"Penello," Allen suddenly turned serious and looked at Penello, "I think we should keep this matter a secret."
"Why?" Penello looked puzzled, "He is the most wanted criminal."
"What we see with our eyes and hear with our ears may not be the truth, Penelope." Ellen said with deep feeling.
Penello looked at Allen, she felt that Allen was implying something.
"Well, you don't want to be questioned by the Ministry of Magic's Aura, do you? There is also the possibility of using truth-telling serum, mind snatching, or even Dementors... "
Allen said the worst outcome he could think of.
Penello suddenly smiled brightly, "Allen, I'm not a little girl anymore, Dumbledore will not allow this to happen. Although I don't know why you want to keep Sirius' secret, I'm willing to keep it a secret for you. "
Allen found it difficult to look away from Penello's face, he smiled gently.
"Well, it seems that the animal carcass we found earlier was Sirius Black's masterpiece," Penello said.
Allen nodded, "Michael and the others must be worried, let's hurry up."
"Sirius won't do anything to them, right?" Penello quickened her pace.
"They won't. They'll just think that Blake is a dog. Get ready, Penello, we're going to rush out. "
Allen held Penello's hand. In the dark cave, thousands of bats flew and crashed, creating strange shadows.
Allen held Penello's hand and rushed forward along the tunnel, their shoes slapping on the wet ground.
To Allen's surprise, the bats were indifferent to their escape, they just rushed around above their heads and screeched.
Allen and the others lowered their heads and ran under the bats.
The light at the entrance of the cave was getting brighter and brighter, Allen saw Edward holding Michael's hand and poking his head out of the cave.
"Hey, Allen, you're finally out! Just now, a big dog jumped out from inside, and we were worried about you! "
Edward reached out and pulled Penello up first.
"Thank you, but we were also worried about you," Penello said.
Edward wanted to pull Allen up, but Allen had already pushed himself off the ground and jumped up.
"What do we have to worry about?" Edward asked curiously.
"Uh — it's such a big dog! I was afraid that it would attack you. "
Penello was stunned for a moment, then gave an excuse, "Besides, who knows if you can hold on to Michael, both of you?"
On the way back to Hogsmeade Village, Michael could finally control himself and feel the beauty of having his feet on the ground.
After that, Allen and the others went shopping at Joko's Magic Joke Shop as if nothing had happened. They tasted cherry juice and iced soda at the Three Broomsticks Bar.
On the path back to Hogwarts Castle along the lake, Michael complained that if the professors were not at the Three Broomsticks Bar, perhaps Miss Rosmerta would have served them butter beer. It was said that many young wizards had tasted it.
"But as long as we have training this weekend, we will be able to drink it."
In the blink of an eye, Michael was beaming with joy again.
"Did you see the look in her eyes? She's been looking at me! And her smile is so charming! "
The thirteen-year-old Michael thought that the charming bar owner 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 coiled bird's nest.
"I'm a man who can fly!"
When Michael saw the three of them looking at him, he misunderstood and thought that they did not believe him, so he said this sentence.
Allen and the others could not help but laugh out loud.
"Hmph!" A cold snort disrupted the harmonious atmosphere between Allen and the others.
It was Ron.
He pulled Hermione and walked in front of Allen angrily.
Hermione nodded at Allen awkwardly and brushed past Allen.
"What is he snorting about?" Edward was confused.
"Maybe he's angry about what happened this morning." Penello looked at Ron's back and narrowed his eyes.
"Because I didn't stand up for Harry against Malfoy," Allen added softly.
"Nonsense! He didn't do it himself! "Edward suddenly realized and was so angry that his cheeks turned red.
As Allen's roommate, he knew that Allen had helped Harry and the others a lot.
"Allen is too kind. When it's the Quidditch competition, we'll teach them a lesson!"
Michael looked like an angry lion. Now that Allen, who had saved his life, was his idol, he could not accept Ron's cold snort at all.
Filch stood guard in the hall, carefully sizing up the young Magi who had returned from Hogsmeade, afraid that any of them would bring contraband back to the castle.
Madam Dolores paced around his feet, looking at them warily.
Filch only looked at Allen, the young Magus who had helped him a lot, and let him go. Gryffindor's twin brothers were subjected to the strictest inspection.
Of course, Allen knew that Filch would return empty-handed.
Thinking of the consequences of George and Weasley's prank during the summer vacation, Allen decided to teach them a lesson.
Walking quickly to an empty classroom, Allen summoned Maggie from the pet space and gave her some instructions.
Maggie's eyes lit up as she left.
Maggie felt that even if her master was naughty, she would still find him cute. Allen was definitely the kindest person in the world.
After giving instructions to Maggie, Allen went to the auditorium in a good mood. Penello had already changed into Ravenclaw's robe and was waiting at the entrance of the auditorium.
The auditorium was decorated with hundreds of pumpkins with lit candles and a large group of bats flying around.
There were also many orange banners burning with flames. Like colorful water snakes, they floated lazily on the ceiling where the storm was brewing.
"Oh, I hate this year's decorations."
Penello looked at the bats flying around the auditorium and frowned in disgust.
"I hope they don't sprinkle 'Luminous Sand.'" Allen changed to a more elegant way of saying it.
"Luminous Sand?" Penello didn't understand, but after thinking about it, he understood what Allen meant. He pursed his lips and smiled happily.
Allen was keenly aware of an unfriendly gaze staring at him. He immediately captured the source of the gaze.
It was Percy, who was at Gryffindor's long table.
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