"Alan fell behind the curtain of the death chamber?" said Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris's voice, shuddering.

Daisy listened at a loss, and the room fell into a dead silence, only to feel as if all the pillars of happiness and their happy life were about to be shattered for a moment. Suddenly there were dark clouds outside, and the world seemed to have changed completely.

For a long time, only a low, muffled cry could be heard in the room, interspersed with the staccato comfort of Fleur and a soft reassuring voice. Daisy and Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris wept silently and could not utter a word.

It didn't take long for the strong Mrs. Morgan to regain her senses, and she looked carefully at the parchment that Fleur had brought, the writing was sloppy, but she could confirm that it was her husband Owen Harris's handwriting, and judging by the strength that almost penetrated the back of the paper, she knew that Owen must be as grieving as she was at this time.

Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris took Daisy and Fleur in her arms and said in a tone they will never forget, "We are leaving, though it seems too late." Oh, Alan, he can't bear so much pressure at such a young age, and it's my fault that I insist on not letting him get involved tonight......"

"Merlin will bless the good guys! I don't want to shed tears here, it's a waste of time, let's get over there, Daisy. Fleur said heartily, gently wiping the tears from Daisy's face. She held Daisy's hand tightly, and Daisy didn't shake it off for the first time, but grabbed Fleur with her backhand.

"Can you be sure that Mr. Alan Harris has been dragged behind the curtain?" Dumbledore confirmed Lenn as he lifted his crescent-shaped glasses.

"Yes. The Aurors and the company staff were too late to react, everything happened too quickly, but they saw Alan being dragged in. Lunn couldn't control his emotions anymore and turned away with a choked voice.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it," Dumbledore sighed heavily, shook his head regretfully, and glanced at Mr. Owen Harris sitting in his chair expressionlessly with pity, "Let's talk another day, I think time should be left for you and your family now." ”

With that, Dumbledore stood up and ghosted away.

Owen Harris sat at the front of the minister's desk, his face pale and calm. Behind the desk, Fudge felt much better at this time, although his power was not guaranteed, but at least his family was safe. Lunn had turned his back as if he was sorting through the papers, but his trembling hands couldn't separate the papers, which were scattered on the table.

"Condolences, Owen. Fudge's eyes lit up with sympathy, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that Alan Harris, a boy with incredible talent, was a pity. It's just that, without Allen, although the Harris family has risen, it may not be enough to guarantee that it will continue to be so strong......

"Owen, I think the Harris family had better be restrained, after you lose ...... Well...... In the current situation, it is not a good thing to be too high-profile. Fudge hesitated, but then spoke his words of advice, "Those pure-blood families will have to be very tolerant of you when Alan Harris can fight the Mysteries, and considering the infinite possibilities of Ellen's future. But now, if the Harris family's actions are still so big, when their interests are touched, they will definitely encounter resistance. And now only Dumbledore can guarantee everyone's safety, and it is conceivable that there will be a group of people who will switch to Dumbledore or go directly to the mysterious man...... Owen, we can't afford to let the British wizarding world get into infighting. ”

Owen Harris leaned back in his chair, he lowered his eyes to look at the wand in his hand, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he looked up as he regained his expression, trying his best to endure his grief and remorse, and constantly thinking about what to do. "I have to hold on, I haven't finished controlling the Ministry of Magic, otherwise I won't have ...... Without Allen, the movements that had begun could not be stopped. ”

Fudge continued, his tone full of sincerity: "If you want, let me be the deputy minister, I can help you negotiate with those pure-blood families, the wizarding world can't be chaotic at this time, everyone should help each other, I will help you compromise with each other." ”

Lunn managed to regain his composure, and he showed his father the list of changes in the Ministry of Magic that he had finally put together: "Father, Albert has gone to pick up Emily, they should be almost there." ”

"I'm sorry Lunn, I had to keep you with me. Mr. Owen Harris glanced apologetically at his second son's trembling hands, knowing that although the other man looked cold, he was just not good at expressing affection...... He also really wants to be by his side at this moment, but for the sake of this family, he must be strong at this time to deal with the remaining power of the Ministry of Magic.

When Emily and Albert arrived at the Mysteries Division of the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris, whose face was as pale as paper, stared directly at the gently fluttering curtains, as if the fluttering curtains had pierced her chest like a sharp sword.

"Alan, isn't there?" she seemed to ask, as if she was talking to herself, but the grief-stricken mother had no tears at this time, and the wand slipped silently into her palm, and suddenly rushed towards the curtain with excitement.

Hermione, who had been carefully watching Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris, hurriedly rushed over and hugged her, "Mrs. Harris, Luna has gone in to look for Alan." Luna, she turned out to be Rowena Ravenclaw herself...... She promises that Alan will definitely come back. ”

Hermione hurriedly recounted Luna's words to the grief-stricken women, leaving Morgan Lefay and Daisy, who seemed to have lost all their strength and were slumped on the ground, speechless in surprise.

Emily, who was wearing braids, walked up and down gently in front of her mother, her palm and the back of her hand gently stroking up and down her mother's cheek, "It's going to be fine, Mommy." ”

Morgan Lefay hugged her little daughter and put her head on her shoulder: "Oh, I'm sorry, my little sweet bear......" She thought her daughter hadn't fully figured out what it meant to enter the drapery.

At this time, Emily, who was leaning over her shoulders, was holding her mother with both hands, her eyes looking up in the direction of the curtain, and then at the umbrella team standing not far away, who still looked like Gryffindor students, her eyes under the extra-long eyelashes were bloodshot, her eyes were even a little gloomy, and her sweet face was full of gloom.