Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Penello," Allen suddenly looked straight and looked at Penello, "I think we'd better be tight-lipped about this matter."

"Why?" Penello looked puzzled, "Is he a wanted criminal?"

"What we see with our eyes and what we hear with our ears may not be the truth, Penello." Allen was deeply moved.

Penello looked at Alan, she felt that there was something in Alan's words.

"Well-you don't want to be asked by the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic? You may also use Veritaserum, dementia, and even dementors..." Allen said that he could think of the most The bad result was said in one mind, "You know, the Ministry of Magic actually has no regard for little wizards with no background..."

Penello laughed suddenly, very brightly, "Ellen, I am not a little girl anymore, and Dumbledore will not allow this to happen. Although I don't know why you want to keep secret for Sirius, I am willing to keep your mouth shut for you. "

It was a little difficult for Allen to look away from Penello's face, and he smiled awkwardly when he was seen through.

"Well, it seems that the animal carcass we found before is Sirius Black's masterpiece." Penello spoke to the animal remains to relieve Alan's embarrassment.

Allen nodded to Penello with a slight gratitude, and then said, "Michael and the others must be very worried. Let's go up now."

"Sirius won't do anything to them, right?" Penello quickened his pace.

"No, they just think Blake is a black dog. Get ready, Penello, we are going to rush out."

Allen held Penello's hand again. In the dark stone cave, thousands of bats were flying and colliding, and weird shadows. Allen pulled Penello and dashed forward along the tunnel. The shoes slapped on the wet ground. To their surprise, the bats were indifferent to their escape, they just rushed over their heads, shouting sharply.

Allen and Penello lowered their heads and ran under them.

Climbing out of the hole, feeling the light above it getting brighter and brighter, Alan saw Edward dragging Michael and probing his head at the hole.

"Hey, Ellen, you can figure it out! There was just a sound of footsteps, but I didn't expect a big dog to jump out of it later!" Edward stretched out his other hand and pulled Penello first. He came up and pointed to Michael who was still floating, "We are worried about it."

"Thank you, but fortunately everyone was fine." Penello said.

Edward still wanted to pull Alan up, but Alan had already put his hands on the ground and jumped up pretendingly.

"What will happen to us up there?" Edward was a little strange.

"Uh-it's such a big dog after all! I'm afraid it will attack you." Penello was stunned for a while, and then gave the reason, "Besides, who knows if you can hold Michael, don't both of them fly into the sky. !"

On the way back to Hogsmeade Village, Michael was finally able to control himself and feel the beauty of being down to earth.

Next, Alan and the others, as if nothing had happened before, went shopping in Joko's Magic Joke Shop, and tasted cherry juice and soda water with ice and a small umbrella at Three Broomsticks.

On the small road back to Hogwarts Castle along the lake, Michael has been complaining that if the professors were not at the Three Broomsticks bar later, they might want to go in and taste the butter beer. There were many little wizards who went early. All tasted.

"But as long as the weekend training camp, we can drink again." In a blink of an eye, Michael opened his eyes and smiled again.

"Did you see the look in her eyes just now? She has been looking at me! And she smiled so charmingly!" The thirteen-year-old Michael felt that the charming bar proprietress who was dazzling just now must have fallen in love with him.

Allen, Penello and Edward looked at each other and smiled. No one told Michael that his hair looked like a bird's nest hovering around.

"I'm a man who can fly to the sky!" Michael, who saw the eyes of the three people, was misunderstood, thinking they didn't believe it, and said this.

The other three couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud.

"Ellen, why didn't you help Harry in the morning?" Ron's voice disturbed Allen's harmonious atmosphere, "Don't let other people join the training class!"

Allen shrugged, "Ron, I think you should try to solve some small problems by yourself. The rules of the training class are not up to me. I think Professor Lupin will be very happy to teach you."

"Huh!" Ron, walking angrily in front of Alan, "I think you don't want to make friends with our stubborn group of guys!"

Hermione, who followed Ron, looked awkwardly and nodded at Alan, "Sorry Alan, Ron was run by Malfoy just now." Then she whispered as she passed Alan.

"What is he humming?" Edward looked inexplicable.

"Maybe you're angry about what happened in the morning." Penello squinted at Ron's distant figure.

As Allen's roommate, Edward knew that Allen did not help Harry and the others less: "What is this, does Allen usually help less? He takes it for granted?"

"Their Gryffindor is like this. When they have a good relationship with you, they can pay their lives for you." Allen carried his hands on his back, then shrugged and tilted his head. Fast, impulsive, they are even faster than Slytherin, you still remember the first grade Harry and their deductions and the second grade basilisk incident Gryffindor and their attitude to their own people. Actually, if you want to It is still possible to reconcile with them, but you have to have enough patience to make them think clearly and take the initiative-but obviously I don’t have the patience of Harry to wait for the other party to explode again for any flashes and advantages. It makes no sense to me...what he thinks is his business."

"Allen is so kind. When we wait for the Quidditch contest, we want them to look good!" Michael looked like an angry little lion. Now Allen, who saved his life, seems to be his idol. , He couldn't accept Ron's cold snort just now.

Filch was guarding the hall, carefully looking at the little wizard who had returned from Hogsmeade, for fear of which little wizard would bring the contraband back to the castle.

Mrs. Loris walked up and down under his feet, watching them warily.

For Allen, the little wizard who often helped him, ~www.ltnovel.com~ Filch let him go after just a little scrutiny, while Gryffindor's twin brothers encountered the most stringent inspection.

Of course, Allen knew that Filch would return without success. Thinking of the consequences of George and Weasley’s mischief during the summer vacation, Allen was not in a good mood and decided to teach them a lesson-to walk quickly to a room. In the empty classroom, Allen summoned Maggie from the pet space and told it something. Maggie left with bright eyes.

Maggie felt that even if her new owner was broken, she would feel cute-just a little bit naughty.

After giving instructions to Maggie, Alan headed to the auditorium in a good mood. Penello had put on Ravenclaw's robe and was waiting at the entrance of the auditorium.

The auditorium is decorated with hundreds of pumpkins with candles, a large group of live bats flying around, and many orange banners with burning flames. They are like colorful water snakes on the ceiling where the storm is brewing. Wandering lazily.

"Oh, I hate this year's decorations." Penello frowned in disgust as he watched the bats rampaging over the auditorium.

"I hope they won't sprinkle some potions to treat burns." Allen changed a more elegant statement.

"Potion?" Penello didn't understand, but when he thought about the bat dung needed to treat the burn potion, he understood Alan's meaning, pursed his lips, and smiled happily.

Allen keenly noticed that a bad gaze was fixed on his body, and immediately caught the source of the sight-it was Percy on the long Gryffindor table.

Thinking of Ron's previous cold snort and the things he told Maggie to do, Alan felt that it might be difficult for him to return to the original state of the relationship with most of the descendants of the Weasley family.