Chapter 364 Suggestion (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Magic Feather)

"Draco, how do you think you are doing today?" Allen narrowed his eyes and focused his attention on Malfoy's expression.

"I'm really unlucky today..." Malfoy unconsciously put his hands on his upper highness and lower moon.

"Character determines fate, and fate reacts to character. Draco, maybe you should grow up." Allen said.

"Growth?" Malfoy looked surprised.

"A total of four of us came here today, only you suffered..." Seeing the embarrassment on Malfoy's face, Allen considerately did not continue to describe, "You are not behaving like an heir to an ancient pure-blood family. Look, I don't see any shrewdness in Slytherin."

"At Hogwarts, most of the entanglements between you and Harry and Ron ended in your failure. Haven't you thought about the reason?" Allen stared at Malfoy.

Malfoy thought of the bet he had made with Allen during the Quidditch match. That bet almost made him fly around Hogwarts, and as he flew, he shouted that he had a crush on Potter and was jealous of that poor Weasley.

Malfoy's face was flushed, but he didn't try to refute immediately as usual, he was not a Gryffindor, so he chose to listen carefully at this time.

"The wizarding world is about to resurface. If you can't grow fast and remain so reckless, I'm afraid you will not only kill yourself, but also your family and friends." Allen said seriously.

"A resurgence of gunpowder?" Malfoy grasped the key words sensitively.

"Yes, Voldemort will rise again, but it will also fail. I think the situation in your family is very dangerous, especially when Uncle Lucius broke Voldemort's Horcruxes and you are such a childish heir. "Alan said indifferently.

When he heard Voldemort's name and his father broke the other's things, Malfoy flinched, but he leaned forward slightly and looked at Allen eagerly.

"For the next semester's training camp, you need more detailed and more targeted exercises. For example, mental training, such as the practice of Occlumency." Allen directly made a decision, and Malfoy nodded again and again.

"Uncle Lucius, as the patriarch of an ancient pure-blood family, must know Occlumency, you can ask him for advice. Not only you, your father and mother should continue to practice Occlumency. Trust me, learn Occlumency Art is very necessary, especially when facing the master of Legilimency - Voldemort." Allen emphasized his tone.

Malfoy nodded heavily, his face full of thought. Seeing this, Allen strengthened his determination to train him at the beginning of school.

At this time, Luna, Hermione and Monica came out.

Allen stood up from the high chair sofa, and in an instant, the sun shone all over his body.

"Oh my God!" Monica suddenly became excited, "You are Alan Harris!"

Allen nodded with a smile. He was wondering why the female boss had plastered his posters all over but didn't have much reaction after seeing him in person—it turned out that she just didn't recognize him...

"My brother Rose really likes you, he thinks you are the dark horse of the World Cup. He is your big fan! The reason why he is not there is because he went to see your final. If we can have a photo together, he will be jealous. Mine." Monica suddenly giggled.

A small camera suddenly appeared in Luna's hand, and Monica looked like she wanted to rush to kiss her.

After Alan promised that the other party would sign his name on the photo, he directly signed a few more names on the book for the other party. Only then did Monica seem calmer, and she carefully put it in a drawer.

The female owner of the cake shop clapped her hands, and happily took Hermione and Luna to the kitchen to make a lot of exquisite and oddly shaped cakes.

There is no doubt that the delicate shapes are from Monica and Hermione, and the grotesque ones are from Luna.

All the cakes, though, were apparently well received by Mrs. Harris for the excellent local cheese,

Although Emily didn't speak, it's not hard to tell from her bite after bite that she loves these cakes.

"Penello is such a nice girl, Ellen." Owen put down his fork, wiped the corner of his mouth slowly, but glanced at his youngest son from the corner of his eye to see if he had successfully whetted his appetite.

As expected, Allen became interested, put down the cake, and looked at his father.

"Last night, those Aurors with senior qualifications were far inferior to Albert and the others in their speed, unity and efficiency. They felt ashamed and believed that there was a conspiracy, but they couldn't get Scrimgeour's support... ah Thank you, dear!" Mr. Harris took the black tea handed over by Mrs. Harris, and then continued: "They are not convinced."

Morgan Le Fay sat down beside her husband gently.

"Mad-Eye Alastor Moody, this guy, took the initiative to challenge Albert, wanted to prove their strength, and kept claiming that Albert's way was crooked." Speaking of this, Owen couldn't help but frowned. frowned.

"Nonsense!" Morgan Le Fay was annoyed.

Owen patted her hand, "Albert is also doing well, he can hold his breath. After all, defeating Moody doesn't do him much good. Let me say, Penello is really a smart and courageous girl , at this juncture, stand up and take the initiative to fight."

"She and Moody have been at odds for a long time." Len analyzed calmly.

"Anyway, this girl is also very strong. With a drowning technique, she successfully made Moody look ugly, and successfully made him fall to the ground and cough for a few minutes. Moody, a stubborn guy, thought she was using the black Magic, regular duels are absolutely inferior to him, and when the spell is lifted, they will clamor for a new competition." Mr. Owen paused.

All eyes were on the patriarch of the Harris family.

"Penello is also very tough, not only agreed to Moody's request, but also flexibly used the Stunning Curse, Petrification Curse and Disarming Curse to bombard him in turn. Moody only successfully cast an Iron Armor Curse at the beginning, and there was no chance again. Casting the second spell was defeated again." Owen couldn't help laughing at the thought of Moody's gray and inconceivable face under Penello's series of routine spells.

"Although Moody failed repeatedly, he was still unconvinced. So, Penello gave Moody another chance. This third time, Penello didn't even use the spell of direct attack, taking advantage of the opponent's emotions Unstable, Apparated directly in front of him, kicked out quickly and broke Moody's crutches and right leg. When Moody fell, he hit Penello's deliberately raised knee, letting Moody's forehead He hit it, and he passed out for more than an hour. Only then did the senior Aurors become ashamed and silent."

Mr Harris was full of praise for Penello. Penello is proud to be able to defeat the veteran Auror as an Auror reserve.

"Moody no longer has the face to stay in the Aurors Department. He was injured all over and asked Scrimgeour to resign. The reason is that he has to go to Hogwarts to prepare lesson plans in advance." Owen thought that Mad-Eye was also cute and silly, He even thought of evading this trick.

"Dad, don't you guys have to work overtime? Why—" Alan blinked and asked.

"These old-fashioned Aurors are the biggest resistance to Auror reform. After this incident, they have no room to speak. I came back to tell you about this on purpose, and left after dinner." Owen Looking at Alan and the others with a look of embarrassment, he suddenly smiled happily.

"Next semester, there will be a big happy event at Hogwarts. I still have something to do. You can ask your mother for details."

As he spoke, Owen ignored the curious eyes of Emily and the others who had been whetted by him at the end, picked up the briefcase, apparated, and disappeared without a trace.