Chapter 357: Guide (modified, thanks to Super Silver Alliance Ksg, Magic...

"Alan Harris." A low, exotic voice sounded.
Victor Krum followed Allen, who looked at him suspiciously.
Although he walked with splayed legs, his speed was not slow at all.
"Harris, do you know where Hemi...Hemien is?" Krum said straightforwardly.
"She's in a very safe place." Allen understood that the other party was obviously worried about Hermione. He forced a hint of unhappiness in her heart, said quickly, and then couldn't help adding, "Excuse me, Krum, you and Hermione is not yet familiar enough to call her by her first name."
"Then this lady is also a very close friend to you?" Krum swept across Penello next to Allen. Without his front teeth, his slightly leaky voice gave him a funny and exotic tone. .
"It has nothing to do with you." Allen ignored Krum no longer and accelerated his pace.
Kingsley looked very bad, he was swayed from left to right, and all kinds of curses were intertwined around him.
"Phantom Killer." Allen raised his arm, and a spell was accurately shot on a tall wizard who was wielding a magic wand desperately.
A vague black mist shrouded the wizard's head.
The wizard suddenly threw away his wand, as if he had seen something terrifying, curled up on the ground, shivering.
Suddenly, he hit a loud hiccup, convulsed and passed out.
The hooded wizard next to him was obviously taken aback by the sudden change. Kingsley seized the opportunity and a petrification curse hit him.
The last wizard who besieged Kingsley was subdued by the surrounding Aurors.
"Oh, thank you..." Kingsley wanted to express his thanks, but was interrupted by Penello.
"Heal their injuries first." Penello said, with a gentle smile, and took the hand of the elder witch hiding behind Kingsley, and put her hand on the ground. On the fallen wizard.
Penello stretched out his wand, but Kingsley grabbed her arm, "Krivart, what are you going to do?"
Kingsley's expression was extremely serious.
"Of course it is to treat her injuries. The medication is too slow. I use'Injury Transfer' and she will get better soon." Penello looked at the wizard who collapsed on the ground in disgust. "It makes no sense. The evildoer has nothing to do, but the innocent person has to endure the pain."
"No, Klivat, this is not in compliance." Kingsley wanted to continue to stop, but Alan stepped forward and blocked Penello.
"You don't have the ability to protect them, you can't even protect yourself. Now you are accusing me. Don't you think it is ridiculous?" Penello raised his eyebrows and mocked unceremoniously.
Afterwards, she directly performed the damage transfer, transferring the injury of the old witch to the fainted wizard.
He immediately groaned in pain, and his arm was twisted into an extremely strange posture.
"It's the same Auror, but even your trainees reacted so quickly. Obviously you were prepared. We haven't received any news. There must be a conspiracy in it." Kingsley stared straight at Penello, not letting go. Her look changes at any point.
"Your training is too old-fashioned, and you are still playing the spy set. And we, relying on advanced equipment and clear division of labor team training, are sufficient to deal with any emergencies." Penello's red lips raised slightly and improved. Volume, "You, have already escaped from the times."
Everyone around heard her last words and looked at Kingsley.
"It seems that you won't accept that I can help you through the'transfer of injury'." Penello raised his eyebrows and continued: "Shackle, aren't you the best at calming people's hearts and calming people? How long will I stay? I'll give it to you personally. Anyway, you are also injured. Just help the injured here, don't delay our fight."
Following Penello's gesture, several young Auror reserves walked out of the team.
Kingsley's face was extremely ugly, but Penello didn't stay anymore, whispered something while holding the collar, and strode away.
"Albert notified the assembly." Penello explained briefly to Allen.
"This black bald guy will definitely tell Scrimgeour about his suspicion today." Penello said quickly.
"Rufus Scrimgeour is a resolute and resolute person. After he joined the work, most of his energy has been devoted to dealing with the dark wizard. He will definitely like your actions tonight. He has been pro-Dumbledore because of this. The wizards are at odds."
Irving Harris had already discussed and discussed this matter with his three sons, so Allen was not worried at all and comforted Penello gently.
Allen and the others quickly passed through the camp and entered the dense forest to a relatively open high ground. After going deeper, Allen 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 confronted the uniformed young Auror Reserves ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Allen's eldest brother Albert was at the forefront.
"What should we do if the main force of this group of troubles has been in a stalemate with us?" Fudge looked at the considerable number of Death Eaters gathered in the distance, and wiped his sweaty forehead with his sleeve.
Owen saw his younger son Alan coming from a distance, and nodded at him. Then he heard Fudge's words, his eyes flashed, and he whispered softly, "If you don't let go of the authority to use any magic spell, I'm afraid this battle will not be easy to fight."
Scrimgeour next to him heard Owen Harris’ whispers and glanced at him in surprise. It seems that since his son became an Auror, Mr. Harris has not only changed from a dove to a hawk, but now he even supports Since then, he has vetoed the arbitrary right to fire.
Regardless of the reason for Mr. Harris’s change of attitude, Scrimgeour welcomed such a change.
"Minister, while the matter is still not serious now, temporarily bypass the voting and let go of the authority to fire at will. In this way, once you successfully subdue these troublemakers, you will be a leader." Scrimgeour persuaded and talked. The time is very persuasive, "Otherwise, the delay will change. If they are rushed, I am afraid they will be hit hard. Once there are casualties, in the current situation, it is an international scandal. Minister, you need to make a decision as soon as possible."
Scrimgeour's words made Fudge, who was in a state of anxiety, found the backbone. He nodded, and according to Scrimgeour's words, notified the Aurors below that he was allowed to fire at will.
Scrimgeour's eyes were scorching, and he stared at the troublemakers who were beginning to agitate in the field.
A satisfied smile flashed across the corner of Owen's mouth, inducing Fudge to let go of his permission to fire at will. This was part of their plan, and now it has been successfully completed.