The banging sounds attracted Professor Lupin, who had just entered the auditorium.
"Kids, you're not fighting, are you?"
He pointed with his magic wand, and the porridge on Gor and Crabbe's faces were cleaned clean.
Allen blinked, reached out his magic wand, and restored the broken bowls and plates to their original state.
They flew neatly back to the table.
Soon, these utensils were filled with food by the diligent house elves.
Allen cleaned up the stains on the floor of the auditorium and looked at Professor Lupin.
"Hmm, what a good spell!" Lupin looked at Allen with appreciation.
"Professor, they attacked us!" Malfoy stood up and pretended to be seriously injured.
"Professor, in fact, it was Malfoy who started it first. They insulted Luna. And it was Pency? Parkinson attacked first. "Michael Kona said. "Michael Michael Kona defended himself.
"Hmm! Let me think. " Professor Lupin touched his chin. "Since you fought in the cafeteria, then 20 points will be deducted from Slytherin and Ravenclaw."
"That's not fair, professor! We were obviously more seriously injured. "Malfoy was indignant and shouted at Professor Lupin.
Professor Lupin was about to say something, but was interrupted by an extremely cold voice.
"I remember, I am the dean of Slytherin. My students made a mistake, and I am free to punish them! "
Malfoy looked at Professor Lupin proudly and raised his eyebrows at Allen provocatively.
"Then what are you going to do, Professor Snape?" Professor Lupin asked good-naturedly.
"You don't have to worry about that. Go back to your seats and eat, Malfoy! "
Professor Snape's eyes slid dangerously from Professor Lupin to Malfoy.
Malfoy did not dare to argue and obediently returned to Slytherin's long table.
Professor Snape walked to the teacher's seat.
"Well, since I didn't punish Slytherin, I don't think there's a need for me to punish the rest of you." Professor Lupin smiled as he looked at Allen.
"Thank you, Professor." Allen also smiled.
"Malfoy is really shameless. Does he think that whoever is weak is right?"
Michael sat beside Allen, still feeling indignant about what had just happened.
"No matter what, he's lucky that he didn't get punished after beating up Malfoy in the auditorium."
Allen took out the magic communication chip that he made delightedly and gave it to Penello, who had just walked into the canteen and asked for details after hearing about the conflict.
"Wow, cool! Is it made of gold? "Michael, who got the chip, asked with interest.
"You can try biting it." Allen showed a mischievous smile and encouraged Michael.
"How does it work?" Luna sat on the opposite side of the table and asked with interest. Her silver-gray eyes were wide open.
"As long as you use magic to input text, the same text will appear on everyone's communication device, and the chip will heat up and vibrate to remind everyone of the incoming message."
Allen picked up a wrapped sandwich and opened the foil.
"What kind of sandwich is it?" Luna suddenly asked.
Allen opened a piece of bread, looked at it, and said, "Tuna salad."
He saw that Luna also had a sandwich in her hand and thought of a possibility. "What about you? You don't like the taste of your sandwich? "
"Mine is also canned tuna salad, do you want to trade?" Luna stared at the sandwich in Allen's hand, as if she really wanted to trade with Allen.
"It's all the same, why should I trade?" Allen asked in surprise.
Luna did not say anything.
"I don't know when your relationship became so good." Penello distributed all the magic communication chips to the little wizards of Ravenclaw and sat next to Allen.
Allen and Luna looked at each other and smiled, tacitly keeping their mouths shut about last night's experience.
"You had a conflict with Malfoy?" Penello looked at Luna in confusion and continued to ask.
Michael, who was on the side, excitedly told the whole story.
"Just like what Michael said." Allen shrugged and picked up another sandwich.
He suddenly felt that the taste of the tuna sandwich was quite special.
"Can you pass the pudding to me, Luna?" Penello suddenly said.
Luna looked at Penello with her big eyes and handed the pudding in front of her to Penello.
"Thank you, Luna. After breakfast, there should still be time, I can help you trim your hair. "
Penello looked at Luna's head and face, as if he was considering how to trim it.
Allen thought that Luna would refuse.
He didn't expect that after Luna looked at Penello for a while, she actually nodded and agreed.
After breakfast, Luna and Penello left the restaurant together.
Allen went to the Defense Against Black Magic class alone. Today, they could finally experience the Defense Against Black Magic class that was highly praised by Gryffindor.
On the way, he bumped into Harry and the others who were going to class.
"Allen, you did a great job!" Ron excitedly punched Allen's shoulder.
Allen quietly avoided it.
"We've wanted to do that for a long time!" Harry was overflowing with excitement. "Beat the crap out of Malfoy!"
"Yeah, he just reaped what he sowed," Allen said.
"Hi, Hermione, good morning. You have a Magic Spells class for the first period?" Allen said to Hermione who had just walked behind Harry.
"Why did you bring the books for the Magic Spells class? There's no Magic Spells class today? "Ron asked her.
"Oh, I remembered wrongly. The first class is Transfiguration."
Hermione answered vaguely and then hurriedly stuffed the books back into her bag.
Allen understood in his heart that this true genius must have just used the Time Turner.
"We have to go, Allen. Professor McGonagall doesn't like students to be late. "
Hermione walked away first. She always felt that Allen seemed to have seen through everything.
"Do you think Hermione is hiding something from us?" Ron looked at Allen and Harry.
When Allen sat down in the chair of the Defense Against Black Magic class and finished reading a text, Professor Lupin had not yet arrived.
When the little wizards of Ravenclaw arrived one after another, sat down, took out their textbooks, quills, and parchments, and talked to each other, Professor Lupin finally walked into the classroom.
He had a faint smile on his face as he put the tattered old box on the podium.
He was still in rags, but his complexion was much healthier than on the train, probably because he had eaten a few good meals.
"Good morning," he said. "Please put your textbooks back in your bags. Today's class is practical. You only need wands. "
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