"These wizards are just as quarrels as a group of moles..." Alfred Crawford, who left Allen, rushed straight along the streets of Diagon Alley. He watched the news on the road that the Harris family had just announced at the press conference. The ordinary wizards who were excited about it said that things were similar to what his master imagined. If the Harris family rejected his final proposal, then he would implement the second plan as his master ordered.

"The arrogant Harris family will be punished sooner or later. These black-hearted men secretly armed such powerful forces, and they must have made plans. They are just a cancer in the magic world. If they are not removed as soon as possible, they will definitely endanger the entire magic world!" Marcus Flint spat on the ground hatefully, but the existence of Aurors around him made him dare not speak these lines too loudly, and finally complained to himself and muttered in a low voice.

"Master Marcus, please forgive my presumption. It is useless to stop his development by discrediting the Harris family. We need to unite and discuss before taking action." Alfred comforted the current patriarch of his master's wife's family, "Please move to Bock Manor, we have arranged a banquet and wait for your visit."

Then, Alfred successfully found Anit Pobin at the press conference where the crowd had not completely dispersed. After whispering, Anit Pobin touched his turquoise gem ring, raised his chin, and snorted coldly and curled the corners of his mouth.

At this time, Hogwarts was in class, and the teachers and students at the school were not clear about what was happening in Diagon Alley.

Although Harry had no potion class, he walked to the cold potion class classroom located underground. In the corridor outside the classroom, Harry hid behind the pillars and waited for the wizards in the classroom to get off get out of class.

"I strongly recommend that you review again... this chapter of the antidote. In the next class, we will continue to explain the magical effects of cow manure stone... The get out of class is over now." Slughorn's voice came from the classroom.

"Alish, this is not my little tail..." Slughorn called out to a fat Hufflepuff girl. The girl smiled at the professor who was cleaning up the storage cabinet. She ran back in a few steps and took away a lizard-like tail that had been forgotten on the processing table.

When Slughorn greeted the students, he keenly discovered Harry hiding behind the pillar, and his enthusiastic smile immediately hung on his face: "Ahh, see who is here! Harry, when he heard that the devil attacked Miss Hermione Granger, Miss Ginny Weasley was next to him. Facing the fear of death was not something she should bear at her age. How is she doing now? Maybe I'll give you some peace of mind?"

"She is nothing, no one is injured. Thank you for your concern, Professor." Harry shook his head and thanked him for a moment. He felt a little nervous. He imitated the way Tom Riddle asked Slughorn at the beginning and asked, "Professor, can I ask you something?"

Without waiting for the other party to agree, Harry had already completely walked into the Potion Classroom.

"Ask, kid, just ask." Slughorn walked towards Harry with his teaching aid box in one hand and with a few books in the other, looking like he knew everything.

"This time, the incident in Diagon Alley made me understand... Ginny was lucky to be not hurt by the devil this time, but if she encounters such a thing again in the future, with my current ability... So these days I went to the library's forbidden book area..." Harry pressed his hand on a magic book, hiding his uneasiness, "Professor, I have read some materials about some rare magic..."

"If a person wants to become strong, the best way is to have someone he wants to protect." Slughorn nodded, and he thought for a while and said enthusiastically, "If you want, Harry, we can use the weekend time to let me teach you a few more practical little magic that is easy to cast..."

"Thank you, professor, I do need your teachings," Harry said, "For example, that rare magic material has troubled me for a long time."

The green eyes behind Harry's glasses stared at Slughorn in a wrong way. Slughorn's brows gradually frowned, and his body leaned forward slightly: "Well, what's that thing called?"

"I can't remember it very clearly. The name is quite a bit of a tongue-in-cheek..." Harry lied, "so I was wondering, is there really some magic... professors can't teach students?"

The two of them were looking at each other across the wide potion table, but Slughorn lowered his head at this moment: "I'm just Harry, the teacher of Potions. I think you'd better ask Professor Snape for this question. Well, I think Professor Alan Harris is also suitable. Aren't you also attending classes with him? Professor Harris seems to have no magic that cannot be taught."

Slughorn crossed Harry and wanted to leave, but Harry immediately turned around and continued, "Ai... Professor Harris takes a layered teaching based on each person's different situations. He will not teach new knowledge before the students have mastered the knowledge they should master now, so the teaching progress is different for everyone... If I ask Professor Harris about this, he will definitely not explain it to me. Although Professor Snape is now a professor in the Dark Magic Defense Arts class, he and I don't like each other... I mean he is not like you, and he will misunderstand me."

Harry's expression looked sincere, Slughorn looked at Harry from bottom to top, and when he heard Harry's words, he had a mask-like smile on his face.

"Yes, where is there light without darkness? So is magic, and I always try to live on the bright side." Slughorn stared at Harry meaningfully, "I suggest you do the same."

After saying that, Slughorn walked forward.

