"Allen, I'll draw for him when I get back." Penello's voice carried a hint of flattery. She looked at the place where Scrimgeour had been lying, but there was no trace of him there. Only his clothes and the grey powder that his entire body had turned into after his soul had been sucked away were left behind. She was a little troubled. In her impression, this old lion had always been very annoying, but she had never paid much attention to the details of his appearance.
"A while ago, Rufus led the armed forces on strike in Aura. There are a lot of pictures left." Seeing Penello's thoughts, Allen comforted her. "I remember that your drawing skills are very good. You can definitely draw according to it. Besides, we don't want to draw him as much as possible … It's to appease our own hearts …"
"Allen, now that Scrimgeour is dead, will this affect your plan … I messed up your arrangement …" Penello saw that the words were said lightly, but she still felt that she had done more harm than good and caused Allen to clean her corpse. She was still brooding over it.
"His life and death doesn't have much impact … And this is not bad. Now Scrimgeour, the guy who has been hindering us, is gone. You will take over Albert's position in the future, and Albert will become the new director. The entire Aura office will be in our hands. " Allen leaned a little carelessly on the staff and comforted softly. "Don't worry, Penello. Although you shouldn't have done this, the timing is quite clever … Someone will jump out to testify for us …"
Allen suddenly pressed the sensory imprint on his arm. "Oh, Albert …"
Hearing that Allen had received Albert's message, the gentler his voice was, the more uncomfortable Penello felt. She bit her lip. She originally wanted to help Harris solve the problem, but she ended up causing more trouble. She nervously clenched her hands and involuntarily moved closer to Allen.
Allen shook his head and smiled at Penello with a relaxed face. He raised his voice a little and said, "It's good that the strike has stopped. Well, it's because I have just reached a settlement with Scrimgeour under the arrangement of Dumbledore … By the way, congratulations, Albert, you are about to be promoted to the director of Aura office … He voluntarily stepped down from the position of deputy director. Go and tell father first, I have something to deal with here."
Allen put down his arm, and his eyebrows relaxed. His tone became more relaxed.
"Albert sent a message that the patrolling Aura has stopped the strike. It seems that Rufus has already informed his men. That's good, isn't it? I didn't tell Albert and Penello the real situation, but I still need to tell my father and Lunn … "Allen saw Penello's nervous look and reached out his hand to her head." They won't blame you. I think my father will be very satisfied with this outcome … We didn't tell Albert because … you know that the core of his wand is made of unicorn hair. But we need to tell my father and the others so that they will know how to deal with this matter. Otherwise, if they really investigate the case seriously and find out something … it will be too troublesome to deal with the aftermath.
When she heard Allen say that Owen would be happy, Penello recalled the time when Owen talked about Scrimgeour in front of her. She felt a lot more relieved. However, when she felt Allen's love for her, Penello reached out her arms and hugged Allen's arm. She directly pressed her face against Allen's forehead and gently rubbed her face against his forehead. Unlike her usual tough attitude, she closed her eyes and gently rubbed her face against his forehead.
"Oh yeah, as for the spell that I'm going to teach the students, it can make them not hide like a Muggle … Ugh …" Allen was a little tired from the rubbing.
"They have always liked the spell that you teach them. It's like lightning," Penello said casually, but her eyes were still closed.
Seeing Penello's expression of attachment and feeling Penello's warm cheeks, Allen didn't continue. He let Penello lean on him quietly for a long time. Finally, he said softly, "Penello, let go for a while. I thought of something that can be used as a gift."
Penello only realized that she was a little tight when she heard that. She let go and watched as Allen took out a scalpel from his belt.
Allen held the scalpel and skillfully aimed it at his palm. He prepared to take a deep breath … Then he stopped … He looked at Penello who was still in shock and stopped looking at his palm. After taking another deep breath, he quickly and gently made a shallow cut. Allen hissed and endured the pain. He raised his hand and extended his five fingers to Penello.
