Chapter 47 Night Language (Modified, Typos Have Been Revised)

Suppressing their worries about Albert, everyone returned to their rooms under Owen's greeting. Perhaps only the little sister Emily could sleep soundly in the whole house. In the middle of the night, Allen, who had not yet fallen asleep, keenly heard whispers coming from the living room. He quietly got up from the bed and hid behind the pillars on the porch of the living room.

It turned out that Allen's father Owen and Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt did not have a substantive conversation until then.

"Owen, you know the confidentiality regulations of the Ministry. I can't disclose the specifics of Albert's mission, but please believe that we are indeed doing our best to search and rescue Albert." Mr. Kingsley Shaker rubbed his hands Kneading the middle of his brow, he looked very embarrassed.

Owen frowned, and changed his words: "Kingsley, please understand how a father feels about his son's life and death. From your words tonight, I feel that Albert is going on an extremely dangerous Task, you don’t need to tell me the specific content of the task, but can you tell me a little bit about what might happen to my son? This is a request from a father.”

"Well, Owen, this is Albert's favorite book before his accident. You can read it first." Kingsley still insisted on the principle of not revealing the specific tasks, but he seemed to be touched and provided a hint.

Owen flipped through the book quickly, and found that such boring and obscure fairy tales could not be read in a short while. He began to plan to find an opportunity to talk to his youngest son. This book was given to Kingsley by Allen. Yes, he must have read it—Owen knows that Allen has the ability to remember his memory, and his intelligence and thoroughness can't just be regarded as a first-grade child. At least in terms of reading, the younger son should be better than the other Harry. Stewart.

While Owen was flipping through it absently, Kingsley, who was silent beside him, suddenly asked, "Owen, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"What should I do?" Owen responded casually. He is very puzzled now, thinking about this mythical book and Albert's strange information.

"Your children...with all due respect." Kingsley suddenly leaned forward, and suggested sincerely, "Those Indian wizards can't find Albert's trace, and they will most likely return, perhaps when the time comes It's not good for you. Although the Ministry of Magic will send Aurors to protect you, you also know that the situation in the Auror office has not been filled with new blood for a long time. This year's three-year trainees may be the only one in disguise. Gus girl can get through...we can't take it, so my personal advice is to hide."

The other party repeatedly reminded that Owen also had to face up to this problem: "Emily can stay at my sister Josephine's house for a while, Ellen may go back to Hogwarts first, and Morgan Le Fay and Daisy can stay at the house for a while. St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injury. Lun and I can travel to and from the Ministry of Magic and home. Don't rush to object, please listen to me." Owen stopped Kingsley from blurting out words of persuasion.

"I know you and the Ministry are worried about the safety of my family, but as you said, if those Indians can't find Albert, they will definitely come to the house. If the house is empty, they will Realizing that we are already prepared, that way, they may invest more manpower and resources to find Albert in other places, which will make my eldest son's situation more dangerous. Moreover, if they dare to break in , I really want to catch those Indians and ask about my son's information. You know, Lun and I have good N.E.W.Ts in Spells and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and we are in our own home, enough to guarantee Your own safety." Owen looked resolute, and it could be seen that as a father, he had made up his mind.

"Okay, since you insist. I will communicate with the Ministry and temporarily open the Floo network from the Ministry to your home, so as to facilitate timely reinforcements. It's late at night, Owen, let's talk about this first, I have to go back to the Ministry to do it Write the arrangement." Kingsley bid farewell to Owen, then got up and prepared to leave.

"Thank you, Kingsley, for your hard work." Owen gratefully held Kingsley's hand and sent him out of the house.

Allen hurried back to his room, climbed back on the bed and got under the quilt, but not long after, Owen knocked on Allen's door, and Allen rubbed his eyes pretending to be half asleep.

Owen sat on his son's bed and slyly touched the cold quilt with his hands, but he didn't touch it and asked his younger son directly: "Sorry, Alan, you are already asleep, I have to delay You have a little while, I have something very important to ask you."

Alan noticed that his father's movements were a little awkward, and he sat up too. It was windy and snowy outside, the lights in the house were dim, and there were many crises behind the tranquility and comfort, just like the calm before the storm.

"Father, you must want to ask about that book, right? I'll tell you right away." Alan guessed his father's purpose, and explained clearly the ins and outs of getting the book.

Owen looked thoughtful. "Dad, have you heard of the Indian moon god?" Allen asked softly.

"I don't know much, so just tell me." Owen looked at his own Allen intently, knowing that even though his youngest son was still young, he was not a random person.

"In India, the moon god is called chandra, which means 'bright and dazzling'. According to the description in this book: The moon god is a male with four hands, one hand holds a scepter, and the other holds a scepter. Immortal dew, with a lotus in the third hand, and the other in defense. He drives a three-wheeled chariot drawn by antelope or ten horses as white as jasmine." Alan paused at this point Without saying a word, he looked at his father meaningfully.

"What do you mean?" asked Mr. Harris suspiciously.

"Although almost everyone in this world desires to live forever, who is the most famous in the British wizarding world?" Allen's softly uttered words and the Dark Mark pointed at him made Owen shudder.

"The one who can't mention the name?" Owen's heart was turbulent. The memory of the dark period caused by the first wizarding war flooded his mind, and he shook his head to regain consciousness, "But hasn't he already been defeated by Harry Potter? ?"

Allen sat cross-legged on the bed and shrugged: "Who knows, it may be more likely to be his Death Eaters, or he himself, everything is possible, but we have to prepare for the worst. Father, what are you going to do?" Set us up?"

Seeing the youngest son's mature reaction, Owen briefly stated his plan. As soon as the words fell, Allen objected, "No, Dad, I can't go back to Hogwarts, even though it is the safest place."

Owen thought of Alan's intentions after a moment of surprise, "No, Alan, although you are indeed capable, you are still a child after all. You must—must stay at Hogwarts, and you are not allowed to go to Abel special."

"Father, think about it, Emily is still young, are you assured that she will live alone in Aunt Josephine's house? Will she feel abandoned? Will she be sad?" Facing the father who was a little impatient and took up the authority of the parents , Allen's tone was still unhurried, "If you think she is safe at Aunt Josephine's house, wouldn't it be okay if I have one more? I am good at spells. If I need to fight, I will at least I can take care of my sister for a while so that my aunt can relax."

Allen's clear and logical explanation changed Owen's mind: "Okay, but don't run around, take good care of Sweetie Bear."