Harry immediately asked a sharp question without any concealment, "Professor, did you answer this same way when Tom Riddle asks you?"

Slughorn frowned and turned around in surprise and confusion, his hands in his long sleeves clenched into fists: "Did Dumbledore send you here?"

Harry looked at the other person's angry look without blinking, unable to speak for a moment.

"Is it?" Slughorn asked afterwards. Looking at Harry's dazed look, Slughorn shook his robe, turned around angrily, took a few steps, suddenly stopped again, reminding Harry without looking back, "Give you a piece of advice, Harry, you should stay away from these things you shouldn't care about, and let people like Dumbledore or Alan Harris solve it themselves."

Although it was still daytime, the Bock's mansion was brightly lit. Hines walked to the Bock's manor with a room with an extraordinary large fireplace. The base of the fireplace was paved with bricks, and the brick surfaces were kept clean and red.

An old wizard was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the fireplace, and several wizards in extraordinary clothes sat around Herbert Bock. Alfred nodded to the wizards he had invited before, all of whom were the core figures of the pure blood family that he had acquainted with the Bock family.

"Master, the Harris family once again rejected our kindness." Alfred walked to the old wizard and reported what had just happened at the press conference one by one. The room was silent. There was a bell on the shelf next to the fireplace. The bell made a dripping sound very pleasant, but Alfred didn't even dare to show his atmosphere, waiting for Herbert Bock's orders.

"With the relationship between Rozier's surname, we have given them many opportunities to choose, and they have done their best. Since they refuse to join and insist on establishing their own business, we don't have to be polite." The old voice sounded slowly, "I'll order to prepare the dinner. Today's guests should stay for a long time."

"I don't like Dumbledore and his style, but in this situation, do we really have to turn to him to compete with Harris?" Ben Bethard wiped the sweat on his fleshy chin with his handkerchief. "If Harris really relies on the strength of that brat, we have to rely on Dumbledore to control him."

"Don't worry, Harris is now trying to rely on the population advantage of those mud and mafia and hybrids to fight us. And according to their words today and their past style, we have to admit that they are essentially pure blood and prefer to use the law rather than violate it. As long as we don't give them reasons, Irving will not let his youngest son use violent methods to shape himself into the third Dark King." Herbert Bock sat in a wheelchair and turned his head to Alfred, signaling to pour a glass of whiskey for the fat man who was scared by Allen. "Their surname is Harris, not Rozier after all."

"We need Dumbledore, but the greatest white wizard in the world is not a good choice. The conflict between us and him is impossible to cooperate for a long time. You also know that those who follow Dumbledore will not end up being very good. This old bee is much crueler than us..." A blond wizard with high nose, thick eyebrows and a high forehead echoed, "But this is better than relying on the mysterious man. When the mysterious man was in school, I thought he had a good potential, but the mixed-race house was buried in the later period without a family teaching him. I rely on my talent to study randomly, maybe I was practicing some black magic and made myself crazy. He is now a terrorist, without any real political philosophy, and never within my consideration. I once thought about getting along with Harris, but unfortunately, this group of arrogant Germans not only did not accept it, but also wanted to solve us from the root. This is definitely not tolerant!"

A green fire flashed in the fireplace, and the figure of Mr. Bojin, who had neatly combed and greasy hair, appeared in the fireplace. After greeting the people around him, he sat quietly in his position, with the expression on his face not as smooth as when he was the owner.

"Paul, how are your two daughters?" Herbert Bock moved his finger in the wheelchair. "Sorry, that boy Bokin is incompetent and has never found a way to break the blood curse. Maybe before we drive Harris out of England, maybe you should let Daphne and Astoria go to that temple to try?"

"Thank you... Daphne shows no sign yet, Astoria... But no need, I didn't let my daughters join the Harris training class, nor would they let them believe in Ravenclaw... Those Germans look down on us..." The high-nose blonde witch turned around and bowed slightly to Mr. Bojin who didn't say anything, "We have to rely on ourselves, and we still have to continue to trouble Mr. Bojin later..."

"You are so polite, Mr. Greengrass, I'm sorry..." Bojin quickly replied, and then stood up to express his opinion: "The Harris family, because of a genius in the family, the family's strength has increased rapidly in recent years, and these remnants of Grindelwald have gathered together, but this is why they are too arrogant. The ambitions and appetites of those who have passed the first generation of Dark King have been raised too much... They are as arrogant as before, as they have delusions in controlling the wizarding world and the Muggle world. This time they not only want to control the magic world in the past few years.

The status and power they have gained are even more wanted to swallow all of us, the forces that have been rooted in Britain for thousands of years, and then replace them all with them. But now they have also given us a handle... Since that little devil dares to teach black magic and dares to blatantly use undead creatures as guardian power, we can use this as a reason to use Dumbledore to use Longbottom and Bones, the families who have no ambitions for fighting for power and have always refused to cooperate with us, and also win over the Harris family."
Chapter completed!