"It seems that he has returned in vain. Sirius raised an eyebrow, "This guy used to disagree with Dumbledore before. ”

"Yes, if he did find out anything, it would be better to explain the unauthorized action, but the staff and patients of St. Mungo's Hospital for the Physically Injured and Injured were so emotional that they didn't dare to take action easily against these ordinary people, and in the stalemate, the armed Aurors led by Albert Harris arrived and quickly disarmed all the patrolling Aurors. Arthur's finger tapped on the table, accentuating his tone, "This old lion Scrimgeour is not a bad person, the only thing he really wants to do is to fight those dark wizards, he has been too close to those pure-blood families recently, he is too impatient to be easily used by those people." ”

"It's the same Aurors, is the patrol Auror so vulnerable, Albert Harris brought a lot of men over, right?" Bill, the eldest of the Weasleys, who had tacitly agreed to participate in the discussion, wondered that he had been working as a spell solver at Gringotts and had a wide range of interests, and he didn't care much about the Ministry of Magic and politics.

"No, he doesn't have many people, but they are all elites who have passed combat training, and they cooperate tacitly. However, Scrimgeour did not give up, but personally brought more patrolling Aurors to the scene. Arthur sighed, the Aurors who had been united were divided by the struggle for power and profit, and turned his wand at his own people.

Scrimgeour tried to suppress Albert in his capacity as chief of staff so that the Patrol Aurors could force the inspection, but he was not the highest officer. Percy scoffed, and continued, "Secretary Owen Harris personally ordered to use his position as a minister to suppress Scrimgeur. Percy was smug about what he had learned, and having been invited to the Harris Family Christmas dinner, he had seen the power of the Harris family, and now he was proud to be part of the Harris faction.

"The people in the Bobin family tried to contact me in the hope that I could support Scrimgeour... This potion seller really thinks he's a character. Sirius tossed an apple, and Mr. Skillful stretched out his long arm to copy it, and returned the peeled apple to Sirius in a few seconds, "But it is true that Harris and the old pure-blood family are in conflict with each other, and their appetite is really so great?"

"It's inevitable, if you want to lead their people to rise, you will inevitably touch the interests of pure-blood families in the process. After saying that, Arthur, who felt that he had also taken the Harris train to make the Weasley family better, touched his nose, "It's just that at this juncture when the mysterious man is back, it's really not good to have such a disagreement internally." Dumbledore's conflict with Allen's teaching philosophy also became more and more intense, and his dealings with the school board increased, and he also asked Moody to use his reputation to expand his influence... If Dumbledore also had a direct conflict with the Harris family...... "Arthur swallowed the back, and if Dumbledore and Harris clashed, what would he do himself, it was not a black-and-white struggle with the Mysteries.

Arthur didn't say it, but several adult wizards understood what he meant, and they all had the same concerns about Harris and Dumbledore.

"Both Professor Dumbledore and Harris are for peace in the wizarding world, and their goals are the same when it comes to eliminating the mystery man Death Eaters. Lupin crossed his fingers, trying to comfort Arthur while also relieving himself of psychological pressure, "And the conflict of educational ideas I think we should persuade them, these should be solved after solving the mystery man." ”

For Lupin, Dumbledore was more of a favor than he was, helping him hide his identity so that he could attend Hogwarts. However, for the sake of the future of werewolves, the Harris family continues to develop safer and more reliable wolf poison potions, and if it succeeds, not only himself, but all werewolf wizards can enter Hogwarts to study - not to mention, Alan Harris also matched himself and Tonks.

Daisy told me that Eren thought that young wizards should be taught how to protect themselves from possible dangers, while Dumbledore believed that these things should be handled by a small number of people so that most people did not have to risk learning about dangers. Tonks's tone was not as cheerful as usual, and she didn't say anything about her preference for Allen in order to take care of Lupin's feelings.

Lupin's brow furrowed, and he couldn't imagine what he would do if Dumbledore and Harris did clash.

"Don't talk about that, let's get ready for dinner" Molly, who was silent, stood up and greeted everyone loudly, she always managed to make the atmosphere lively.

The luncheon was lively, and Ginny and Molly decorated the entire public space of the Burrow with the intricate ornaments of Mr. Lovegood, almost like an explosion of latte art.

The unhappiness could no longer hinder everyone's appetite, and Mrs. Weasley did her best to prepare a sumptuous Christmas meal, but a few small Gryffindors who had just been asked by Sirius to take mandrake leaves in them did not feel very good.

