Allen frowned as he looked at Filch, who was hugging his desk with snot bubbles flowing out of his nose. He took out a blue handkerchief and let it float above his hand. Soon, steam rose from it.
Allen tested the temperature with the back of his finger and fanned the handkerchief to cool it down a little. Then, he controlled the warm, wet handkerchief to float in front of Filch.
Filch trembled as he took the hot handkerchief. He sobbed even harder and couldn't say a word.
In the presence of an outsider like Pan Xi, Filch also felt that it was embarrassing for him to lose his composure. He put the hot towel on his face and felt the heat of the towel driving away the cold of winter. It also gradually calmed down his tense and excited emotions.
"Argus, don't cry in the temple. When you succeed, I'll personally make you a wand …" Allen put down the headmaster's desk and patted Filch's shoulder with Magician's Hand. He then turned to Ahn-Kha, who was resting on a branch, and said with a hint of pleading, "Ahn-Kha, help me send Argus to the Ravenclaw Temple. Be gentle. He's just a normal person … When I come back, I'll make you a roast rabbit …"
Ahn-Kha didn't open his eyes when he heard the first half of the conversation. When he heard the word roast rabbit, he let out a dissatisfied grunt. He flew up from the branch and grabbed Filch's shoulder, who was about to thank him. In a flash of fire, Ahn-Kha disappeared from the headmaster's office.
When the fire completely disappeared from the headmaster's office.
Allen suddenly stood up. He stepped on his chair and stood on the desk. This sudden dominance scared Pency so much that she took a few steps back with her chair. Pency didn't understand why Brendel would suddenly do something that didn't fit her image of a "headmaster".
However, Alan ignored the shock in Pansy's eyes for the time being. He walked across the table and stepped on Gangfelch's chair, using it as a transfer point. His next step was back on the ground, his robe fluttering in a lively arc.
Pency couldn't understand what was wrong with Allen. The headmaster of the Hogwarts stretched out his two pale, slender hands towards Mrs. Loris, the cat that was lying on the ground. He grabbed Mrs. Loris' foreleg under her armpit with one hand and the back of her tail with the other. He curled the cat into a ball and hugged it in his arms. He then turned around the headmaster's desk and returned to his own headmaster's chair.
Following which, Allen flipped over the part of her hair that Filch had just pinched and cast a spell to heal Madam Loris, who was only frightened but not actually injured. Seeing that Mrs. Loris was fine, Allen relaxed his body and let the cat lie on his lap. He then started stroking the bony cat from behind her ears, from her cheeks to her chin.
Mrs. Loris squinted her bulbous eyes that resembled Filch's bulbs and purred obediently.
Allen finally had the time to look at Pency. Noticing Pency's puzzled expression, he smiled and said, "Phoenixes tend to be jealous. I can't check if she's injured in front of Anka."
"Oh? Oh! Oh … "Pency sat in her chair, dumbfounded. She watched as the most powerful wizard in Britain, who had defeated The Dark Lord, whose name was renowned throughout the magic world, and who was one of the most powerful wizards in Britain, quietly stroked the ugly gatekeeper's accomplice on his lap that no one liked in the school. This was unimaginable for ordinary wizards, and it was also beyond Pency's expectations.
On second thought, Pan Xi remembered that Hermione Granger's Animagus manticore was registered with the Ministry of Magic. Strictly speaking, it could also be regarded as a big cat, and she also had a Chow Mo of similar length and width. She couldn't help but gossip in her heart: Could it be that because he liked Granger, he liked cats because he liked her?
"Toads were popular among wizards in the past, but now most of them like to keep owls. Even without Hermione, I've always liked cats. This kind of small animal, whether it's appearance or temperament, fits my taste perfectly. " Allen's gaze saw through Pency's thoughts. This reminded Pency of Allen's ability, and she shuddered again. "Don't worry, I'm not that petty. I can see through people's hearts, but now I kind of understand Lu … Roina … This is a gift, but also a burden … I can't care about what everyone thinks, can I?" Alan shrugged. "You're also curious why I'm so interested in a … dud that doesn't have any effect on me?"
"I didn't … Uh, Principal Harris." Pency tried to defend herself, but when she realized that her thoughts were exposed, she froze for a moment and reorganized her words. "I'm just too slow to see through the wisdom behind your actions …"
"It's normal that you can't see through and understand." Allen's smile widened. "But there's no wisdom behind it … I'm just doing it because I want to, just because …"
Pency was even more confused. "Hmm?"
