"Where are we?" Flegg asked in horror, bending over and panting.
"Fourth floor, near the Spells classroom." Alan replied calmly. Although he was also running wildly, his physical fitness was much better, and he was not worried that he would be caught.
"I think we've lost him." "said Harry, panting. He leaned against the cold wall and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I told you," Hermione panted, clutching the front of her clothes. "I told you. “
"We have to go back to Gryffindor Castle," Ron said. "The sooner the better. “
"Malfoy lied to you," Hermione said to Harry. "Do you understand? He didn't plan to meet you there at all. Filch knew someone was going to the prize room. Malfoy must have tipped him off. “
Harry had to admit that Hermione was right, but he did not want to say anything at the moment.
"Despicable Malfoy. I'll teach him a lesson tomorrow." Flegg's face turned red. No one had ever played him like this, not even Dudley. Compared to Malfoy, Dudley was simply adorable.
"Annoying new students, wandering around in the middle of the night. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Naughty, naughty. You'll be caught. "Pippi squealed happily and giggled.
"Let's go." Alan stopped Hermione, who was about to plead for mercy. "He grabbed her and ran forward.
"Students don't sleep!" Pippi roared. "Students don't sleep in the corridor of the Spells class! “
They seemed to have heard Filch's footsteps. Without bothering to hide their steps, they ran as fast as they could until they reached the end of the corridor.
"The door's locked!" Ron whimpered in despair. Flegg pushed the door with all his might, hoping to break it open.
"Get out of the way." Allen pulled Flegg away, took out his wand, knocked on the door lock and whispered, "Araho, open!" The lock clicked and the door suddenly opened. They rushed in, closed the door quickly, and put their ears to it to listen.
Pippi was indeed Pippi. He never did anything serious. He ignored Filch's request. Filch stomped his feet in anger and finally left helplessly.
"We should be safe." Harry let out a long sigh, slid down from the door, and sat down.
"Allen, Allen, Allen..." Flegg's teeth chattered softly and quickly, his whole body trembling, and he kept pulling Allen's sleeve.
"Ah!" Hermione let out a thin, short, but not loud scream. When people were at the extreme of fear, they often could not make a sound.
What kind of scene was this? Perhaps even nightmares could not describe it. It was as if a three-headed dog from hell had appeared in front of them.
They were now looking into the eyes of a monstrous dog. The dog was so big that it filled up everything from the ceiling to the floor. It had three heads, three pairs of ferocious eyes, three noses twitching and trembling in their direction, and three mouths dripping with saliva like sticky ropes hanging from the yellowed dog teeth.
It stood there motionless, all six eyes staring at them.
Allen knew that as long as there was music, this ferocious monster could be put to sleep. He also knew that under Cerberus was the plank that led to the magic stone. But he thought that this was Dumbledore's test for Harry, and there was no need to destroy it now. Otherwise, Dumbledore could have just destroyed the magic stone. Why bother to protect it?
With a click, Hermione turned the doorknob and opened the door. The few of them quickly fled the area. Luckily, the Cerberus was chained up and could only roar madly behind them.
Harry and the other three ran as fast as they could. They ran all the way to the portrait of the fat lady on the eighth floor before stopping.
"Where's Allen? Did you see Allen? "Harry suddenly asked. The few of them looked at each other, unable to tell when Allen had left.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he was still there when we left the fourth floor. With his skills, there's no way he would have been caught. "Freeg grabbed Harry, who was about to turn back to look for him.
Not to mention the subsequent discussion and quarrel between Harry and the others, and not to care about the unhappy parting of a few people, where did our Alan go?
Alan knew that there would be no more setbacks for them tonight. After witnessing the ferocious Cerberus, he suddenly had a great interest in magical creatures. "After completing the mission assigned by the system, I have to learn more about these strange creatures," Alan encouraged himself as he watched Harry and the rest arrive at Gryffindor Castle safely.
They successfully returned to Ravenclaw Tower. On the way back, Allen even saw Filch, who was patrolling around. "Damn it, we actually didn't catch Potter! That damned Naughty Devil, he actually didn't tell me where they were hiding! There's still so much armor to restore! "
Looking at the hunched back of the little old man, who could only use Muggle's tools to clean in a magical castle, Allen actually felt pity for him.
A person who longed for magic was born a mute. This was indeed a tragedy. Perhaps he would be happier if he didn't know anything! The same was true for Harry's aunt, Penny. There had to be a fundamental reason for the distortion of human nature. Filch's harsh criticism of the young wizards stemmed from jealousy. You see, he never dared to do that to the professors. Whenever he met the professors, he would shrink back. For example, when Professor Mag scolded him with "Fool, sure!", he would shut his mouth and not dare to say another word.
Thinking of this, Allen walked back to the prize room. "Restore as before." The magic wand glowed with a gentle orange light. The scattered armor instantly returned to its original position, and the broken spear was also repaired. There was no trace of it having been broken.
"It's perfect, child. Not only your magic, but also your character!" A kind voice came from behind Allen.
I knew you wouldn't let Harry wander around the castle. Everything is under your control, isn't it, Dumbledore? Allen thought to himself.
"Good evening, Professor." Allen wasn't embarrassed at all after being caught red-handed, and greeted him graciously.
"Good evening, child. What a wonderful outfit! If I didn't know about your little mischievous tonight, I wouldn't have seen such a wonderful outfit. " Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses. The sharp and bright blue eyes behind the glasses were very penetrating.
"Yes, Professor. It is indeed wonderful. It's my baby." Alan didn't hide it. Clothes that could make one invisible were not strange in the magic world. Harry's invisibility clothes that could always be invisible and had no time limit were the most precious.
"Compared to your magical clothes, your actions are even more praiseworthy. Helping the weak without losing your compassion and compassion is a rare quality."
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