By the time Alan and the others returned to the tent, it was already dawn.

"Oh, thank God, thank God!" said Mrs. Harris, as soon as she stepped out of the tower gate, she hurried towards Mr. Harris.

She put her arms around Mr. Harris's neck, and Mr. Harris patted her back comfortingly, with an expression on his face that was both happy and helpless.

Although Alan and the others were tired, they couldn't help but snicker when they saw this situation.

"Ahem, the kids are here!" Mr. Harris coughed lightly and uncomfortably, and gently pushed Mrs. Harris away.

Mrs. Harris was not embarrassed, she hugged her children passionately, especially Albert on the front line, who was held tightly in her arms.

When they entered the dining room, Harris looked at the sumptuous food on the table, was silent for a while, hugged Mrs. Harris, and said softly, "Honey, I have worried you." ”

Mrs. Harris's eyes turned red at once.

When she hid in the tower, she was too worried to sleep, so she kept cooking food with the help of Hermione and Luna.

Even though Mr. Harris and the others had little appetite, they sat down and enjoyed together.

"Why are you so late, everyone else is coming back soon. Many people left the camp before dawn. Mrs. Harris let go of her worries and asked curiously as she served a bowl of porridge to everyone.

"This incident has made the entire Ministry of Magic move, even if they are on vacation, they have been urgently recalled. Mr. Harris sighed pleasantly after taking a sip of the porridge.

"Scrimgeour was finally able to get what he had proposed this time. As soon as Mr. Harris's words fell, the eyes of the whole family were on him.

"Congratulations, Albert. If it goes well, the Aurors' powers will be larger, and the combat and civilian duties will be more divided. You'll get command of the most elite combat units. In addition, you will be responsible for the selection of equipment, training, and even combat for all Aurors. Mr. Harris looked at Albert.

"Tell me, Daddy, what's going on?" Lunn urged.

"We've been planning for so long, and now we've got it right. Scrimgeour wants the Aurors to have unlimited fire, and he needs my support. This is exactly what we are planning. I took the opportunity to ask him that Albert's position could not be promoted further, but his power could be expanded. Mr. Harris put down the cutlery in his hand and patiently explained.

"But Scrimgeour hesitated, thinking my price was too high. Mr. Harris paused, "So, I suggested that the Aurors' functions could be expanded, and that's why he nodded in agreement." ”

"What does the Minister think?" asked Albert.

As soon as he finished speaking, several owls flew in through the rolled-up window of the tent, their legs strapped to extraordinarily thick newspapers.

Fudge was still hesitant about the Aurors having unlimited firing rights, but when today's newspaper came out, he would change his attitude. Mr. Harris glanced at the newspaper and drank the porridge from the bowl in one gulp.

Mr. Harris put down the dishes, wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, and picked up a newspaper. He hurried through the first edition, and Albert looked over his shoulder.

Alan flipped through the other newspapers unhurriedly, whether he took a sip of Hermione's brewed coffee, probably two packets, a little strong.

"The World Cup Dust Settles, the Championship Belongs to England", "England Wins the Championship, Alan Harris Becomes the World's Best Seeker", "Merlin Gives Him All His Love - Alan Harris", "This World Cup Final is the most boring and exciting in history"......

While flipping through a publication, Alan hurriedly turned his head and avoided the fate of squirting coffee onto the newspaper.

"Famous Seeker Victor Klum's New Romance Exposed?" Daisy couldn't help but come forward when she saw Alan's reaction, she was always very interested in celebrity gossip.

When she saw the picture, Daisy laughed so hard that she couldn't stand still, holding the chair with both hands.

In the photo, Krum pounces on Ron, their lips touching, and Ron's eyes wide. The action was repeated over and over in the newspapers, and it looked like Krum was kissing Ron.

"What kind of newspaper is this?" Daisy was intrigued, urging Alan to flip back.

"Singing Against the Tune", World Cup Special Issue. Alan couldn't wait to flip back, too.

"Poof, "Bulgarian Minister Kneels and Submits, England's National Prestige Rises". Daisy had just taken a sip of water, and when she saw the photo, the Bulgarian minister looked incredulous, and Fudge couldn't help but smile, and laughed directly.

Who wrote this? Ah...... It's actually her...... Rita Skeeter!" Daisy flipped to the end of the article and saw the author's name.

"I got a lot of money for it, and I provided the pictures. Luna's pale silver eyes widened, and Daisy immediately sat down beside her with interest.

Seeing that Daisy was so interested, Alan simply handed Daisy "Singing Contrarian" and flipped through other newspapers and magazines by himself.

"Albert was mentioned. Allen said suddenly, and he held up the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Where? Read and listen. Mrs. Harris asked with interest.

Daisy is interested in stardom, while Mrs. Harris is keen to collect honors from her children.

"Compared to the older generation of Aurors, the new generation of Aurors appears to be well-trained, methodical in apprehending troublemakers, and showing extraordinary tacit understanding. In particular, the Aurors have been given arbitrary attack privileges, and we will continue to see if this becomes the norm in the future. ”

"Where's Albert?" said Mrs. Harris, a little anxious.

"Don't worry, my dear. Mr. Harris patted her hand.

"The old Aurors are no longer up to date, and it's clear that they should step back and do something else. Logistics or clerical work, maybe that's the best place for them. Alan continued to read.

"Under the command of an elite blonde young Auror, the uniformed Aurors defy the coldness of the battle and help the populace with gentleness and courtesy, which greatly alleviates the fear that the battle brings to ordinary wizards. Alan laughed, "Well, you want to hear Albert." ”

Alan handed the newspaper to Mrs. Harris, and stood up, stretching his back, looking a little tired.

Alan felt that he needed to wash up before he could be more energetic to welcome Lucius Malfoy.

Alan hurried upstairs, and when he came out of the bathroom refreshed, he was surprised to find Hermione waiting outside the door of his room.

"Hermione, who are you?" Alan looked puzzled when he saw the two small bottles in Hermione's hands.

"I saw a massage tutorial at Penelope, I ordered a copy and practiced it on the pillow for a long time, I can help you relieve your fatigue. Hermione said with a serious expression.

Alan couldn't help but feel excited, opened the door, and walked in stiffly.

Hermione followed.

"Take off your clothes and get on your stomach. Hermione lifted her chin and motioned for Alan to get on the bed.

"Lying ...... Lie on your stomach?" Alan was stunned for a moment, he thought of the previous time with Penelope, and couldn't help but blush.

"Rub it off, hurry up!" Hermione put the bottle on the bed, her hands behind her back.

Alan slammed onto the bed, his ears red.

At this moment, Alan was full of excitement.

A cool, slippery thing spilled down his spine.

Alan couldn't help but snort.

Then, his voice grew louder and louder, screaming uncontrollably.

A knock on the door interrupted Hermione's movements.

"Alan, Malfoy is coming for you. Luna's voice came from outside the door.

Alan slammed up from the bed and opened the door with a quick slam.

"I don't want to brag about it, but I'm the best at massage, look at Alendo's spirit. Hermione said smugly.

Luna was curious: "Then give me a press too." ”

Hermione was in high spirits and immediately stood behind Luna.

"Comfortable, right?" Hermione looked extremely smug.

"So comfortable that I think you can try a massage specifically for Drogon. Luna's expression contorted.

"Say goodbye to sore muscles. Hermione stepped up again.

"Goodbye, muscle!"