"Not only did Allen get Hermione to inform us in time, but he also stopped them from making the situation worse. I think we can give Ravenclaw 50 points."
Professor Mag looked at Allen and praised him inwardly. If only Gryffindor had such a steady and outstanding little wizard.
Professor Mag's gaze slid to Hermione. "And Hermione. She got to Three Brooms Bar in time and told us what happened. Give Gryffindor 10 points."
Hermione's face turned red. When she looked up and saw Allen's gentle smile, the regret she felt for not being able to finish the tour of Hogsmeade with Allen disappeared without a trace.
When the excited little wizards returned from Hogsmeade and enjoyed their dinner in the hall, the news quickly spread like wildfire.
The news of Allen subduing a group of Slytherin with a spell disappeared.
Everyone marveled at Allen's strength, and couldn't help but be shocked by Slytherin's unscrupulous methods.
If it weren't for Allen, Slytherin would have gotten rid of two of the academy's ball hunters at once.
After learning the whole story and witnessing with his own eyes, Roger's wrist was injured. He was filled with righteous indignation. He rolled up his magic robe and was about to get even with Slytherin.
That was until he learned that Marcus and the others were called away by Filch.
Marcus and the others' Christmas vacation was ruined. They had to help Filch clean all the school's washrooms and classrooms, and they couldn't use magic.
"Serves them right!" Roger looked in the direction of Slytherin with contempt, and sat down beside Allen.
The atmosphere at Slytherin's long table was tense. Slytherin was ambitious, and would use some tricks to succeed, but such lowly methods were a disgrace to Slytherin.
Malfoy's face was pale. He picked at the food on his plate with his fork, and finally stood up, and walked out of the auditorium.
This was like a signal. All the Slytherin stood up silently and followed Malfoy out of the auditorium.
"Malfoy has become their leader!" Roger said disdainfully. He didn't like Slytherin at all.
Allen smiled and looked at Slytherin's long table thoughtfully.
Gryffindor's captain, Wood, was stunned when he couldn't find Harry. he yelled and shouted for Harry, attracting everyone's curious gazes.
Everyone was wondering if Harry had been killed by Slytherin. But he didn't go to Hogsmeade.
Could it be that he was injured and locked in an empty classroom?
If that was the case, all the ball hunters except Slytherin would have been killed.
Hermione stood up blankly. She knew that Harry was fine, but why didn't he appear in the auditorium?
Hermione chased after Wood and ran out of the auditorium.
The next day, the young wizards were not in the mood to pay attention to other things. Everyone was immersed in the joy of going home for the holidays.
On the Hogwarts Express, the young wizards were excitedly discussing their plans for the holidays. They took advantage of the time when they could use their wands to play, laugh, and play to their hearts' content.
There were also some mischievous young wizards who detonated the dung eggs they smuggled back from Hogsmeade, and were loudly reprimanded by Percy and Penello.
Allen found an empty carriage at the end of the train and sat down. Outside the window, snowflakes danced. He flipped open the newly released book, Antagonist, and found the recipes that Luna mentioned.
This book could be recommended to Mrs. Harris. She would like it, and then everyone would like it.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the carriage door. Was it Penello? Had he finished his inspection so soon?
Allen waved his wand casually, and the carriage door was silently opened.
To Allen's surprise, it turned out to be Malfoy. He was alone, and there was no sign of Gal or Crabbe behind him.
Malfoy, who was allowed to come in, took the initiative to close the carriage door.
He sat opposite Allen. His expression almost made Allen want to run out of the door. Was he going to confess to him?
Allen thought in horror.
"Allen, thank you." Malfoy's tone seemed a little weak.
Allen understood what he meant. "I want to thank you too."
"My status in Slytherin has risen." Malfoy's expression was complicated.
To a certain extent, he was also a beneficiary of this matter.
"Congratulations!" Allen smiled.
This smile seemed to have magic, and the inexplicable anxiety in Malfoy's heart eased a lot.
"In short, I owe you one again." Malfoy's expression returned to its usual arrogance. He stood up and walked out of the door.
"Hermione and I won't tell," Allen said softly.
Malfoy's figure paused, and he walked out of the door without looking back.
A light "thank you" entered Allen's ears.
When Allen carried his luggage and got off the train, he immediately saw his little sister Emily and — — Aunt Josephine!
"Allen!" Emily also saw Allen, and like a happy little bird, she jumped into Allen's arms.
Allen stroked the little girl's back and raised his head to greet Aunt Josephine with a smile.
In the heavy snow, Josephine's cheeks were red, but Allen knew that it was definitely not because of the cold.
Her usually sharp blue eyes revealed a rare gentle smile as she nodded at Allen.
She wore a black wide-brimmed hat, and the purple velvet flowers on the hat trembled in the cold wind.
"Ha, I'm so happy to see you again, Allen. You've grown a lot taller than last time!" Aunt Josephine warmly hugged Allen.
When they walked out of the 9? Platform, Allen was happy to see his brother, Albert, standing in front of a Honda sedan and smiling at him.
Albert opened the trunk of the Honda and put Allen's luggage inside.
Allen was a bit absent-minded. Since when did Wizards and Muggle get along so well that they even used a sedan?
"This is the ministry's car. I'm currently on a mission, and the mission details have to be kept secret. But it doesn't prevent me from picking up my dear brother. "
Albert's expression was cheerful, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with his current mission.
Allen wanted to ask him what kind of mission it was, but when he thought of the Ministry of Magic's confidentiality rules, he kept his mouth shut.
Aunt Josephine, who had entered the car, was still wearing her extraordinarily wide hat and sat stiffly in the car.
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