, we should have told Professor McGonagall," Albert explained.

Dumbledore's hand reached into the sleeve of his magic robes, and a phoenix tail feather peeked out of the cuff for a small part, and after a moment it retracted.

As the elevator stopped in the lobby on the first floor, Dumbledore had just stepped out of the elevator when Fawkes appeared in front of him, his thin old hand stroking Fawkes's back, and his figure disappeared from the Ministry of Magic.

"In the evening, we Harris Family will hold a celebration banquet, at which I will introduce you as the heir to all the core members of the Harris Family, and you will need to give a speech on stage. "Mr. Owen Harris returned to the Harris family tower, found Allen directly, and assigned Allen a task.

Instead of rushing to agree, Alan asked, "What about Albert and Lunn?"

"I've spoken to both of them, and Albert isn't the right person to lead the Harris family, and Lunn says you're more fit than him to be the future head of the Harris family. They will all have your back. "Mr. Owen Harris has a plan in his mind, and he has arranged it properly.

"But don't you have enough time to write a speech?" Alan 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 long ago and handed it to Alan.

Seeing this, Alan no longer hesitated, unfolded the parchment, and found that his father had annotated the tone and even body movements of every sentence.

That night, the Harris family's manor, the manor where Aunt Josephine had been, arranged five long tables in the garden, the light yellow tablecloth almost hung down to the grass, and the evening breeze gently blew on the faces of the banquet participants, accompanied by the faint fragrance of various flowers in the garden, which made the attendees feel refreshed.

Mrs. Harris and Aunt Josephine had been busy all day for this celebration feast, with the cooperation of the domestic elf Maggie. Plates of food automatically rotate along the long table at each table, and when the plate is finished, the plate is automatically filled with new food.

The outstanding wizards who originally belonged to Grindelwald's subordinates and are now part of the Harris family performed well in the training class, and the elites who joined the Harris family sat down one after another to enjoy this relaxing and pleasant feast.

After the banquet, the colorful lights on the field suddenly went out, and a stage rose at the front of the long table, and after the banquet, the colorful lights on the field suddenly went out, and a stage rose at the front of the long table, and Mr. Harris walked onto the stage with his head held high, dressed in a straight formal suit.

"First of all, thank you for coming, thank you for your dedication to the Harris family, and congratulations on your reward," Mr. Harris raised his glass, and everyone in the audience stood up and raised their glasses.

After sharing a glass of wine, Mr. Harris continued, "In this operation, in addition to taking over almost all the worthy positions of the Crouch faction, after consulting with the Minister of Magic, Fudge, we have won another victory!"

Mr. Harris paused, looked around at the wizards in the audience, and was satisfied to find that their attention was all focused on him, and continued, "I, I, Owen Harris, have been promoted to Deputy Minister, and my second son, Ronn Harris, has taken my place as Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. ”

Mr. Harris frowned slightly, and Fudge firmly disagreed with Albert's replacement of Scrimgeur, preferring instead to offer Daisy, who was not highly qualified, on the throne...... Mr. Harris held back the unhappiness in his heart.

"And then there's my eldest daughter, Daisy Harris, who has been appointed Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, responsible for handling external affairs, coordinating and coordinating matters related to Ministries of Magic around the world, and cooperating in various types of exchange events. Mr. Harris reached out in Daisy's direction, and Daisy gracefully performed a wizarding salute.

"It is important for us to note that according to the agreement with Fudge, we will maintain a minimum of silence on the issue of whether the mystery man has returned, including the small elite of Hogwarts who have newly joined the Harris family, and please pay attention to this, and try to restrain the fellow students in the training class from speaking publicly on this matter next year. In return, Fudge will be rewarding a few more Jazz Merlin third-class medals for your bravery in the attack. ”

Owen Harris looked at the excited little wizards and couldn't help but think: it is still easy for children to be satisfied. The third-class medal is not high in gold content, and Gilderoy Lockhart's liar can get one back then, not at all like the one he fought for his son next, and he still has to count Allen's Cerberus summoning spell for Penelope to teach the Aurors as his major contribution to scholarship to be eligible for the application, and also told Fudge that the wizarding world needs to create an Uncle Charlie who has nothing to do with Dumbledore and Dumbledore's savior, Harry Potter:

The reason for the new idol reluctantly persuaded him to help apply.

"Next, I would like to introduce you to the heir of our Harris family, my youngest son, Alan Harris. Everyone here should be familiar with him, so I won't go into detail about his excellence, I hope that his future achievements will not disappoint you, and the Minister of Magic is also fighting for him for the First Order of the Order of the Order of Merlin because Alan saved a trainload of Muggles and his significant contribution to the science of summoning spells!"

Mr. Harris said proudly, "Let's welcome Alan Harris to say a few words for us." ”

"Albert, aren't you the eldest son?" said Fleur, who was wearing a moon-white bare-shouldered dress, pursed her red lips.

"Without Allen, there would be no Harris today. Albert glanced at Fleur and saw that she was playing with her hair nonchalantly, apparently just a little curious and not really caring if she became the heir.

In the thunderous applause, Allen, who took off his usual school uniform and wore an H94 uniform, flew to the stage, and the soft light did not know where to come from, illuminating this high stage, and the soft light did not know where to come out, illuminating this high stage.

"My brothers, sisters, friends: your applause should not be given to me. It should be dedicated to yourselves. Allen's wand drew a semicircle and pointed it to the wizards in the audience.

"So please applaud yourself. Alan was the first to applaud softly, and the audience resounded with cheers and applause from the wizards.

"Someone said. Alan lowered his head, played with his wand, kneaded one end of the wand, and then looked in the direction of the training class: "I hate wizards who have no talent, those ordinary wizards, poor students, and people who can't use spells well, so I don't let them join the training class I organized, and I don't let them join the Harris family." ”

Alan put his hands behind his back, put his feet on his feet, raised his head and said in a deep voice, "I don't hate them, no. ”

"I think," Allen paused slightly, "ordinary wizards are not lowly, just different from us. They are not worthless, but have another value. ”

The audience was extremely quiet, and the young wizards were attracted by Allen's different perception from the elite of the wizarding world.

"Talent only blooms in a very small number of souls," Alan drew an elegant circle to the wizards in the field again, and after a huge Patronus Charm --- Phoenix flew around the field in a circle, he slowly withdrew his wand and gently pointed it at the field again, "It is only given to those who have higher pursuits." ”

Alan put his hands behind his back, "Oh, what a wonderful world we can create for all wizards. For the sake of all wizards, those of us who live for freedom and truth, the time has come. ”

"Today, we have risen and we have regained our rightful place. Alan spread his hands and raised his wand, the tip of which was pointing straight to the sky.

As soon as the words fell, thunder exploded in the sky, and the wizards in the audience cheered excitedly, and the old wizards who had served Grindelwald and were already considered to be broken candles in the wind listened to this familiar speech, and they were even more excited and tearful, and they couldn't help themselves, as if they had burst out with new vitality again, they stood up and raised their wands to the sky with Allen.

Penelope looked at these tearful old men, although she herself felt her blood boiling, but it was really difficult to understand why these people reacted more than herself, could it be that these old people liked Alan more than herself?

"Why are you reacting so much?" asked Penelope quietly, unable to contain her curiosity.

"You should be glad that there are no naysayers here today. One of his former Grindelwald followers wiped his tears and snot, grinned a lot of teeth, and smiled maliciously at her.