At the Ministry of Magic, Owen Harris stood at the end of a long golden hall and talked to Fudge in a low voice, the polished wooden floor was full of various surveillance equipment, some wizards in Harris family uniforms brandished their wands and directed these devices to fly into the air, the sound of tinkling and knocking was endless, behind the statue, above the fireplace, on the peacock blue ceiling, under the huge chandelier, monitoring equipment from the Harris family was installed from various angles.

"Owen, are you sure these little things will guarantee that we won't have any more intrusions like Stoic Podmore and Arthur Weasley?" Fudge watched suspiciously as the little camera gear was installed in a hidden location.

"Of course not sure, Your Excellency, but it can guarantee that they will be discovered as soon as they happen," Owen waved his hand in the air, "this time it was Arthur's luck, if it was found out a little later, we could now prepare for his funeral." ”

After coming out of St. Mungo's Hospital, Allen went straight back to the Harry Start Building, Hermione jumped up from the sofa, handed Alan a cup of hot tea that had been prepared, and asked with concern, "How is Mr. Arthur?" At breakfast today, Umbridge found that Harry and Ron were gone, and asked Professor McGonagall for a long time before she realized that you had taken them away. ”

Alan took a sip of hot tea and sank into the couch, "Mr. Arthur Weasley is out of danger, but he will need to stay in the hospital for a while before he can be discharged." ”

Hermione's expression relaxed, and she flew in front of Alan with the breakfast she had left for Ellen. She looked at Alan and talked about Fleur and Albert yesterday, "Fleur wore it as a necklace and hung it around her neck, it looked beautiful. Although Hermione had been running Occlumency, and Alan couldn't read her thoughts, her longing for blood oath was written naked on her face.

Alan had no choice but to bow his head and swallow an omelette in one gulp, he didn't have the confidence to swear blood with Hermione, Penelope, and Luna without causing any contradictions and conflicts, at least not yet.

Hermione obviously didn't see what Eren was thinking, and she continued: "Recent reports show that many of the projects we develop have started to make a profit, except for the TV station, the development of potions is progressing very fast, and now the sales amount is very considerable, in fact, we are about to start to form a monopoly on potion production. However, in comparison, the progress of the Battle Golem has been the slowest, and the few samples currently being developed are far inferior to the Giant's combat effectiveness. Alan, I suggest that we slow down the research on the Battle Golem first, and we would be more profitable if we focused on the development of the Housework Golem, after all, only a handful of ancient pure-blood families had house-elves. ”

Alan praised Hermione's business acumen in his heart, and this girl had her own ideas about business management. Alan looked up and smiled: "This housework-type golem should be very marketable when developed, which can provide another option for many wizarding families who do not have house-elves." In addition, if the use of housework golems becomes a trend, pure-blood families with house-elves should not be stingy to purchase some, which is equivalent to reducing the workload of house-elves in disguise. Moreover, the U.S. Department of Magic has used similar golems to clean them, but their functions are rudimentary and can only sweep dust. We can use the existing research results and upgrade on the basis of them, and strive to make the housework golem more functional, more convenient for wizards to use, and more convenient for everyone's life. ”

Allen's words hit Hermione's heart, and she said with emotion: "Although I don't have the luxury of liberating them, house-elves should have a certain amount of their own lives, rather than their whole lives revolving around others, and they should have more room for free choice." ”

Ellen and Hermione then talked for a while about what was happening around each other, and when Hermione learned about Malfoy's Animagus, she couldn't stop laughing, "Why did he want to hit Willow Midao when he first transformed?"

That night, in the Headmaster's room at Hogwarts, Harry looked nervous, he didn't understand why Dumbledore had brought him back to school early, and in such a hurry, he didn't even give him time to say goodbye to Sirius.

"Dumbledore, why did you call me here?" he finally couldn't help himself, and asked in trepidation, expecting Dumbledore to give him an answer.

Harry noticed that Dumbledore, who had called him to the Headmaster's office, looked at him with a solemn expression, but did not give him the answer he wanted.

"Headmaster, are you looking for me?" Professor Snape pushed the door and walked in, breaking the silence of the room, but the atmosphere became more tense.

Harry turned his head to look at Snape and looked down, and Snape glanced at Harry as well, the silence of the two of them filled with disgust for each other.

"Severus, it's likely that Voldemort has now sensed that Harry can sense his thoughts and feelings. He could even deduce that the situation could be reversed, which meant that he should have thought that he might be able to sense Harry's thoughts and feelings—" Dumbledore looked at Snape with a grim expression, "I need your help, Severus, to teach Harry Occlumency as soon as possible, or we'll be in danger." ”

Snape nodded, pulling Harry out of the Headmaster's room, and making a quick walk up the spiraling staircase of Hogwarts towards the Potions classroom underground.

"Sit down, Potter. Snape's cold eyes stared at Harry unblinking, disgust carved into every line of his face.

"Potter, you know what you're doing here. He said, "I know Sirius has been teaching you Occlumency, but apparently he's a very bad teacher and not a master of Occlumency, and you haven't learned anything after so long, and now that I've taken over, I just wish you were a little smart......er than you in Potions class."

At night, Allen, who had returned to Durmstrang, was lying in bed, he thought that the recent development of the Harris family was indeed very rapid, but this was not enough, if it had been a peaceful environment, this development speed was enough to be happy, but the war was coming, and there was less and less time left for them, so they had to plan and seize the opportunity to seize the time to develop the armed forces, in addition, Durmstrang's collection of books was about to be copied, and it was time for him to increase the time in the training room.

"I'm going to defeat Voldemort. Thinking of this, Alan turned over and was about to fall asleep, when suddenly the quilt on his body tightened, he turned his head and found that Luna, who was already asleep, woke up and pressed Allen's quilt.

"Luna, I'm sorry to wake you up and press your hair again?" Alan gently tucked the corners of the quilt for Luna.

"Just a dream. ”

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