Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Well, Albert is in the room." Alan stepped away, but stared at the Auror intently.

Penello smiled brightly and entered the tent first.

"Hi, Penello." Daisy rubbed her shoulders and walked downstairs, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hi, Daisy, what's the matter with you?" Penello tilted his head a little strangely and glanced upstairs.

"Her massage technique is worse than yours." Daisy turned her mouth upward, and Penello's eyes fell on Allen's door.

"Oh?" Penello turned around and glanced at Allen playfully.

Allen stroked his nose uncomfortably.

"It feels like she is torturing me. I want to recruit, but I don't know what to recruit." Daisy didn't notice the eyebrow lawsuit between the two people.

This directly made Penello couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Penello?" Albert came out of the room and he heard Penello's voice.

"Albert, after all the Aurors' efforts overnight, all the wounded were properly treated. Except for the troublemaker who needed to be sent to the St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital, the others were taken to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation. As for the Muggles who were injured last night, they have been given the Forgetting Curse after the treatment.” Penello introduced the situation to Albert simply and neatly.

"Okay, you guys have worked hard." Albert Nodded and was surprised to see that Penello's face suddenly showed a playful smile, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is there anything else?"

Penello gently pulled the hair from his forehead to one side, and smiled: "There was a troubled wizard who escaped the hunt, but he was killed by Muggles."

This brought the attention of everyone in this room in the tent to Penello-it was incredible.

"An eyewitness saw that in the woods, a short but stout black wizard with a bald head and tattoos ran into a Muggle after escaping from the hunt. He wanted to torture the Muggle, but he was overwhelmed in his hands. His iron sandalwood wand accidentally slipped out, but was snatched by Muggles." Penello leaned on the armchair behind him, raised his eyebrows, and a playful smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"He lost his wand?" Daisy asked in surprise.

"He's not the only one. I heard that Ron in the Weasley's house also lost his wand, and he hasn't recovered it yet." Albert laughed.

"Anything can happen in chaos." Penello shrugged. "What you can't think of is still behind. The dark wizard uses the hardest iron ebony wand, and it's very sharp. That Muggle uses the wand as a dagger. , Pierced straight into the dark wizard's abdomen, and pulled it out. His intestines were even dragged out, scattered on the ground, blood flowing everywhere."

Penello’s face showed unabashed sarcasm and joy, “The trees in the forest and the mud are full of his **** handprints. Perhaps he wants to take back his wand to heal himself. Obviously, he did not achieve his goal. Died after struggling for a long time. It's so pathetic."

"Oh, Mr. Lucius Malfoy might not be very happy to hear this." Penello thought of Malfoy who had just met at the entrance of the tent. "The dark wizard happened to have the same name as his son Draco. "

"Albert, Lun, we should go to the Ministry of Magic." Mr. Harris walked out of the study. Although he didn't sleep all night, his spirit still looked good.

"So many people have been arrested and they need to be tried one by one. We may have to work overtime in the ministry these days and we don't need to prepare food for us. Allen, maybe soon, you can get the second-level Merlin Medal. ."

Owen looked at his younger son Alan, "You transported the wounded during the battle so that they can be treated in time. Fudge decided to get you the Merlin Class II Medal. The Bulgarian minister knelt down in front of Fudge and he was very happy."

Owen looked at Alan with a smile, with an expression on his face inviting credit to his son, which made Alan immediately understand the real reason for getting the medal.

Seeing Allen noticed, Owen nodded in satisfaction and walked over to hug his wife again. At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.

Alan opened the door, unable to look away at once, standing outside the door was a somewhat unnaturally beautiful girl, with long, waterfall-like silver hair hanging down to her waist. She has big blue eyes and clean white teeth.

"Excuse me, is this the Harris family tent?" The beautiful girl has a slightly hoarse voice, and she speaks English with a little French accent.

Allen came back to his senses immediately. Why are all the beautiful girls here looking for Albert?

"Is Penello still here?" asked an Auror with a tan face.

"Daddanian, hello, long time no see." Allen recognized the identity of the Auror and greeted him quickly, "Penello is inside, are you here to find her? Come in."

Under Danian’s introduction, everyone finally understood that this amazingly beautiful girl was called Fleur Delacour, and she came to thank Penello specifically.

The elderly witch that Penello used to rescue by "transfer of injury" last night was Fleur's grandmother.

Fleur rushed over with Penello's unimaginable enthusiasm and kissed Penello twice on each cheek.

Penello looked like he was frightened, which made Allen couldn't help laughing.

Furong immediately turned to look at him, "Ah, and you, sorry, maybe it's because you didn't wear a Quidditch jersey, I just didn't recognize you as the seeker from England~www.ltnovel.com~ Thank you for helping too."

After saying this, Fleur walked up to Alan, lowered his head and kissed him before Alan could respond. Then, everyone present got her thanks.

Allen noticed that Albert's ears reddened desperately when Fleur approached.

Albert’s feelings at this time are very complicated. It’s not that he has never had a girlfriend, but he has never felt like this before. He feels like a fire on his face. If there is more heat in his ears, he will not be at all. Not surprising.

Except for the eager Auror Dardanian, almost everyone got a kiss from this very charming girl-the other party’s pedigree of the charm made most of the wizards in this tent. Can't hate her French passion.

Owen rubbed his waist that was pinched by his wife, pretending to be stern and greeted Albert and Lun to leave.

Only Penello seemed to be a little bit overwhelmed by the French enthusiasm, and he quickly said goodbye. There were still more things to do with their Aurors.

The tent quickly became quiet again, and Allen found that Hermione was sitting alone at the table, constantly fiddling with the food on the plate with a fork, but didn't eat a bite.

"Hermione, you don't seem to be very happy." Allen walked over to Hermione and sat down.

"When I was massaging Daisy just now, she screamed and jumped up to make me realize that my massage was bad..." Hermione drooped her furry head, looking a little sad. "You should tell me..."

"You just lack a little time to practice... How about we go and eat something delicious, do you want to eat?" Allen suggested.

"Cheese cake from Little Mother's Cake Shop." Hermione gave an answer that was unexpected but reasonable.