"Just as you think, Filch is just an insignificant existence to you little wizards, let alone me. His feelings, preferences, and loyalty don't affect anyone at all, don't you think?" Allen looked at Pency, one hand stroking the cat's chin with his index finger while the other took a sip from his drink. "Then in your eyes … I know you Slytherin people treat your true friends well, but to others … According to your Snake Institute's way of thinking, who can give me enough in return … Big enough for me to do all this?"
Pency's eyes narrowed. As the heir of a pureblood family, she understood Allen's meaning very well. For a wizard to reach such a level as Allen … From recent events, she could tell that even Albus Dumbledore did not have anything worthy of his attention …
"So, I'm not doing this for Filch because I don't care if he's useful to me or not. In fact, like most students, he and I didn't get along very well in the first few years." Allen smiled when he saw Pency's expression. "But I don't care about that. I'm doing this because I'm happy … It's my own will. I want to do this, and I can do this … I've done some bad things … So I need to do some good things as a means of balancing my heart …" Allen's smile did not stop, but his eyes sharpened slightly. "Just like how I'm willing to help the Parkinson family now, and how I helped the Malfoy family before … The only thing I'm considering in return is that I'm willing to do it … There are many duds in this world, and there are many families like yours. I just feel that if I choose to help you, I'll feel happy … Or my sister will feel happy … That's the only reason … Just like how some people achieve financial freedom, I'm also achieving my initial freedom of action?"
Pency broke out in a cold sweat. She no longer had the sense of superiority she had when she was talking to Filch.
"Principal Harris … Thank you for being willing to help my father … I … I beg for your mercy …" Pency stuttered a little because it was different from her usual conversational style. But this time, she learned to be smart and did not ask for anything in return. After all, her family did not have anything in return that would be of interest to the principal.
"Very good. Then let's talk about your father …" Allen nodded with satisfaction. "Speaking of which, since this Tom is resurrected … Although I resurrected him because I was sure that he wouldn't kill people randomly like the noseless guy, there's no movement at all now … So, if you have a way to contact your father, do your best to do so." Allen's hand continued to stroke Madam Loris. "It doesn't matter whether your father is willing to surrender or not. The only thing you need to tell me is to confirm his location."
"Yes, Principal Harris. I'll report to you as soon as there's any news." Pency agreed immediately. Her brows furrowed in embarrassment, causing her face to darken a little. She glanced at Allen's hand on the table and paused on it for a few seconds.
If The Dark Lord knew that she or her father had exposed his location, even if it was a young Lord Voldemort, her father would not be able to return safely.
Allen's hand paused for a moment. This caused Madam Loris to cry out in dissatisfaction. She began to rub the back of her ear against Allen in an attempt to stop him from stopping.
"Don't worry about Tom. I promise he'll be fine. Leave the rest to me …" Allen saw through Pency's worries and said softly, "The Dark Lord that your father follows seems to be a little too cautious. Or perhaps he has enough understanding of my abilities … This hand came from the Dark Lord who created this soul vessel. He should have set up a lot of anti-prophecy measures … You've taken divination classes, so you should know that prophecies aren't omnipotent."
Pency was shocked that her thoughts had been guessed. She didn't dare let her imagination run wild. She was even more determined to complete this mission as soon as possible. She stood up and bowed to Allen again before preparing to leave.
"By the way, if possible, it's best if you can find out before Christmas … I want to make a Christmas present, but there's no need to take risks. Just try your best …" Allen continued in a relaxed tone. He stood up to send Pency down the stairs. "By the way, this Christmas … I have an idea for a present for you this year. Although I'll have to ask someone else for help, I haven't asked for your opinion yet. Is there anything you want in particular?"
Pency was flattered. She didn't dare ask Allen to prepare a present for her. Besides, she would need Allen to ask someone else for help … She waved her hands to indicate that it wasn't too troublesome.
"That's fine. It is indeed a little troublesome … I noticed that Harry wanted to give Jenny a blood oath in class today, so I wanted to remind Draco and ask him to give you one as well …"
"Eh!!!"
Pency stopped in her tracks. She opened and closed her mouth several times as if someone was grabbing her by the throat. She grabbed her magic robe and stood there looking at Allen. She didn't know whether to leave or not …
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