"Alan Harris. A deep voice rang out.

Krum followed Alan, who looked at him suspiciously.

Although he walked with figure-eight legs, his speed was not slow at all.

"Harris, do you know where Hermien is?" Krum said bluntly.

"She's in a safe place. Allen felt a hint of displeasure in his heart and said quickly.

"With all due respect, Krum, you and Hermione aren't familiar enough to be called by their names. Alan's eyes looked straight at Krum.

"And this lady is also a very close friend of yours?" Crum swept over Penelope beside Alan, who had no front teeth, and his somewhat leaky voice gave his tone a funny and exotic touch.

"It's none of your business. Alan ignored Krum and quickened his pace.

Kingsley's side looked very bad, he was stumbling, all kinds of spells were intertwined around him.

"Phantom Killer. Eren raised his arm, and a spell struck a tall wizard wielding his wand desperately.

A vague black mist hung over the wizard's head.

The wizard threw away his wand suddenly, and curled up on the ground as if he had seen something terrified, shivering.

Suddenly, he let out a loud hiccup, convulsed and fainted.

The wizard with the hood next to him was visibly startled by the sudden turn of events, and Kingsley seized the opportunity and struck him with a petrification spell.

The last wizard to besiege Kingsley was subdued by the surrounding Aurors.

"Oh, thank you......" Kingsley tried to express his gratitude, but was interrupted by Penelope.

"Let's treat their injuries first. Penelope said, smiling softly, and took the hand of the older witch who was hiding behind Kingsley, and put her hand on the fainting wizard on the ground.

Penelope stretched out her wand, but Kingsley grabbed her arm, "Penelope, what are you going to do?"

Kingsley's face was extremely serious.

"To treat her injuries, of course. It was too slow with the medication, I used 'Harm Transfer' and she will get better soon. Penelope looked at the slumped wizard in disgust, "There is no reason for a wicked person to do nothing, but an innocent person has to endure pain." ”

"No, Penelope, it's not in order. Kingsley tried to keep stopping, but Allen stepped forward and got in front of Penelope.

"You don't have the ability to protect them, you can't even protect yourself, and now you're accusing me, don't you think it's funny?" Penelope raised an eyebrow and mocked unceremoniously.

Then, she directly applied the damage transfer, transferring the elder witch's injuries to the fainting male witch.

He immediately let out a groan of pain, and his arms were twisted into an extremely bizarre pose.

"Also the Aurors, you reacted quickly, and you were clearly prepared. And we didn't receive any news. There must be a conspiracy in this. Kingsley stared straight at Penelope, not letting go of the slightest change in her expression.

"Your training is so old-fashioned, and you're still playing spy tricks. And we, relying on advanced equipment and group training with a clear division of labor, are enough to cope with any unexpected situation. Penelope's red lips raised slightly, raising his voice, "You guys are out of time. ”

Everyone around heard her last words and looked at Kingsley.

"It seems that you will not accept my treatment for you through 'damage transfer'. Penelope raised an eyebrow and continued, "Kingsley, aren't you the best at calming people's hearts and calming people? I'll leave a few people for you, you're injured anyway, so help the wounded here, don't delay us in fighting." ”

With Penelope's gesture, several young Auror reservists stepped out of the ranks.

Kingsley's face was extremely ugly, but Penelope didn't stop there, held the collar badge and whispered a word, and strode away.

Albert informs the assembly. Penelope explained briefly to Alan.

"Kingsley will definitely tell Scrimgeour about his suspicions today. Penelope said quickly.

"Rufus is a resolute man, and most of his energy since joining the job has been devoted to dealing with dark wizards. He's going to love your actions tonight, he's been at odds with pro-Dumbledore wizards over it. ”

Mr. Harris had already discussed this matter with his three sons, so Alan was not worried at all, and comforted Penelope.

Alan and the others quickly walked through the camp into the dense forest to a relatively open highland, and after going deeper, Alan found his father, Mr. Harris. Next to him stood Minister Fudge, and a wizard who looked like an old lion.

The distance they were watching was crowded with people. Masked and unmasked Death Eaters confront young Auror reservists in uniform.

Allen's eldest brother, Albert, was at the forefront.

"What can we do if the main force of the troublemakers continues to stalemate with us?" Fudge looked at the sizable number of Death Eaters gathered together in the distance, and wiped his sweaty head with his sleeve.

Mr. Harris saw Allen from a distance and nodded at him. Hearing Fudge's words, his eyes flashed, and he muttered softly, "If you don't let go of the permission to attack at will, I'm afraid this battle will not be easy to fight." ”

Scrimgeour beside him heard Mr. Harris's whisper and looked at him in surprise, it seemed that Mr. Harris had not only changed from a dove to a hawk since his son became an Auror, but had even begun to support the right to open fire at will, which he had vetoed back then.

Whatever the reasons for Mr. Harris's change of attitude, Scrimgeour welcomed such a change.

"Minister, while the matter is not too big now, let's bypass the vote for the time being, and let go of the right to fire at will. In this way, once you have successfully subdued this group of troublemakers, you will have a meritorious leader. Scrimgeour spoke in a deep voice, and his words were very convincing.

"Otherwise, things will change later. If they are forced to be in a hurry, I am afraid that they will be dealt with a heavy hand, and once there are casualties, in their current form, it will be an international scandal. Minister, you need to make a decision as soon as possible. ”

Scrimgeur's words made Fudge, who was in a state of anxiety, find the backbone, he nodded, and according to Scrimgeur's words, he notified the Aurors below and opened up the permission to fire at will.

Scrimgeour's eyes burned as he stared at the troublemakers who had begun to agitate in the field.

A satisfied smile flashed across Mr. Harris's lips, inducing Fudge to let go of his permission to fire at will, which had been part of their plan, and now it had been successfully completed.

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