After the meeting ended, in the small sitting room of Harris Castle, a giant crystal chandelier hung down from above. This blue sitting room was regarded as the most elegant room in Hogwarts Castle, furnished with exquisite furniture and luxurious carpets, most of them Goblin artworks. Along the tops of the surrounding walls were paintings of the scene when the new Hogwarts city had been lifted into the air.
Unlike his family, who were somewhat worried but had not voiced their concerns, Allen truly no longer took the matters from the previous meeting to heart. He curled up on the sofa, holding the university materials he had not finished reading earlier. "Compared with those things abroad, the university issue is more serious right now. I didn't expect that after the Floating City rose into the sky... so many wizards from all over the world would apply for admission all at once..." Allen shook his head and said, "I've already sent two Clones over..."
"Prodigal son! You've dragged your father into trouble again! Your dad has been trying to persuade you to be more prudent all along!" Owen's voice came from outside the door, and he walked into the room cursing under his breath. "Good thing Bassa is loyal. I almost didn't make it back."
"We had to give them a channel they thought they could use to communicate and vent, didn't we? Only you, Father, were qualified enough..." Allen grinned cheekily and begged his father for mercy.
"Forget it. In any case, there isn't much I can help you with anymore... These moves you've been making recently are all huge ones, but as long as you know what you're doing, that's enough. I can't keep up with the pace of you young people anymore..." Owen glared irritably at his youngest