A few young wizards were at the age of great appetite, and they had to avoid swallowing leaves and food, making their meals more elegant than before.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Sirius, can you give me another leaf?" Ron accidentally chewed and swallowed the leaf that had been pushed to the side, looking apologetically at their Animagus mentor.

Prepared for this, Sirius pulled another slice out of his pocket, and the red-haired boy regretted it as soon as he shoved it into his mouth—he could have waited until after the meal to tell Sirius.

Looking at Ron, who had a bitter face, George and Fred, who had originally become interested in Animagus and had agreed with Sirius before the meal to ask him to teach him the transformation of Animagus, glanced at each other and tacitly gave up the decision. Carrying mandrake leaves like this for a long time affects both eating and speaking, and it is too difficult for twin brothers who have a busy business and are busy every day.

After the meal, Fred George and the others tease the little angel on the top of the Christmas tree, which is actually a little garden goblin, and when Fred was pulling a carrot, he was bitten on the neck by this little goblin, so it was put into a stun charm, painted gold, stuffed into the back of a small tutu, glued a pair of small wings, and glared at them from the top of the tree.

"This is definitely the ugliest angel I've ever seen. Harry muttered as he snorted through the mandrake.

Ginny nodded in agreement, this little angel has a big bald head like a potato, and there is hair on his feet, which is really ugly.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Weasley stopped the yarn she was knitting and shouted, "Fred, go open the door." ”

"Tell Ron to go. The twins pushed Ron, and Ron muttered to the door, opened the door, and was instantly stunned, almost swallowing the leaf in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Ai... Allan. ”

Ron couldn't help but look at the phoenix he had just seen on TV standing on Alan's shoulder, reflecting the snow outside the door, the afternoon sun shining on it, its golden yellow and bright red feathers dazzling, its long golden tail hanging down from the side of Alan's arm, but the long beak and claws made it even more majestic in its beauty.

"Merry Christmas!" Alan politely greeted Ron to bring him back to his senses, handing him a rectangular wrapped gift from his fanny pack.

Ron hesitated slightly, then finally accepted the gift and thanked him in a stiff tone.

Hearing Ron's name and Alan's voice, Arthur instantly sat up straight, saw Alan walking in at the door, and everyone in the room stood up to welcome him.

Sirius was particularly excited, he had been in a hurry to find Alan for half a semester, "Alan, about Kreacher, I want to ......" Before he could finish speaking, he was rejected by Alan waving his hand, "Sirius, we will talk about the contract between us later." ”

"Alan, I think this is ......" Sirius was anxious and grabbed the cloak that Eren was draped behind him.

Alan turned his head and raised an eyebrow to give him, the round eyes of the phoenix on his shoulder widened, and his gaze stared sharply at Sirius, as if he would attack at any moment, Sirius's hand couldn't help but pause, and Eren broke away from his pull.

Alan ignored Sirius, but gently stroked the phoenix first, "Ankh, you go outside first, and call you when I leave." ”

Phoenix, who had begun to get used to being massaged by Allen in human form, pecked Allen's fingers affectionately, glared at Sirius again, and then turned into a ball of flame and teleported away.

Sirius, who came to his senses and was even more annoyed, stretched out his hand to continue pulling, but was stopped by Lupin, who whispered in his ear, "Don't be impulsive, you don't want to lose face in front of the children." ”

Lupin's words reminded Sirius that he was aware of the gap in strength between himself and Allen, and thinking of the previous few times he had been deflated at the hands of this kid, Sirius reluctantly held back what he wanted to continue.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, for the sweater, this one looks great this year. Alan took the initiative to greet Mrs. Weasley who came over, pulled the collar of his robe outwards to reveal the Christmas gift Mrs. Weasley gave him inside, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Oh, please don't bother... I just ate a lot of coloured balls at Mr. Lovegood's house..."

"Well, dear, it's a pleasure to see you. Even though he had some opinions about Holks, Mrs. Weasley instantly forgot about the little unpleasantness and embraced him warmly after seeing him in person—which gave Alan the illusion that he was Helga, if it weren't for the strong smell of Lady Molly.

Alan sighed and shook his head to sober himself up, took out a delicately wrapped and fluttering gift box from his waist bag, and broke away from Mrs. Weasley's arms without a trace, "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley." ”

"Thank you, Alan. Mrs. Weasley took the present and happily opened the box.

Mrs. Weasley picked up a stack of tickets in the box and identified them, then suddenly stopped, as if she could even hold her breath: "Tickets for Cetina Warbeck's concert." ”

On each of the covers, a black-and-brown female singer is singing, and a horrible-looking but well-groomed female ghost chorus is harmonizing behind her.