The fountain in the middle of the main hall of the Ministry of Magic splashed into the water, and Allen, who had just come out of the elevator from the Department of Mysteries, saw Goyle Gregory coming out of a row of golden doors at the end of the main hall. His hair was short and stiff, and his arms were as long as orangutans, and he looked decadent and low now, unlike the swaggering appearance that had followed Malfoy in the past.

Lunn, who came out of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and joined Allen, also saw Goyle in his brother's line of sight, "As long as Gregory is willing to accept persuasion, he can be the first to be free, but he refused." Lunn shrugged, "I know from the Guardian that he has scruples and fears that he will be suspicious of his master if he accepts the kindness of our Harris and is put back so quickly and safely, so he intends to stay in prison like this, but it is safer, and the conditions here are much better than Azkaban." ”

Alan nodded, he could fully understand Goyle's choice, the Death Eaters' awe of Voldemort was unquestionable, and it was wise to spend this tumultuous time in prison when it was uncertain which way the scales of victory would tilt.

"Father hasn't finished talking yet?, Daisy hasn't come out yet?" Seeing that it was just him and Lunn here, Alan asked his brother questions.

"That African is very difficult, go to the minister's office and see how it goes. Lunn didn't know the specifics, so he could only suggest this.

When Alan and Lunn made their way through the shuttle paper airplanes to the office of the Minister of Magic, Rita Skeeter, wearing a pair of jeweled glasses, her blond hair curled and her teeth bared, and a smile that she clearly thought was charming, stood in the hallway, her fingers spread out and beckoned desperately to Alan and Lunn, and beside her stood a dark-skinned man with a broad flat nose and thick lips, a pair of round gold earrings on her ears, and a small round blue hat on her round bare head.

"Director Lunn Harris and Professor Alan Harris, it's such a blessing to have met both. Rita Skeeter couldn't wait to meet her, leaning forward slightly, the crocodile leather handbag that her fat fingers were gripping dangled on the left side of her body as she twisted her waist and swung up to Her Highness.

"This is the new president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Babajid Akinbad, who has just met with our Minister Owen Harris and Director Daisy, and he has been lucky to have met two more when he came out. Rita Skeeter excitedly said that she had been called in to witness and report on the interview, and now she felt that the opportunity to enrich her interview had come.

After a polite handshake by Allen, Lunn and Babajid Akinbad, the two brothers wanted to go into the minister's office to join their father and sister.

"Mr. Allen, Mr. Harris, I don't know if we have time to sit down? We're in the International Confederation of Wizards, but we haven't talked yet. "Babajid?" Akinbad took the initiative to invite, "Minister Owen and Director Daisy are still in there to deal with things, and there may be a delay for a while." ”

"It is a great honor, President, that there is a small reception room next to the minister's office, and we can sit there. Alan didn't refuse, he and Lunn looked at each other and stayed alone.

The current new president has good luck, before Dumbledore was removed from all his positions by Fudge because of the declaration of the return of the mysterious man, and now although the membership of the International Federation of Wizards has been restored, the president has been replaced by Babajid Arkinbad, and in the case that the new president has not made a mistake, the president is still Babajid Arkinbad, and Dumbledore has not been fully reinstated.

Alan led the way as they walked towards the reception room, with Rita following behind, smirking as Alan looked at her, "Professor Harris, President Arkinbad, please allow me to accompany you." ”

"There should be no place for us to be shy about listening, and Miss Skeeter should be able to join in, as long as you report truthfully. Alan looked at Babajid Akinbad, "What do you think, President?"

Although Babajid Akinbad was a little reluctant, he didn't know what the other party would write since Alan said this and refused, so he finally nodded and pushed open the door to the reception room for the others, and the three of them sat down on the sofa, Rita helped her glasses, and her quill was hanging from the notebook spread out on her lap.

Seeing the neatly arranged tea sets and tea bags in the cupboard, Babajid Akinbad turned his hands half a circle out of thin air and then pinched them together, and made a quick series of gestures to the tea sets, causing the brown round-bellied teapot to fly out of the cupboard and start making tea.

