A pair of white, slender and strong arms were pressed on the outside of the door, and Josephine Harris, the director of the Magical Biological Management and Control Department of the Ministry of Magic, appeared at the door.

Josephine was wearing her black velvet hat and a milky white pleated slim dress. There was a blooming black rose on the collar of the skirt, which looked mysterious and beautiful. Her fair and slender neck was wearing a string of three-layered pearl necklaces, and the pendant was a golden sign of Harris's omniscient eye. The collar of the skirt was very low, revealing her snow-white skin on the front chest, and the contraction of the pleats highlighted her plumpness. (Author's note: Am I considered to have the talent for prophecy? Long before Resident Evil 8 came out, I set my aunt to wear a big hat, with a strong figure and a vampire.)

"So that's all your plan? I'll also suck at this time?" Josephine's black velvet hat stroked from the bottom right to the upper left, with a slightly hoarse tail sound with a smile.

Such close-up visual impact made Vernon stunned. He forgot that his wife was by his side, looking at Josephine in a daze; even Dudley opened his little eyes and opened a small round hole in his mouth; Penny did not notice her husband's expression, and she inexplicably had a good impression of the tall and stout lady in front of her, and she looked very pleasant to the eyes - in fact, vampires would give people a special charm to prey, but unlike Veva who specializes in this way, this meager special ability would not play any role in the wizard.

Harry immediately realized that she was the foreign aid Sirius was looking for, and she also heard the conversation between herself and Sirius... He just felt betrayed by the godfather of slut, holding his arms and preparing to watch the fun.

Sirius, the murderer in the Dursley family's eyes, turned pale at this time. He shivered and could not make any sound in his mouth. Harry looked at the godfather's appearance and realized that this lion warrior, who had always been a typical Gryffindor, could actually show the expression of a cowardly hawk.

"I just noticed your floating boat when I was downstairs. I wanted to come over and say hello to the guests in advance... I didn't expect that I would hear such content when teleported up." The black velvet hat turned around, and Josephine let his eyes fall on Sirius. The figure of this vampire witch who was taller and stronger than Sirius suddenly leaned forward, and suddenly reached out his left hand and grabbed Sirius' throat, which seemed to give up resistance. He lifted it up with one hand like a chicken, making both legs off the ground.

Vernon was so scared by this sudden change that he got rid of his confusion. He even took his eyes off the other party's big breasts and did not dare to look at them, for fear of attracting the attention of the female monster with a smile on the other side, and he cursed Harry in despair: This evil seed, who died not long after he was born, and he raised him for more than ten years, and now he is still implicated and may be killed by their enemies...

Penny was already holding Dudley, she was not as scared as Vernon. From the communication just now, she knew in her heart that most of the other party and Sirius knew each other; and Dudley just wanted to try to shrink as much as possible, and his fingers, which were as thick as sausage, covered his mouth, for fear of making a little noise.

Josephine held Sirius, who was still struggling and coughing in her left hand, turned her head and smiled at Harry. Although the smile seemed very ferocious in her current state, she looked at the Vernon family that was shivering together, and her eyes fell on Penny: "Although the next scene was a bit indecent... but don't be afraid, Ms. Evans... When you were in school at Hogwarts, your sister Evans was also my good friend..."

"Josephine, cough...I was wrong..." Sirius, who was strangled to his throat, chose to beg for mercy with difficulty and wiseness and barbarity at this time...

"Hmph..." Josephine turned around and ignored him, but only smiled and made some creepy laughter.

Then, the female vampire's right hand raised backwards as if she was about to accumulate strength, making a metal interlaced sound. Her five-finger nails with black gloves suddenly became longer and broke the fabric, and her sharp claws flashed coldly under the light.

On the other side, in a small town in eastern Europe.

Pansy Parkinson's eyes swept over the ivory-white wrought iron beds and classical chandeliers, closed his lips and swept the pink bedding with a national flavor, and some gift boxes with vulgar and simple packaging were piled up in the corners of the wall.

The little witch, who has been used to a more 'magic' life in the floating city, couldn't help complaining: "It's really backward, and the carved white walls and pink bed sheets are so vulgar that I can't stand this pattern and color scheme... Dad, there is not even a big window in this room..."

Old Parkinson sat on a wrought-after chair beside him, and said impatiently: "If you don't like it, go back early, who told you to run over without permission?"

Pansy also looked impatient when she saw her father's attitude, but she first fumbled out of her pocket, took out an obelisk and placed it on the ground. The magic light made the body of the monument reveal some words.

Seeing this, Pansy used his magic wand to fill the room with a spell and then said, "Dad, you should listen to me! Don't send supplies to this place anymore, hurry up and follow me, there is no hope here! Harris promised that he would not do anything to you!"

"You believe everything they say? What if they go back? You see their attitude towards pure blood, they don't regard themselves as British..." Old Parkinson shook his hand and retorted stubbornly, "And we don't plan to fight Harris now. Just wait for us to lurk and change our faces... Harris can't easily declare war on the Ministry of Magic of other countries, otherwise this will scare other countries and unite to fight them together more."

"Is this your plan?" Pansy was so anxious that he wanted to go up and shake his father. She gritted her teeth and whispered: "Even if you don't fight each other, Harris won't let you go... And when you come back, we have the Malfoy family, we are not alone..."

"Don't mention that family poisonous snake!" Parkinson slapped the table with his palm and roared at his daughter, and then he seemed to soften a little. "Don't talk to me here, I'm a Death Eater. Now we have a clear plan for the future. I will follow the Dark Lord firmly... But you, you will go back quickly after you finish it... Everyone knows that the Dark Lord doesn't punish you because you are lucky. Now he cares about our feelings. Go back quickly, don't worry about us, and continue to have a good relationship with Emily."

Pansy knew his father's plan, which was the usual style of the pure blood family, and would not only bet on one side - his father meant to let his daughter follow Harris, so that at least he would not have to worry about safety when he was with Emily, the Harris family. And now he plans to continue to follow the Dark King because of the prospects depicted by young Voldemort. In this way, no matter which side of the two sides wins the final victory, the Parkinsons' family will not completely conquer, and they can live a good life by relying on their own.

"Dad! Miss Crivat, do you know who it is? She gave her an ultimatum time..." Pansy knew his father's character and simply threatened him directly. "You didn't understand the matter clearly at all. This is not the era before. Principal Alan Harris will come here. The stronger Dark King in the past could not protect himself. Now even if he is rational enough, do you think he can be smarter than Principal Harris? If you fantasize about not provoking them, they will not focus on you, and the situation of your own development does not exist at all!"
Chapter completed!