Penello's eyes widened. She had a guess in her heart. She raised her finger and touched the blood that was oozing out of Allen's palm in disbelief. She touched the blood lightly and put her finger into her mouth. She tasted the unique taste of rust in the blood. The bright smile on her red lips was even more dazzling than the blood.
Penello was no stranger to this. When she saw the blood oath between Hibiscus Chinensis and Albert, she didn't know how many times she had imagined the scene of her and Allen making a blood oath.
"The symbol of supreme love."
Penello murmured in her heart. Her vision blurred and she felt her heart beating faster as if it was beating beside her eardrums. Her pale face gradually became rosy. The guilt and anxiety from before seemed to have been cleansed by Allen and were replaced by trembling excitement.
"This is an early Christmas gift for you. It's not a reward for killing people …" Allen saw Penello's expression and reminded her worriedly. He was afraid that she would develop a bad habit.
Penello quickly nodded, but the tears in her eyes made her a little dazed and she didn't move.
Allen was worried that the wound would heal if he delayed any longer. He was a little anxious, so he pretended to be disappointed and urged, "Penello, if you don't want to …"
"No! Of course I want to! " Penello was really anxious. She reached out her right hand and wiped the tears in her eyes. She wanted to take the knife in Allen's hand, but the female Aura, who was usually straightforward, couldn't even hold the handle of the knife. Her fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and the sharp edge of the knife kept shaking in her palm.
The more anxious she was, the more she trembled. The knife fell to the ground with a clang.
"Penello, take a deep breath. I'm sorry, I should have given it to you earlier …" Allen knew that the female Aura wasn't afraid of pain like him. He was a little distressed by her reaction. He pointed at Scrimgeour's belongings on the ground with his uninjured hand.
Suddenly.
The former Aura's office director's clothes seemed to be torn into countless small pieces by a pair of invisible hands. They circled around and floated around Allen and Penello like a tornado.
Allen snapped his fingers again, causing the fragments to turn into classical carved candles that began to burn. The flickering candlelight shone gently on Penello's face, causing her heart to shake as well. The expression between her eyebrows was as gentle as the ripples on the shore of the Black Lake when a breeze blew past.
If the source of the candles was not taken into consideration, the atmosphere in Penello's room was indeed romantic and not horrifying. However, with the slightly swaying candlelight, the mottled light on Allen's face finally softened Penello's fluctuating heart.
The female Aura's eyes were calm. This time, she calmly picked up the knife that fell to the ground. She held the handle, and the metal blade reflected Penello's blushing cheeks. She didn't hesitate to cut open a big wound on her palm. Blood began to gush out in waves as her heart beat.
Allen immediately put his lightly wounded palm down and held Penello's hand. She felt Allen's warmth touching her own. Their blood made the temperature even better, and it also throbbed vigorously in her heart. The surging joy seemed to be engraved into her soul.
Their fingers interlocked, and two bright red blood beads flew out from their palms. They entangled and merged into one in mid-air, gradually turning into a ceremonial dagger.
The dagger was very exquisite. The top of the handle was like a small crown, and following it were two abstractly carved human faces. The two faces were tightly pressed together, and the mouth, eyes, and ears were all vividly carved. The bottom was a segmented arc, and many small gemstones were inlaid on it. The largest ruby was inlaid in the middle of the blade. Their blood was stored in it, and it shone brightly as it flowed. There were also exquisite patterns engraved on the blade, mixed with some complicated Nihon characters.
After the blood oath was completed, Allen instantly healed his shallow wound. He then held Penello's hand and began to treat it. To avoid leaving a scar, he even took out some white moss and put it on it. Penello's eyes were all on the dagger. She held the dagger in her palm, and the red gemstone was even more dazzling against her white and delicate palm.
"We're already so strong that we don't have to go all out like a few years ago. Some things can be done by the people below us." Alan dissipated the candles and completely turned Scrimgeour's clothes into ashes. "Penello, you can interact more with those students during this period of time. Although they have growing pains before entering society, most of them are very simple. The disturbances in society have a limited impact on them … You can do more things that make you happy, even if it's training and teasing them …"
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