Vol 2 Chapter 584: �第�

"Alan fell behind the curtain of the death penalty chamber?" Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris' voice trembled involuntarily.
Daisy listened at a loss. There was a dead silence in the room, feeling that all happiness and the pillars of their happy life were about to be crushed in a moment. Suddenly, it became dark outside, and the world seemed to have changed suddenly and completely.
For a while, only a low and deep cry was heard in the room, mixed with intermittent sounds of comfort and soft relief from Lotus. Daisy couldn't cry and couldn't say a word for a while.
Taking out her mother’s strength as a mother, Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris, who was also crying, soon recovered her expression. She read the parchment that Furong had brought again. The writing on it was very scribble, but it was OK. It was confirmed that the handwriting of her husband Owen Harris was correct. Judging from the strength that almost penetrated the back of the paper, she knew that Owen must be as sad as herself at this time.
Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris stretched out her hand to embrace Daisy and Fleur, and said in a tone that they would never forget: "We are leaving now, although it seems too late. Oh, Alan, he I have to bear such a heavy pressure at such a young age. It is my fault that I insist on not letting him participate in tonight's action..."
"Merlin will bless good people! I don't want to shed tears here. It's a waste of time. Let's go quickly, Daisy." Fleur said sincerely, gently wiping the tears from Daisy's face. She held Daisy's hand tightly. Daisy didn't shake it away for the first time, but instead held Fleur with her backhand.
In the Office of the Minister of Magic, "Can you be sure that Mr. Alan Harris was dragged behind the curtain?" Dumbledore supported the crescent-shaped glasses and confirmed to Lun.
"Yes. The Auror and the company's staff were too late to react. Everything happened too fast, but they saw Alan being dragged in." Lun couldn't control his emotions anymore and choked. Turn around.
"I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it..." Dumbled sighed heavily, shook his head regretfully, and glanced pity at Mr. Irving Harris who was sitting on the chair without expression. "Let's talk another day. , I think I should leave the time to you and your family now."
After speaking, Dumbledore stood up and Apparated and left.
Owen Harris sat in front of the minister's desk, his face pale and calm. Fudge, who was behind the desk, felt that he was much better at this time. Although his power was not preserved, at least his family was safe. Lun had turned his back, as if he was sorting out the papers, but his trembling hands couldn't separate the papers. The papers were piled scattered on the table.
"Sorrow, Owen." Fudge's eyes showed sympathy, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that Alan Harris, a talented young man, was a pity. However, without Alan, although the Harris family has risen, it may not be enough to guarantee that it will remain so strong...
"Owen, I think the Harris family had better converge. After you lose... well... under the current circumstances, it's not a good thing to be too high-profile." Fudge hesitated for a moment, and then said the words of advice. He said, "Those pure-blood families will see Alan Harris being able to fight against mysterious people, and considering Alan’s infinite possibilities in the future, they have to be very tolerant of you. But now, if The Harris family’s actions are still so big that when they touch their interests, they will definitely encounter resistance. And now only Dumbledore can guarantee everyone’s safety. It is conceivable that a group of people will switch to Dumbledore. Or just take refuge in mysterious people... Irving, we can't let the British wizarding world fall into infighting."
Owen Harris leaned on the chair, he looked down at the wand in his hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. After recovering his expressionless face, he raised his head and tried his best to endure the grief and regret. Consider what to do. "I must be steady, I haven't completed the control of the Ministry of Magic, otherwise there will be no...Without Alan, the actions that have already started cannot be stopped."
Fudge continued, his tone of voice full of sincerity: "If you want, let me be the deputy minister. I can help you negotiate with those pure-blood families. The magical world should not be chaotic at this time. Everyone should help each other. Help you compromise with each other."
Lun tried to barely calm down, and he gave his father the list of changes in the Ministry of Magic that he had finally compiled: "Father, Albert has gone to pick up Emily. They should be almost there."
"Sorry Lun, I have to keep you with me." Mr. Owen Harris glanced apologetically at the trembling hands of his second son, knowing that although the other party looks colder and the relationship between the other brothers and sisters in the family is more indifferent, but Just not good at expressing love... I also want to be with my family at this moment, but for the sake of this family, he must be strong at this time to deal with the remaining power of the Ministry of Magic~EbookFREE.me~Amy When Rei and Albert arrived at the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris' face was as pale as paper. She looked directly at the lightly fluttering curtains, as if the lightly fluttering curtains were like one. Like a sharp sword, it pierced her chest.
"Alan is there, right?" She seemed to be asking, and she seemed to be talking to herself. The overwhelmed mother had no tears at this time. The wand slipped silently into her palm and suddenly moved towards her with excitement. The curtain rushed over.
Hermione, who had been carefully observing Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris, rushed over and hugged her, "Mrs. Harris, Luna has already gone in to look for Allen. Luna, she turned out to be Luo. Inaravinclaw herself... she promised to let Alan come back."
Hermione hurriedly repeated what Luna had said to the distressed them, which made them seem to have lost all strength, and Morgan Le Fay and Daisy, who were sitting on the ground, were shocked to speak.
The braided Emily walked gently in front of her mother, her palms and the backs of her hands were gently stroked up and down on her cheeks: "It will be okay, Mom."
Morgan Le Fay hugged her little daughter and put her head on her shoulders: "Oh, I'm sorry, my little sweet bear..." She thought that her daughter hadn't fully figured out how to enter the curtain significance.
At this time, Emily, who was leaning over her shoulders, was holding her mother with her hands, her eyes were raised in the direction of the drapery, and then she glanced at the Gryffindor student standing not far away. Umbrella team, the eyes under the super long eyelashes are filled with bloodshot eyes, and the eyes are even a little gloomy, and the sweet face is full of gloom.