Chapter 535 Monitoring (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Alliance Leader Xiao Yuanyuan)
In the Ministry of Magic, Owen Harris stood at one end of a long, splendid hall, talking to Fudge in a low voice. The polished wooden floor was filled with various surveillance equipment, and some were wearing Harris family work uniforms. The wizard waved his wand and directed the equipment to fly into the air, and the sound of clanging and knocking could be heard endlessly. Behind the statue, above the fireplace, on the peacock blue ceiling, and under the huge chandelier, Harris-produced equipment was installed at various angles. Family of surveillance equipment.
"Owen, are you sure these little things can ensure that we don't have incidents such as Stooges Podmore's trespassing incident and Arthur Weasley's attack in the future?" Fudge looked at these small camera equipment with suspicion. Install them one by one in a hidden location.
"Of course it can't be guaranteed, Mr. Minister, but it can guarantee that they will be discovered immediately after they happen." Owen waved his hand in the air. "This time, Arthur was lucky. If it had been discovered a little later, we would have been able to find it now." A funeral is being prepared for him.”
Allen came out of St. Mungo's Hospital and returned directly to the Harris Tower. Hermione jumped up from the sofa, handed a cup of prepared hot tea to Allen, and asked with concern: "Mr. Arthur How is the situation? At breakfast today, Umbridge discovered that Harry and Ron were missing. After asking Professor McGonagall for a long time, Umbridge found out that you had taken them away."
Allen took a sip of hot tea and sank into the sofa: "Mr. Arthur Weasley is out of danger, but he still needs to stay in the hospital for a while before he can be discharged."
Hermione's expression relaxed, and she directed the breakfast left for Alan to fly in front of Alan. While looking at Allen, she talked about Fleur and Albert's situation yesterday, "Fleur wore it as a necklace and hung it around her neck. It looks very beautiful." Although Hermione has been running Occlumency, Allen It's impossible to read her thoughts, but her longing for the blood oath has been written nakedly on her face.
Allen had no choice but to lower his head and swallow an omelette in one gulp. He didn't have the confidence to make a blood oath with Hermione, Penelo, and Luna without causing any conflicts, at least not yet.
Hermione obviously did not see Allen's thoughts, and she continued: "Recent reports show that many of the projects we have developed have begun to make profits. In addition to TV stations, the development of potions and other projects is progressing very quickly, and now the sales amount has It's very impressive. In fact, we are almost starting to form a monopoly in potion production. However, in comparison, the progress of combat golems is the slowest, and the few samples currently developed are far less powerful than the giants. Alan, I suggest Can we slow down the research on combat golems first? If we focus on developing housework golems, we will make more profits. After all, only a very small number of ancient pure-blood families have house elves."
Allen admired Hermione's business acumen very much. This girl had her own ideas about business management. Allen raised his head and smiled: "This housework-type golem should be very popular when developed. It can provide another option for many wizard families who do not have house elves. In addition, if the use of housework-type golems becomes a trend, having house elves will Pure-blood families of elves should not be stingy about purchasing some, which is equivalent to reducing the workload of house elves in disguise. Moreover, the Magical Congress of the United States has used similar golems for cleaning work, but the function It is still very crude and can only be swept away. We can use the existing research results and upgrade them based on learning from them, striving to make the housework golem more functional, more convenient for wizards to use, and more beneficial to everyone's life. convenient."
Allen's words hit Hermione's heart, and she said with emotion: "Although I no longer expect to liberate them, house elves should have a certain amount of their own lives, instead of revolving their entire lives around others. They should There is more freedom of choice.”
Next, Alan and Hermione talked for a while about what happened around each other. When Hermione learned about Draco Malfoy's Animagus, she was almost out of breath laughing: " Why did he want to think about the Beating Willow Secret Way when he transformed for the first time?"
That night, in the principal's room at Hogwarts, Harry looked nervous. He didn't understand why Dumbledore took him back to school early, and in such a hurry, without even giving him time to say goodbye to Sirius.
"Dumbledore, why did you call me here?" He finally couldn't help but asked in panic. He expected Dumbledore to give him an answer.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore, who called him to the principal's office, looked at him seriously, but did not give him the answer he wanted.
"Headmaster, are you looking for me?" Professor Snape opened the door and walked in, breaking the silence in the room, but the atmosphere became even more tense.
Harry turned his head and glanced at Snape, lowered his head, and Snape glanced at Harry. The silence between the two of them was filled with disgust for each other.
"Severus, Voldemort has probably realized that Harry can sense his thoughts and feelings. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net He can even infer that this situation can be reversed, that is to say, he He should have thought that he might be able to sense Harry's thoughts and feelings -" Dumbledore looked at Snape with a stern expression, "I need your help, Severus, to teach Harry Occlumency as soon as possible, otherwise We are in danger."
Snape nodded, pulled Harry out of the principal's office, and quickly walked up the spiral staircase of Hogwarts towards the Potions classroom located underground.
"Sit down, Potter." Snape's cold eyes stared at Harry unblinkingly, disgust etched in every line on his face.
"Potter, you know what you are doing here." He said, "I know that Sirius has been teaching you Occlumency, but it is obvious that he is a very bad teacher and not a master of Occlumency. After so long, you You didn’t learn anything at all, and now I’m taking over. I just hope you can be a little smarter than you were in Potions class..."
At night, Alan, who had returned to Durmstrang, was lying in bed. He thought that the recent development of the Harris family was indeed very rapid, but this was not enough. If it had been a peaceful environment, this development speed would be enough to be happy, but the war Coming soon, the time left for them is getting less and less. They must make a comprehensive plan to seize the opportunity and seize the time to develop their armed forces. In addition, Durmstrang's collection of books is about to be copied, and it is time for him to increase his efforts in the training room. It's time.
"I want to defeat Voldemort." Thinking of this, Allen turned over and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly the quilt on his body tightened. He turned his head and found that Luna, who had been sleeping, woke up and pressed Allen's quilt. .
"Luna, I'm sorry for waking you up and pressing your hair again?" Allen gently tucked Luna's quilt.
"It was just a dream."