Chapter 460: Celebration (modified)

After the trial was over, the wizards left, and Dumbledore and Irving Harris did not leave until they answered the reporters' questions.

As Ding Ding Dang and Kala Kala sounded, a lift descended in front of them. The golden fence door slid open slightly, and Dumbledore and Mr. Harris walked into the elevator together.

The door of the elevator was opened again, and four or five wizards went out. At the same time, several paper planes swooped into the elevator. Dumbledore looked up and watched them flying slowly around the top of his head.

"The tranquility of the magic world is about to be broken soon. Voldemort and his Death Eaters, Harris of the Ministry of Magic ... The Phoenix Society must unite ..." Dumbledore thought that Voldemort might be faced when he returns The situation is worrying.

"Principal Dumbledore, please tell Alasto Moody and wait for him to get better. Please come to the Ministry of Magic. We need him to come to the Ministry of Magic to make some records." Albert stood on Dumbledore's side Rear, leaned over and said.

"Alasto was not rescued by you?" Dumbledore turned his head in surprise, and he and Albert looked at each other.

"Have he not been rescued by you? Out of respect for Principal Dumbledore, we Aurors will not enter the Hogwarts Castle unless necessary. We should have told Professor McGonagall." Ai Burt explained.

Dumbledore's hand reached into the sleeve of the magic robe, and a phoenix tail feather emerged from the cuff for a short while, and then retracted again.

When the elevator stopped in the first floor of the hall, Dumbledore had just walked out of the elevator, and Fox appeared in front of him. His thin and old hand touched Fox's back, and the figure disappeared from the Ministry of Magic.

"In the evening, our Harris family will hold a celebration banquet. At the banquet, I will introduce you as an heir to all the core members of the Harris family. You need to speak on stage." Mr. Irwin Harris returned to the Harris family The tower directly found Allen and assigned a task to Allen.

Allen did not rush to agree, but asked: "What about Albert and Renn?"

"I have talked to both of them. Albert's character is not suitable for leading the Harris family, and Renn also said that your strength is far more suitable than him as the future helm of the Harris family. They will support you. "" Mr. Irving Harris has his own calculations in mind, and has already arranged them properly.

"But, don't have enough time to write a speech?" Allen was not afraid to speak on stage, but the time was too short.

"I'm ready." Owen smiled and took out a piece of parchment that had been prepared and handed it to Allen.

Upon seeing this, Allen no longer hesitated and unfolded the parchment to find that his father had annotated every tone and even the movement of his body.

That night, in the garden of the Harris family ’s manor, the manor where Aunt Josephine was, in the garden, five long strips of table characters were laid out, and the pale yellow tablecloth almost hung on the grass, and the evening breeze gently blew in The faces of the people participating in the banquet, accompanied by the fragrance of various flowers in the garden, made the participants relaxed and happy.

Morgan Le Fay and Josephine have been busy with the house elf Maggie for this celebration feast for a whole day. A plate of gourmet food automatically rotates along the long table on each table. When a plate of food is eaten up, new food will be automatically added to the plate.

The elite wizards who originally belonged to Grindelwald and their descendants, and now belong to the Harris family, have performed well in the training class, and the elites who joined the Harris family have sat down and enjoyed this relaxed and happy feast.

After the banquet, the colorful lights on the field suddenly went out, and a stage was raised at the front of the long table. After the banquet, the colorful lights on the field suddenly went out, and a stage was raised at the front of the long table. Owen Harris In a formal suit, he walked onto the stage with his head raised.

"First of all, thank you for your presence, thank you for your contribution to the Harris family, and congratulations on the reward you have received." Irving raised the glass in his hand. Everyone on the floor stood up and picked up the glass.

After drinking in the glass, Irving continued: "In this operation, in addition to accepting almost all valuable positions of the Crouch faction, after consultation with Minister of Magic Fudge, we obtained A victory! "

Owen paused, looked around the wizards on the field, satisfied to find that all their attention was focused on him, so he continued: "I, I Owen Harris was promoted to Deputy Minister of Magic, my second My son, Len Harris, succeeded me in my original position as the director of the Enforcement Department of Magic Law. "

Owen frowned, and Fudge firmly disagreed with Albert's replacement of Scrimgeour, but rather offered the condition of letting Daisy, who is not qualified enough, really ... Owen resisted the unhappiness in his heart.

