"Minister Owen Harris, as a pure-blood, are you watching your youngest son, Mr. Alan Harris, mess around?" a pure-blood wizard who couldn't hold back tried to warn his father, Owen, angrily, seeing Allen's resolute attitude.

His words were echoed by a number of people, and one wizard after another stood up and made an impassioned statement, continuing to dwell on the previous reasoning, hoping that the Harris family would retract the decision—posing that if the Harris family did not compromise, they would always persuade and persevere to the end.

"Since the Harris family wants to donate their own family heirloom knowledge, it is indeed inconvenient for us to stop it, this kind of selfless behavior is worthy of praise, which can improve the strength of all wizards and further promote the development of the wizarding world!" Dempst Wiggleswald clapped his hands as if to cheer for Allen's decision, and then straightened his glasses with his finger, "But after all, Mr. Alan Harris and your family have proven your superiority in the dark arts in the past few years, but as rumored to be, the greatest white wizard in the world, Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was just as worried about his feud with Mr. Alan Harris, and I think we ordinary people would do us a disservice if we didn't have any scruples about learning magic... Maybe we can find a compromise and set up a new body of Charms Masters to judge and review this knowledge before deciding what is safe enough to release it? I think it's a safer thing for wizards of all identities and origins..."

"The resident advisor to Spell Innovation, Mr. Isa Spangler, is up to the task, and his ancestor, Professor Catullus Spangel, wrote the famous Spell of Defense and Deterrence!" "Milrison Bird's father, Ben Spander, who was chubby and almost had a three-layered chin, had his eyes lit up at this time, and he glanced approvingly at Wigswald, his face a little greedy, "Minister Owen Harris, the Ministry of Magic can also be more involved, I think this is a win-win situation, and it also upholds the traditions of our British wizarding community." ”

Alan nodded at the fat wizard who suggested to his father, "Well, you all have a point, it's indeed our pure-blood wizard's responsibility to uphold traditions. ”

Ben Birdside was a little incredulous, and then his eyes lit up: "So, Mr. Alan Harris, you agree?

"You are mistaken, Mr. Birdside, I mean to preserve traditions... I'm just saying that I'm always willing to fight alone with my wizard friends who are dissatisfied with my decision, and have a traditional method of resolving disputes with our wizards, which is a wizard duel, I don't need assistants, but you can choose the assistants you want at will, Mr. Birdsted, what do you think?" Alan looked at Ben Birdsted with a mischievous expression and smiled a little contemptuously, he felt that these pure-blood families couldn't help but take advantage of themselves at such a moment...

Ben Bird's smile froze like a duck being choked by the neck, and some meaningless sounds came out of his throat.

The wizards who had been clamoring for opposition before were also blocked by Allen, and wizard duels were indeed a tradition of settling disputes, but in fact, in this era of ease, there are actually very few such bloody traditions left over from ancient times.

The most important thing is that this is a duel initiated by Alan Harris, who can fight one-on-one with the mysterious man, even if these purebloods know through their own means that the battle in the Ministry of Magic is actually different from the report, and they know that Alan is actually a little inferior at the beginning, but who knows the whole process who has the confidence and the courage to really agree - I'm afraid that only Albus Dumbledore can temporarily overpower Allen in this.

The scene was quiet for a while, their hearts were like swallowing a fly alive, the feeling of grievance made their chests feel tight, these pure-blood wizards made eye contact with each other - since the Harris family is determined to stand in the native British family... No, it should be said that it is only on the opposite side of the pure-blood families now, so they will have to discuss countermeasures together.

"It seems that Mr. Birdside doesn't seem to have any objections?" After the strong side was revealed, Alan didn't want to be afraid of others because of his performance just now, so he spoke calmly, "Please pure-blood wizards don't worry, I'm also a member of the pure-blood family, I'm not targeting anyone... It is also the will of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw herself to spread knowledge, so as long as you wish, whether you are a pure-blood or half-blood or Muggle-born, the Ravenclaw Temple welcomes any wizard who seeks truth and wisdom, and as long as you are willing to abide by the relevant regulations, the temple will be open to you, and it will also show you a path to a higher level, in the temple there is no identity, there is only one common identity, and that is wizards..."

