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Published at 27th of April 2021 01:17:14 PM


Chapter 361: 361

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"Okay, Albert is in the room." Allen let go, but stared at the female Auror intently.

Penello smiled and entered the tent first.

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

"Hi, Daisy, what's the matter with you?" Penello's head was a little strange, and he glanced upstairs.

"Her massage technique is not as good as you are." Daisy looked up at Nunu's mouth, and Penello's eyes fell to Allen's door.

"Oh?" Penello glanced back at Allen playfully.

Allen touched 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.

This directly made Penello unable to help laughing out loud.

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

"Albert, after a hard night's hard work by all Aurors, all the wounded have been properly treated. Except for the troublemakers who need to be sent to the St. Mungo's Hospital of Magical Injuries, others are taken to the Ministry of Magic for questioning. As for those Muggles who received injuries last night, they have been forgotten curses after treatment. "Penello briefly introduced the situation to Albert.

"Okay, you worked hard." Aibo nodded characteristically, and he was surprised to see that there was a playful smile suddenly on the opposite Penello's face, and he could not help asking curiously, "Is there anything else?"

Penello flicked the hair on his forehead aside and smiled: "A troubled wizard had escaped the hunt, but was killed by Muggle."

This caused everyone in this room in the tent to focus on Penello—it was incredible.

"An eyewitness saw that in the woods, a short but very strong, tattooed bald black wizard ran into a Muggle after running away and ran into it. He wanted to torture the Muggle, but he was smug in his hand. The iron sandalwood wand came out unexpectedly and was snatched by Muggle. "Penello leaned on the armchair behind him, raising his eyebrows and showing a playful smile in the corner of his mouth.

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

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

"Everything can happen in the chaos." Penello shrugged. "You can't think of it yet. The dark wizard uses the hardest iron sandalwood wand and is sharp. The Muggle uses the wand as a dagger. , Stabbed straight into the dark wizard ’s abdomen, and pulled it out again. His intestines were even dragged out, scattered on the ground, and blood was everywhere. "

Penello ’s face showed unabashed ridicule and happiness, "The trees and mud in the forest are covered with his blood fingerprints, perhaps to take back his wand to heal himself. Obviously, he did not achieve his purpose, Struggling and dying for a long time. What a pity. "

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

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

"So many people have been arrested, and we will try one by one. We may have to work overtime in the ministry these days, so we do n’t have to prepare food for us. Allen, maybe soon, you can get the Merlin Medal of the second grade. . "

Owen looked at his youngest son, Alan, "You transported the wounded in the fight so that they can be treated in time. Fudge decided to fight for the Merlin Class II medal for you. The Bulgarian minister knelt in front of Fudge and he was very happy."

Irving looked at Allen with a smile, an expression on his face asking for help from his son, which made Allen immediately understand the real reason for the medal.

Seeing Allen notice that Owen nodded in satisfaction, he walked over to hug his wife again. At this time, the knock on the door rang.

Alan opened the door and couldn't move her eyes. There was a pretty unnatural girl standing outside the door. A long waterfall-like silver hair hung down her waist. She has big blue eyes and white, neat teeth.

"Excuse me, is this the Harris family's tent?" This beautiful girl's voice was slightly hoarse, and she spoke English with a little French accent.

Allen immediately recovered. Why are all the beautiful girls who came today looking for Albert?

"Is Penello still here?" Asked a tan-faced Auror.

"Dadaanian, hello, long time no see." Alan recognized the Auror's identity, and greeted first quickly. "Penello is inside. Are you here to find her? Please come in."

After Dardanian's introduction, everyone finally understood that this amazing girl named Furong? Dracul specially thanked Penello.

Penelo's elderly witch, who was rescued last night by using "injury transfer", was Furong's grandmother.

Fleur rushed over with Penelo's unimaginable enthusiasm and kissed each of Penelo on each cheek.

Penello looked as if frightened, which made Alan couldn't help laughing.

Fleur immediately turned to look at him, "Ah, and you, sorry, maybe because you didn't wear a Quidditch uniform, I just didn't recognize you as the golfer in England ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Thank you for your help. "

Saying this, Furong came to Allen, bowed his head and waited for Allen to react, and kissed him. Then, everyone present was thanked by her.

Allen noticed that Albert's ears were red with disapproval as Furong approached.

Albert ’s feelings were very complicated at this time. He had n’t had no girlfriend, but he had never had such feelings. He felt that his face was like fire. If there was more heat in his ears, he would n’t do anything It won't be strange.

Except for the austere Auranda Danian who was present, almost everyone got a kiss from this charming girl-the charm of the baby's body on the other party made most of the wizards in this tent I can't hate her kind of French passion.

Irving rubbed his waist that had been strangled by his wife, and pretended to sternly greet Albert and Renn to leave.

Only Penello looked a little overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the French and hurried to leave. There were still more things Auror was busy with.

The tent soon became quiet again, and Allen found that Hermione was sitting alone at the dining table, constantly using the fork to fiddle with the food on the plate, but did not take a bite.

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

"When I massaged Daisy just now, she screamed and jumped up to make me find that my massage was bad ..." Hermione sagged her hairy head, looking a little sad, "You should tell me ..."

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

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




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