"And my eldest daughter, Daisy Harris, was appointed Director of the International Department of Magical Cooperation, responsible for handling foreign affairs, coordinating and coordinating matters related to the Ministry of Magic around the world, and co-organizing various types of exchange activities." Owen stretched out his hand in the direction of Daisy, and at the moment, Daisy, who was a little careless, also graced a wizard's ceremony.

"What needs our attention is that, according to the agreement with Fudge, we will keep the minimum silence on whether the mysterious man returns, including Hogwarts' new elite who joined the Harris family, please also pay attention to this Point, as far as possible to restrict the compatriots in the training class next year not to publicly express their views on this matter. In return, Fudge will strive to award more Merlin Jazz Class 3 medals for your heroic performance during the attack. "

Irving Harris looked at the excited little wizards, ignoring the performance of his family in the Sea Snake incident. He couldn't help but think: It is still easy for children to be satisfied. The gold medal of the third-class medal is not high. At that time, the scammer of Gidero Lockhart can get one, which is completely different from the one that he will fight for his son, and he still has to send Alan to Professor Penello. The Hellhound Summoning Curse counted as his major academic contribution to be eligible for the application, and also told Fudge that a magical world needs to create a new one that has nothing to do with Dumbledore and Dumbledore ’s savior Harry Potter. It was for reasons such as idols that he barely persuaded him to help apply.

"Next, I would like to introduce to you the heirs of our Harris family, my youngest son, Alan Harris. I am no stranger to him here, so I wo n’t go into details about his excellence. I hope that his future achievements will not let you down. In addition, the Minister of Magic is also fighting for the Merlin Jazz First Class Medal because of Allen ’s rescue of a train of Muggles and his major contribution in the science of summoning spells! "

Mr. Harris said proudly, "Let's welcome Alan Harris to say a few words for us."

"Abbot, aren't you the eldest son?" Said Furong, who was wearing a moon-white naked shoulder dress and pursed her lips.

"Without Allen, there would be no Harris today." Albert hurriedly glanced at Furong, then relieved that she was carelessly playing with her silver shiny hair, obviously also just a little curious and not really caring about herself. Whether to become heir.

In the thunderous applause, Allen, who took off his usual school uniform and was wearing the H94 uniform, flew to the stage. The soft light did not know where it came from, and illuminated the high stage.

"My brothers, sisters, friends: Your applause should not be given to me. It should be dedicated to you." Allen's wand was drawn in a semicircle and pointed to the wizards below.

"So please applaud yourself." Allen first applauded softly, and the cheers and applause of the wizards rang out from the audience.

"Someone said." Allen lowered his head, played with his wand, kneaded the end of the wand, and then looked in the direction of the training class: "I hate wizards without talents, ordinary wizards, poor students, and people who don't use spells, That ’s why they are not allowed to join the training class I organized, and they are not allowed to join the Harris family. "

Allen put his hands behind his back, stepped on his feet and said in a deep voice: "I don't hate them, no."

"I think," Allen paused a little: "Ordinary wizards are not cheap ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is just different from us. They are not worthless, but have other value."

The field was extremely quiet, and the young wizards were all attracted by Alan's perception that they were different from the wizarding elite.

"Talent, only blooms in a very small number of souls," Allen once again painted an elegant circle to the wizards under the field, a huge patron saint --- Phoenix flying around the audience, He slowly retracted his wand and pointed it gently down the field again, "only given to those with higher pursuits."

Allen put his hands behind his back again: "Oh, what a wonderful world we can create for all wizards. For all wizards, the time has come for us, those who live for freedom and truth."

"Today, we have risen, and we have regained our due status." Allen spread his hands and raised his hand holding the wand, the tip of the wand pointed directly at the sky.

As soon as the voice fell, thunder thundered in the sky, the wizards on the field cheered with excitement, and the old wizards who had been serving for Grindelwald, who had already been the candles in the wind, listened to this familiar speech. Tears filled with excitement, embarrassment, stood up as if a new vitality broke out again, followed Alan to raise his wand to the sky.

Penello looked at the tearful old men. Although she felt **** herself, it was difficult to understand how these people reacted more than herself. Do these elderly people like Allen more than themselves?

"How did you react so much?" Penello asked quietly, unable to suppress his curiosity.

"You should be glad that there are no opponents here today." A follower of Grindelwald next to him wiped tears and snots, grinned a lot of teeth, and smiled at her with a bad intention.