Dempst Wiggleswald, who was originally suppressed by Allen's invitation to a duel, couldn't help but speak again at this time: "Mr. Alan Harris, can I understand your words like this, you are also admitting, do you think that Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw has really become a 'god' and survived until now?"

"I think there was a lot of excitement about whether or not they were the heirs of Salazar Slytherin, the mysterious man Mr. Tom Riddle and my classmate Mr. Harry Potter, who were half-blood wizards," Alan folded his hands, "Of course, I don't mean to say that I am the heir of Mr. Salazar Slytherin, but to say... I am where I am today because of the gift of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw herself, and I am the heir to Ravenclaw. ”

Wigswald, who heard Allen's words in person, still suppressed the shock in his heart, and as a completely chosen to stand on the opposite side of Harris today, he seized the opportunity to continue to express himself: "... So, Mr. Alan Harris's donation of the Ravenclaw Shrine at St. Mungo's Hospital was premeditated? Let me be presumptuous, are you really sure that Ms. Ravenclaw has really become a god? Maybe it is possible that Mr. Alan Harris you have been bewitched by some evil spirit... As far as I know, some devils and demons often use these tactics to trick Muggles into believing in them in order to gain their souls..."

"I'm just following the will of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, in order to spread knowledge and wisdom, and the glory of our wizards makes it difficult for us to believe in any gods and goddesses like Muggles, but superior wisdom is our greatest treasure...."Allen put his hands behind his back and spread them out in front of him, "We should think about what Lady Rowena Ravenclaw has done since her manifestation, and the various ways to obtain knowledge from the temple I think everyone can see. Lady Ravenclaw is just trying to spread our wizarding knowledge, to spread the knowledge that has been lost because we are conservative, to restore the glory of the wizarding world, if you have a good enough history of magic, you should have heard of a saying from ancient times, those wizards in the era of legends thought that the gods were just some more powerful wizards, and now the existence of Lady Ravenclaw's miracles just confirms this, as for the question of faith, as for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway..."

After saying that, Alan looked at the gray-haired wizard who had made trouble with them a few times, and fell silent again, regretting that it seemed that the other party's ability seemed to be quite good, or that Lunn and his father should have used a more gentle method on him in the first place, of course, this thought was only a fleeting moment, and he only felt a little pity.

"Also, I have to remind everyone that the library in the temple, no matter what method you choose, as long as you follow the rules of the method you choose, the knowledge in this library will be open to you... But this temple and the ones that will be built in the future will be protected by powerful multiple protection spells to ensure that nothing can be burned except wicks and wax oil, no piece of paper can be burned in this castle, and there will also be protection to block teleportation and destructive spells, kill any fungi and bugs, and have some other secret properties. Alan let himself glance at everyone in the audience, "And I want to remind everyone that wizards who don't wear special markings that allow access to the area of the temple library will be attacked by magical traps and temple guards that I have personally set up if they try to enter these inner rooms... So if you don't want to die, it's best to follow the normal route... This is also the power given to the temple by the relevant laws of the Ministry of Magic..."Allen's tone was very flat, as if he was saying something normal, and after saying that, he turned around and waved his hand to the open space next to him.

The pure-blood Muggle wizards in the audience, whether they were dissatisfied with Allen's decision, or dissatisfied with the process being too troublesome and trying to act behind their backs, did not dare to take this lightly - in fact, many pure-blood families were quite annoyed, and the law that they could kill trespassers was originally a clause set by their ancestors to serve them in order to prevent their knowledge from being stolen by outsiders, but now it was used by Allen to deal with themselves.

As Ellen's arm fell again, two flames appeared in the air, countless skulls that seemed to be screaming silently appeared after burning, and along with the flames, a tall arch of skulls appeared.

“HO！HA！HUO！HO！HA！HUO！”

“Ravenclaw！Ravenclaw！Naal ok zin los vahriin！”

At this time, from inside the door came a neat and loud shout, followed by a magnificent and low, like a war song, this song carried an ancient atmosphere, very majestic, surging with infinite war spirit. (Author's note: That's right, it's the Song of Grabbing the Roots, replacing Dovahkiin with Ravenclaw.)