"Allen fell behind the curtain of the execution chamber?" Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris's voice trembled.

Daisy listened at a loss, and the room fell into a dead silence, feeling that in an instant, all the happiness and the pillars of their happy life were about to be shattered. The outside suddenly became dark clouds, and the world seemed to have suddenly changed completely.

For a while, only a low and deep cry was heard in the room, mixed with intermittent comfort and gentle comfort from Fujimo. Daisy and Morgan Lefay Harris were sobbing and could not say a word.

The strong Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris returned to her expression not long after. She looked carefully at the parchment paper brought by Furong. The writing on it was very sloppy, but it was confirmed that it was her husband Irving Harris's handwriting. Judging from the strength that almost penetrated into the back of the paper, she knew that Irving must be as sad as she was at this time.

Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris stretched out her hand and held Daisy and Furong, and said in a tone that they would never forget: "We are leaving now, although it seems too late. Oh, Allen, he was so young that he had to bear such heavy pressure. It was my fault that I should insist on not letting him participate in the action tonight..."

"Merlin will bless the good people! I don't want to shed tears here. This is a waste of time. Let's go there quickly, Daisy." Furong said sincerely, while gently wiping away the tears from Daisy's face. She held Daisy's hand tightly. Daisy didn't shake it away for the first time, but held Furong with her backhand.

The Minister of Magic’s Office, “Can you confirm that Mr. Allen Harris was pulled behind the curtain?” Dumbledore held up the crescent-shaped glasses and confirmed to Lunn.

"Yes. The Aurors present and the company's employees didn't have time to react. Everything happened too quickly, but they saw Alan being pulled in with their own eyes." Lun could no longer control his emotions and turned around with a sob.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it..." Dumbledore sighed heavily, shook his head regretfully, and glanced at Mr. Irving Harris, who was sitting on the chair with pity. "Our conversation will go on another day, and I think we should leave time for you and your family now."

After saying that, Dumbledore stood up and moved away.

Irving Harris sat in front of the minister's desk, his face pale and calm. Fudge, behind the desk, felt much better at this time. Although his power was not guaranteed, at least his family was safe. Lun had already turned his back, as if he was sorting out the documents, but his trembling hands could not separate the documents, and the documents were piled up scattered on the table.

"Sad, Irving." Fudge's eyes showed sympathy. He felt from the bottom of his heart that Alan Harris, a teenager with amazing talent, was a pity. However, without Alan, although the Harris family had risen, it might not be enough to guarantee that they would continue to be so strong...

"Irving, I think the Harris family should be more restrained. In the current situation, it is not a good thing to be too high-profile and ostentatious in this situation." Fudge hesitated for a moment and said the advice, "Those pure-blood families will see that Alan Harris can fight against the mysterious man, and considering the infinite possibilities of Allen's future, they have to tolerate you very much. But now, if the Harris family's actions are still so big, they will definitely encounter resistance when they touch their interests. And now only Dumbledore can ensure everyone's safety. It can be imagined that there will definitely be a group of people who will turn to Dumbledore or directly join the mysterious man... Irving, we cannot let the British wizarding world fall into internal struggle."

Irving Harris leaned on the chair, he lowered his eyes and looked at the wand in his hand. The corners of his eyes twitched a few times. He raised his head, and tried his best to endure the grief and regret, constantly thinking about what to do. "I must stabilize myself. I have not completed the control of the Ministry of Magic, otherwise I will no longer... Without Alan, I will not stop the movements that have already begun."

Foggy continued, his tone full of sincerity: "If you want, let me serve as the deputy minister. I can help you negotiate with those pure blood families. The magic world cannot be confused at this time. Everyone should help each other. I will help you compromise with each other."

Lun tried hard to calm down, and he gave the list of changes in the Ministry of Magic personnel that he had finally sorted out to his father: "Father, Albert has gone to pick up Emily, they should have arrived."

"Sorry, Lun, I have to keep you here with me." Mr. Irving Harris looked apologetically at his second son's trembling hands, knowing that although the other party seemed cold, he was just not good at expressing love... He also wanted to be with his family at this moment, but for this family, he had to strongly handle the remaining powers of the Ministry of Magic at this time.

When Emily and Albert arrived at the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Morgan Lefay Harris's face was as pale as paper. She stared at the gently floating curtain, as if the floating curtain was pierced into her chest like a sharp sword.

"Allen is right there?" She seemed to be asking, or talking to herself. The overly sad mother had no tears at this time. The wand quietly slid to her palm, and suddenly rushed towards the curtain excitedly.

Hermione, who had been observing Morgan LeFie Harris carefully, rushed over and hugged her, "Mrs. Harris, Luna has gone in to find Allen. Luna, she is Royna Ravenclaw herself...she promised Allen will definitely come back."

Hermione quickly repeated what Luna said to them, which made Morgan Lefay and Daisy, who had already lost all their strength and were slumped on the ground, so surprised that they could not speak.

Emily, wearing a braid, walked gently to her mother's face, and her palms and backs gently stroked her cheeks: "It will be fine, mom."

Morgan LeFey hugged her little daughter and put her head on her shoulders: "Oh, sorry, my little sweet bear..." She thought her daughter could not fully understand the meaning of entering the curtain.

At this time, Emily, who was leaning over her shoulder, held her mother with her hands, looked up at the direction of the curtain, and then looked at the protective umbrella team standing not far away, which was still Gryffindor's student-like. The eyes under the super long eyelashes were filled with blood, their eyes were even a little gloomy, and their sweet face was full of gloom.
Chapter completed!