Alan smiled as he watched as the other man made tea almost as if he were acting, while Rita pursed her lips with bright red lipstick. Amid the aroma of tea, Babajid Aquimba held out his hand to the steaming teacup on the table and invited Alan and Rita to taste it.

A cup of hot tea flew steadily into Alan's hand, and Eren took a sip of tea, the wand was a European invention, and African witches and wizards did not use the wand as a useful tool until the last century. So at the magic academy where the other party graduated, Vagado, many spells were cast with fingers or gestures - but unlike the European wandless technique, Vagado's gesture casting process was much more cumbersome than that of a wand, and it would take much more time to cast the same spell than it would take to use a wand, which is why these Africans eventually started using wands as well.

Alan put down his teacup before applauding: "Wonderful skill, I heard that the Vagado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Moon Mountain, Uganda, Africa, is the largest of all the magic schools, because it admits students from all over Africa, my sister Daisy Harris, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, had the privilege of visiting Vagado, where she said that she could see a magnificent building outlined on the mountainside, shrouded in mist, which sometimes looked like it was floating in mid-air. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Vagado has been around for almost a thousand years, just a little later than Hogwarts. While there have been many small schools of magic in Africa, Vagado is the only one that has stood the test of time and achieved an enviable international reputation. With a somewhat proud expression on his face, Babajid Akinbad couldn't wait to tell Allen about his intentions again, "Mr. Alan Harris, I just met with your father, Secretary Owen Harris. I watched Minister Harris's previous speech, in fact, you are also a member of the International Federation of Wizards, you should know very well that the previous warning to the British Ministry of Magic is just a fixed process, we have no other meaning, and we don't want to go against the Harris family. ”

Alan nodded: "Maintaining the stability of the British wizarding world is our primary responsibility. “

"Of course, we also hope to be able to protect the lives and property of wizards, but the British wizarding community is so well protected, it has not been affected much, and the security is even better and more secure than before, which shows that you still have the power to care about the Muggle world and maintain the peace of Muggle society. After all, if Muggle society is unrested, it will also have an impact on our wizarding world, and the scope and frequency will be no less than the terrorist attacks caused in our wizarding world. Babajid Akinba paused, gathered his thoughts, and tried to convince Allen, but he knew that the position of the person in front of him in the Harris family was the absolute core, and the future heir and leader of the Harris family was destined to have a crucial influence on the decision-making of Minister Owen Harris.

Rita Skeeter's quill slid quickly across the notebook, and Alan didn't say anything, waiting for the other party to clear his mind.

"I think the British Ministry of Magic can do a better job of taking care of the lives and property of wizards, and it can also devote some of its energy to maintaining social peace in the Muggle world. Mr. Alan Harris, as a member of the International Federation of Wizards, I would like you to use your influence to advise Mr. Owen Harris to focus on the peace and stability of Muggle society. Eventually, Babajid Aquimba said what he wanted from Alan, and he felt that he had a sense of reason, and as the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Eren should carry out the tasks he had assigned.

Alan shook his head and denied the other party's request: "President Babajid, I think my father made it very clear in his speech, and I will be the opinion, everything is under the premise that the British wizarding community is foolproof, and we will use our spare efforts to ensure other things." ”

Seeing that Alan didn't make sense, Babajid Aquimba didn't intend to delve into the small problems of the British target, but he couldn't help but be a little annoyed and became official: "In 1750, the Federation added Section 73 to the International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act, making it clear that each wizarding authority was responsible for hiding the wizarding world in its jurisdiction, and violators would be disciplined by the Federation. ”

"Speaking of the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act, Mr. Babajid Aquimba. We in England have always been the most resolute enforcers of the law of secrecy, and even the law of secrecy itself was proposed by us in the United Kingdom, and the recent events were also because those Death Eaters were forced to operate in the Muggle society, we in Britain have never actively tried to expose the wizarding world, we have prevented most of the other party's sabotage operations, even if it was that hurricane, our Ministry of Magic has done the best to sweep up the tail work, clear the contradictions, clear the memories of the Muggles, and solve their problems. Instead of giving in as Babagid Agumba expected, Alan said with a sneering look on his face, "Mr. Babagid Akinba, your alma mater, Vagado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has been accused of violating secrecy by taking advantage of your ability to cast spells with gestures in public in front of Muggles, since the secrecy laws of 1692 were introduced. Once they are caught, they will retort with a strong excuse - "I just waved my hand, never wanted to dislocate their jaws." "And now there are only a dozen Animagus registered in the world, and your school is good at astronomy, alchemy, and self-transformation, among which there are many rumors that many fourteen-year-old students in Vagado can turn into elephants and cheetahs at will, but no one has registered with the Ministry of Magic.

