Chapter 1237： CQB

"Albert, the number of pure blood gathered in the Muggle house and their bodyguards and servants is quite large, and maybe someone will come later." The fat man was a little worried, "Only with us people go in to encircle and suppress...Of course, I am not I am worried that we will fail, but there are too few people, and it is inevitable that someone will be able to escape...If they have a flying broomstick..."

The wolf mother glanced at her team members: "We can't mobilize the Auror in the Ministry, let alone others, the Auror's actions at the Ministry of Magic are difficult to hide from the old lion Scrimgeour. Once he finds out, he will tell Those pure blood who support him."

"You know, there are some people who we don't have any evidence to accuse them of... Father and Lun meant to catch them first and at least put the testimony into a chain of evidence." Albert's hands were on the long table, he Speaking of the face as cold as wax, "I don’t like it and don’t approve of it, but they are already trying to create an explosion to attack my father. In order to avoid more people being killed innocently... we have to face the sinister enemy. Also do some less glorious actions."

"Umbrella can use more people...how much is it." Penello, who was sitting on the side holding his arms and legs folded, said coldly, "And wouldn't it be better if Scrimgeour is here? It just happened together. Then we gave him a reason for his death on duty, saying that he was killed by the pure-blooded resistance inside, Albert, you go to be the office director."

"No! Although Scrimgeour likes to fight against us, he is essentially different from those pure-blooded families who are connected to Voldemort. He is a good Auror and has always been to fight the dark wizard." Albert hurriedly Dissuade the murderous Penello, "As I told you before, we can’t let Allen and Umbrella members come over and do it for us. Umbrellas are not law enforcers, and Alan does not have the right to enforce the law strictly speaking. The purpose of the second action is to confirm their criminal behavior, so that you can't give others a word of truth. Although you and your team rarely come to the ministry, at least you still have a name on the Auror and put on H94 uniforms. No one can deny that you are a regular army."

"Report!" The door was knocked, and then it was opened. An Auror strode in, and then saluted Albert. "Sir, we have compared that building by seducing the Muggles living around. The internal structure of a Muggle house."

Immediately, the Auror picked up the hookah on the table and revealed a diagram of the internal structure of the house in the air.

"Boys, we weren't practicing CQB skills and tactics some time ago. This house happened to be used to test it out to see if it is useful for our wizards." Albert took a look at this one that was often rented out to With the numerous structures in the rooms of the visitors’ houses, they waved their fists to encourage the wizards, “Adjust their equipment and group them according to the previous practice.”

"Aurors have already begun to practice this?" Penello looked surprised, "Granger got it for you?"

"Huh? It's not Hermione, it was obtained by Longeye. Didn't he always protect the Muggle Prime Minister while the mysterious man was still there? From what they called the British Special Air Service Corps." Albert explained. "Don't you know? I remember that Longyan said that he also gave you a copy of the red umbrella. During training, some skills like how to enter and cooperate are also common to us wizards in theory. Most ordinary wizards have different personal magic powers. Not much. Relying on these can improve a lot of combat power. If this time is easy to use, the Muggle Prime Minister can provide us with more references."

"I've been in school for too long recently... The red umbrella can't be trained behind your Aurors. The students are learning too much now. This set of things is probably good enough for college courses." Penello nodded thoughtfully and then nodded. He shouted to his team members, "Wolf mother, when we go back, we will study and develop a teaching plan so that our people can also practice... Now, look at the map, don’t worry about Albert’s people, and put us together. Plan your offensive route."

Harris Castle on the island of Hogwarts Black Lake.

Morgan Le Fay sat on the sofa in the living room, lazily opening a letter, and Narcissa, who sat beside her, expertly directed a small blanket to cover her, and made her a cup of black tea.

"Thank you..." Morgan Le Fayy leaned against the sofa and thanked her without raising her head. She held the letter, took a sip of tea after a quick glance, and sighed comfortably, before she recovered her words and said to Narcissa gently. Narcissa, it's really rude... Obviously you are a guest and I should entertain you, but I trouble you to do this..."

"Morgan Le Fay, my mother, Druela, is also surnamed Rozier... The relationship between our two families should be divided..." Narcissa cursed her mouth politely, of course she saw it. The other party was enjoying her own care, just pretending to pretend to say-in fact, she had just taken care of Bella's entire pregnancy. These things were too skillful for her and not a burden at all.

"Cousin and Uncle Black died too early..." Morgan Le Fay caressed his belly from the top of the ear, a little bit awkwardly at the person who actually disliked her and married into the Black family. His cousin regretted a sentence, and then switched off the topic with a faint smile, “It’s funny to say that it’s different from Rozier’s blood on you and me. This Mr. McMillan has counted his ancestors for three generations and wants to prove himself The relationship between Rozier and Rozier has come to intercede with some people."

"Hehe..." Narcissa couldn't help but smile and showed a little arrogant expression that she had hidden before. She looks ugly and unrelated, but this scornful expression makes her nose feel like a pile of dung." This intricate relationship... Actually, it's better to say that his son Ernie McMillan and our children are classmates closer..."

"They angered Owen this time...so that he can't go home now." Morgan Le Fayy's voice was also a little bit resentful. She glanced at John who was playing wizard chess with Lucius not far away. Barcelona, ​​"How is Albert?"

"Madam, they haven't started yet..." Owen's staff carefully glanced at Owen's wife, and did not dare to say anything-he himself came to Harris Manor as a liaison officer during the day because of Morgan Le Fay himself disliked Irving's smell of giant weirdness that had been almost eliminated and prevented him from going home...

"John, how do you think I should recover this letter?" Morgan LeFayy tapped the letter aside with his magic wand and let it fly to John Barça.

John pretended to stroke his carefully trimmed short curly hair and glanced at Lucius, who was playing wizard chess with him, and looked up at Morgan Le Fay After seeing the other side nodding, he was afraid that his voice would be shocked. Morgan Le Fay had the baby in his belly, and said softly: "It depends on what you mean by Mrs. Harris... But according to the Ministry of Magic, part of the Avery family's property has been transferred to McMillan yesterday. ."

Lucius, who was playing chess with Owen, changed a bit in his straight sitting posture, and his cold gray-blue eyes flashed. Harris talked about the internal information in front of him, obviously hoping to let himself know that they did not treat his family as outsiders.

"John, this is the British style, to help relatives and take the opportunity to expand their own conflict..." Lucius participated in the conversation and asked her queen chess piece to pull out the chair under her Highness Moon and wave it, and smash John's knight. "When I was in the first war, they also extorted a large amount of wealth from the Malfoy family, so that I used the reason of being under the Imperius Curse and escaped punishment..."

"If we calculate according to McMillan, then we have to let everyone go... John, you and Owen make up your mind." Morgan Le Fay took another sip of black tea and frowned. "However, John looks up the genealogy, if it matters... We didn’t fight too hard at the beginning... we didn’t need to be too thorough..."

Knowing what Morgan Le Fay meant, John Barça unfolded the parchment, and after a quick glance, he smiled: "The problems of the people involved in the McMillan letter are really not big. As long as you don’t continue to follow the Bok family, there will be no big problems problem…"

"Reply let him warn me." Morgan Le Fay was too lazy to bother, then turned to look at Narcissa, "Cici, what shall we have for dinner tonight?"

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