Worried about Albert, everyone went back to their rooms, and perhaps only the little sister Emily could sleep soundly in the whole house.

In the middle of the night, Alan, who had not yet fallen asleep, keenly heard the whispering in the living room, and he quietly got up from the bed and hid behind the pillars of the porch in the living room. It turned out to be Mr. Harris and Mr. Kingsley Shackel talking.

"Owen, you know the department's secrecy regulations, I can't divulge the details of Alan's mission, but please believe that we are indeed doing our best to search for Alan. Mr. Kingsley Shackel kneaded his hand between his brows, looking very embarrassed.

"Kingsley, please understand the feelings of a father when he is faced with the uncertainty of his son's life and death. From your words tonight, I sense that Albert is on an extremely dangerous mission, and you may not tell me the specifics of the mission, but can you tell me a little bit about what might happen to my son? Mr. Harris pleaded without giving up.

"Well, Owen, this is Albert's favorite book before the accident, you can read it first. Kingsley seemed to be touched, but remained principled and did not disclose specific tasks.

Mr. Harris flipped through the books quickly, intending to find a moment to talk to his youngest son. The book was given to Kingsley by Allen, and he must have read it. Mr. Harris knew that Allen had a knack for memorization, and he knew that Allen was smart and thorough.

"Owen, what are you going to do tomorrow?" asked Kingsley as Mr. Harris flipped through it.

"What to do?" Mr. Harris was puzzled, and he was trying to figure out how this mythical book might entangle Albert.

"Your children, with all due respect, those Indians who have not found Albert will definitely return, and it may be against you, and you must plan ahead. Kingsley suddenly leaned forward and suggested earnestly.

Mr. Harris also faced up with the problem, "Emily can go to my cousin Josephine's house for a while, Alan may be able to go back to Hogwarts first, and Grace (Mrs. Harris) and Daisy can stay in St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital temporarily." Lunn and I can travel back and forth between the Ministry of Magic and our home. Don't be in a hurry to object, listen to me. Mr. Harris stopped the words of dissuasion that Kingsley was about to blurt out.

"I know that you and the ministry are concerned about the safety of my family, but as you said, if the three Indians can't find Albert, they'll find their home. If the house is empty, they will realize that we have taken precautions, and in that case, they may devote more manpower and material resources to arresting Albert, and Albert's situation will be even more dangerous. Besides, if they dare to break in, I would also like to catch those Indians and ask for information about my son. Lenn and I both passed N.E.W.TS, and we were in our own homes, enough to keep ourselves safe. Mr. Harris looked resolute, and it was clear that he had made up his mind.

"Well, since you insist. I will communicate with the ministry to temporarily open the ministry's flyway network to your home to reduce the possibility of accidents on the road. It's late at night, Owen, let's get to this first, and I'll report back to the department. Kingsley acquiesced to Mr. Harris's arrangement.

"Thank you, Kingsley. Good night then and good dreams. Mr. Harris gratefully shook Kingsley's hand and said goodnight to him.

Alan hurried back to his room and climbed back into bed, he had a hunch that Mr. Harris would come to talk to him.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Mr. Harris to knock on Allen's door. Alan pretended to be half-asleep and opened the door.

"Excuse me, Alan. You must be asleep, but I have something very important to ask you. "Mr. Harris is very distressed and sorry, but Albert's safety is at stake, and he must ask clearly.

Alan dodged to let Mr. Harris in, and the two sat down at the table, the snow was falling outside, the lights were dim inside, and behind the silence and comfort was dangerous, like the calm before a storm.

"Dad, you must want to ask about that book, don't you?" Alan had already guessed what Mr. Harris meant. The ins and outs of getting this book will be clearly explained.

Mr. Harris looked thoughtful. "Dad, have you ever heard of the moon god in India?" asked Alan softly.

Mr. Harris looked intently at his youngest son, and Allen was not a man of purpose.

"In India, the moon god is called chandra, which means 'bright and dazzling'. According to the source, the god of the moon was a male with four hands, one holding a scepter, one hand holding the immortal fairy dew, the third hand holding a lotus flower, and the remaining hand was in a defensive state. The three-wheeled chariot he drove was pulled by an antelope or ten horses as white as jasmine. At this point, Alan paused, and looked at Mr. Harris meaningfully.

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

"Who in this world desires immortality the most?" said Alan's soft words, sending Mr. Harris shudder.

"You mean the guy who can't be named?" Mr. Harris's heart was turbulent, how could this be, wasn't Albert in mortal danger?, as if thinking of something, he asked again, "But hasn't he been defeated by Harry?"

"Who knows, maybe it's him, maybe it's the Death Eaters, anything is possible, but we're going to prepare for the worst. Daddy, how are you going to place us?" Ellen was so mature at this moment that Mr. Harris had forgotten that he was only an 11-year-old. However, both in appearance and psychology, Alan really doesn't look like a child.

Mr. Harris briefly stated his intentions. As soon as he finished speaking, Alan objected, "No, Dad, I can't go back to Hogwarts, even though it's the safest place. ”

Mr. Harris was taken aback and seemed to have figured out Allen's intentions in an instant, "No, Alan, although you are indeed very capable, you are still a child after all. You must- stay at Hogwarts, not Albert. ”

Facing Mr. Harris, who suddenly became impatient, Alan was still not in a hurry, "Dad, think about it, Emily is only 7 years old, can you rest assured that she is living in Aunt Josephine's house by herself? Will she feel abandoned? Will she be sad? If you think she is safe at Aunt Josephine's house, don't I have any of them?" Allen's coherent and logical explanation made Mr. Harris hesitate.

"Besides, who sent me to Hogwarts, and let Emily and Emily go to Aunt Josephine's house. Pressing on the last straw, Mr. Harris finally agreed, "Well, then you must take care of Emily and don't run around." ”