Babagid Akinba was annoyed that he was about to be grabbed by the other party in front of Allen for a while, and he was bitten back by the other party, and those things were actually some small things, but the nature of the comparison by the other party was different, Britain was trying its best to protect the wizarding world from being exposed, while his alma mater and the area under his jurisdiction were constantly taking the initiative to carry out these "exposure" behaviors, which made Babagid Akinba, who was a little unhappy because he was a formality but was made a big fuss by the other party, and he was even more annoyed.

And just as Babajid Akinba was about to answer, Alan just waved his hand, and the teacups in front of Babajid Akinba and Rita Skeeter were filled again, and Alan's own teacup had been cleaned and flew into the cupboard—a hand that was much faster than the complicated gesture of Babajid Akinbad just now.

Then Allen stood up: "President Babajid Akinba, I don't think you can make a mistake about it, given that you took advantage of our own mistake in England last year to defeat Mr. Gatler Grindelwald Albus, who wanted to break the law of secrecy?" Headmaster Dumbledore came to the position after losing the position of president of the International Confederation of Wizards because he was misunderstood, I suggest that you understand clearly in advance before acting when you want to exercise the authority of your position, as the representative of the British wizarding community in the International Confederation of Wizards, I am not directly under the jurisdiction of the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, I can also initiate an investigation and warning of the International Confederation of Wizards, in fact, you can recall what the former President Dumbledore did during his tenure, did he have a time when he was as active as you? Even if you are given full trust and ignore the situation when you have made so many suspected exposure incidents in Vagado, why can't you wait to target your predecessor's kingdom when you just took office?"

"I don't think you have much to talk to me about with Mr. Babajid Akinba. Alan didn't wait for his own use of Dumbledore's long-term inaction after he obtained the position of president of the International Confederation of Wizards and his deliberate verbal misleading description of Babajid Agumba replied, he walked straight to the door, only before leaving the reception room, he turned his head and winked at Rita Skeeter: "Lady Skeeter, please forgive me for having to miss the company, but I don't want anything to add to your report, but I don't want anything to be abridged. ”

In addition to Patcy Parkinson and Harry Potter, he also keeps Dumbledore's memory in his heart every day, and since receiving Dumbledore's letter, he has been looking forward to being picked up by Dumbledore as soon as possible.

When the day finally came to Dumbledore, Harry arrived at the tavern next to the subway station early. He held up the Daily Prophet and watched the news on it to pass the time. On the back of the newspaper, where he couldn't see, a black waitress with short curly hair and an exploding head in the tavern quietly looked at Harry, a regular customer, and then she walked up to Harry with a little trepidation, found a topic and asked, "Harry Potter, who is Harry Potter?"

Surprised, Harry put down the newspaper and replied, "No, he's nobody." Maybe it's some nerd. ”

The beautiful waitress tugged at her grass green skirt: "Your newspaper is weird, I swore I saw the person in the photo move the other night." ”

Harry asked, a little embarrassed, "Really?"

"I guess I'm too tired from work. The waitress winked at Harry and staggered away.

Harry and the waitress had expected to be different, and he didn't pay attention to her seductive gesture when he was already on good terms with Ginny, and Harry's eyes were attracted by the word "magic" flashing outside the window, and he stood up, slowly approached the window, and reached out to wipe the mist from the window. Faintly beneath the letters "Magic" on the billboard, Harry could see that it was the person he was looking forward to today, Albus Dumbledore.

Harry happily put away the newspaper and immediately left the tavern to Dumbledore's side, staring at the huge advertising poster posted on the wall with Dumbledore, who had already turned his back, which was a perfume billboard with the slogan "Tonight make a little magic with your man" next to a seductive photo of a female celebrity.