Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Principal, I...I don't know where he has gone." Pansy said in a panic. "The mysterious person doesn't know what happened to the mysterious man. It seems that they, the Death Eaters, can't see hope..." Pansy cautiously Organizing his own language, he finally decided to say honestly, "He revealed his intention to get Harris' asylum, but the actions of the Ministry of Magic during this period of time may have scared him... he didn't contact me again."

"Pansy, your father has always been loyal to Tom. He has followed him for so many years... but have you ever thought about it?" Allen's finger kept clicking on his desktop, "Why does he suddenly feel that he is watching No hope?"

For a while, Pansy was a little confused. She secretly looked at Ellen's expression with some uncertainty, wanting to see the attitude of the other party, but the other party's very comfortable look seemed to be due to his hand. Dark brown sparkling drink.

"Is it because the principal you have defeated the Dark Lord in a row?" Pansy carefully said the answer and complimented Allen by the way.

"I have beaten him many times, but after the last time, your father decided to follow Tom, but now he regrets suddenly..." Allen took a sip of his drink, "Why do you think?"

Pansy didn’t know why Ellen asked this. She started thinking about all the possibilities but there was no one that she could tell her. In the end, she simply said, “Principal Harris...please speak up if you have any needs. I don’t know what Parkinson can do to you so that you can see it...but we must fully support it...just to let my father keep his name."

"It seems that I can gradually call the shots at home...but..." Allen shook the cup in his hand and continued a little bit into it. "You seem to get along well with my sister Emily so that she can help. You intercede... This counts as the Parkinson’s contribution. I will continue to accompany my sister in the future. Oh, yes, Draco will definitely intercede for your father, so it should also be counted..."

I understand that Allen personally admits that he is willing to let her father go, and because she has accompanied Emily and Draco, Pansy feels embarrassed and a little uncomfortable: Emily is fortunate indeed that she deliberately became each other's attendant. Yes, but Draco is willing to pay for him with or without this relationship...

Pansy raised her eyes to meet Allen's gaze. Pansy only felt that her mind seemed invisible in front of the principal. She watched as the other party took out a piece of parchment from the desk drawer and let it float in the air. Immediately let the ignited fingers start writing in Latin on it, and quickly finished writing it under the familiar road, and then handed it to Pansy.

Pansy accepted the contract with a bewildered face, and looked at this plain parchment without additional decorations.

"It's just a non-disclosure agreement." Allen explained while Pansy was watching the content of the contract. "There are some things I want to tell you next. I need to make sure they are not known to others."

Without entanglement, Pansy already knew that this was mostly the devil's contract. The new content in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester was to teach students how to be wary of this contract, the devil's habitual play with words.

Pansy didn't read the content of the contract, so he signed his name with himself, stood up, and handed it back to Allen respectfully with both hands.

"You are smarter than many people..." Allen also signed his full name immediately.

The validity of the contract restrained the two of them at this moment Pansy also knew the content of the contract in an instant - indeed, as Allen said, it was just some confidentiality rules.

"So now I can tell you something, Pansy." After Allen collected the contract, he raised the Coke glass and Pansy's pumpkin juice bottle and took a sip. "I resurrected two additional Toms. If I’m right, your father followed one of them... I thought that Tom could make some noise and help Britain attract firepower, but it seems that it was the time when these two Horcruxes were made... that would Tom’s hasn’t lost too much reason like the active one before. One seems to be scared and there is no news. The other one may have done a good job according to my speculation, but he didn’t dare to come to the stage behind the scenes... I thought they were At best, he is sensible enough not to kill people indiscriminately and gather strength, but I did not expect to be sensible enough to have no news at all... This is my mistake..."

"Uh..." Pansy subconsciously made a strange noise. She only felt that she could not calm her inner fear, her palms were sweating, her feet and scalps were tingling - even the Dark Lord was regarded as a chess piece by the wizard in front of her, or two. One! And obviously, Harris didn't really take the comfort of ordinary wizards seriously.

"So if I'm not wrong, the one your father is following should be the one who was scared..." Allen's fingers continued to tap on his desk, "And your father, and the one who chose to follow this side Apprentices, I should understand the status of this Tom. I may be happy to see his master returning to his youth and sane at first... But if he finds that his strength also declines... Now this powerful Tom is not my opponent. Now, you think your father and his colleagues...well, although they must still be unable to beat the present, they must feel desperate for the future in their hearts."

"Principal Harris, tell me this... if there is anything I can do, please let me know." Pansy was completely frightened by Allen's words, her head was lowered, and she softened her somewhat hoarse voice. Can't wait to let Allen see his loyalty immediately.

"Don't be stressed. The reason I tell you this is to make things complete." Allen gave Pansy another bottle of pumpkin juice, with some comforting power in his voice, "Old Parkinson needs a reason. Ordinary people need a reason to accept him and ignore his identity as a Death Eater and the things he has done, just like Lucius...so I think this matter is more suitable for you to be the contact between me and him. Tell him, persuade him, and let him cooperate with me..."

In a picture frame on the wall of "Principal Harris", an old witch with long curly silver hair spoke up, "Mr. Filch, the janitor, was blocked by a riddle."

"Thank you Dalys...Oh, please don't be angry. I'm sure that Tom’s matter will be resolved soon." Allen explained to the portrait and stopped looking at her, but instead ordered the little hand on the table, "Little hand Don't pretend to be asleep, go open the door."

The finger of the little hand nestled in its own nest stood up, and it reluctantly jumped off the table, twisted its middle and index fingers, walked towards the door, and slipped down the handrail on the spiral staircase, and soon Disappeared from their vision.

This time, Pansy was surprised to notice the portraits of the previous principals in the room ~ www.ltnovel.com~ thinking that their conversation just now proceeded unscrupulously in front of these portraits, she was very worried that she would be exposed.

"Don't worry, Pansy, the portraits in this school can't tell others what I don't want them to say... Just like this little hand, I have control over it, which my predecessors can't have... "Allen noticed Pansy's expression." In addition, this hand-shaped undead creature was made by me with the severed hand belonging to Tom. It is the same character as its original owner. It is not something to understand. , Be careful when dealing with... but I need to keep it, it is still useful to me."

Pansy thought of the fact that Alan and Voldemort defeated the Dark Lord by an overwhelming advantage in the second duel live broadcast, and broke Voldemort's hand. In a flash, she thought of some of the things she had learned in the divination class, and she felt even more awe of the wizard in front of her. She almost didn't dare to move while sitting in her position. The other party obviously knew Voldemort's whereabouts very well. Through this severed hand...If you think about it again, could it be that his act of cutting off the palm of the Dark Lord was calculated...

Then Allen suddenly put his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture to Pansy. Pansy hadn't come to respond in a hurry. There were a little lame footsteps and a few steps from the principal's room leading to the spiral staircase. Meowing.