After successfully returning to the Room of Requests, Allen immediately took out the Meditation Basin.
A few of them went up to him. Everyone was curious as to why Filch was so stubbornly guarding the entrance of the library.
Allen poured Filch's memories into the Meditation Basin.
The memories flowed into the Meditation Basin, and it was unclear whether they were liquid or gas.
It was like a piece of bright silver, but it was constantly flowing, like ripples on the surface of water in the breeze, and like clouds, it spread out gracefully and gently rotated.
Allen took out his wand and lightly poked at the memories in the Meditation Basin. The memories in the Meditation Basin began to spin faster.
"I'll be the first." Hermione was the first to step forward. She urgently wanted to know if Dumbledore had really done anything behind her back.
No one fought with her over it. Everyone could sense Hermione's emotions, and considerately allowed her to be the first to check Filch's memories.
Very quickly, Hermione returned from the Meditation Basin to the Room of Requests.
Her expression was ugly, and she looked furious, but at the same time, relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
Penello looked at Hermione strangely, and without hesitation, plunged into the memories.
When Penello returned with a mocking smile, Luna blinked and gracefully entered the Meditation Basin.
"He just doesn't want students to come into contact with dangerous knowledge," Luna, who had emerged from the Meditation Basin, looked at Hermione and Penello, and explained for Dumbledore.
Allen nodded. He obviously knew that Dumbledore, the great light Magus, had no ill intentions towards him.
No matter what, he could only make a conclusion after seeing it. Allen was never someone who was easily influenced by others.
Allen bent over and touched the layer of silver-white memories. He fell into a cold, pitch-black substance, as if he had been sucked into a black whirlpool.
Filch stood in the corridor on the fourth floor, suspiciously staring at a statue of a guard.
The statue's armor creaked, and the red tassels on its hat shook incessantly.
"Filch!" An old and kind voice suddenly sounded.
Allen saw Dumbledore slowly walking down the stairs.
"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Filch bowed.
"Ah, so naughty, naughty brat! Come out! "Professor Dumbledore said to the statue that had suddenly stopped trembling.
Naughty Ghost suddenly rose into the air and scratched the back of his head.
"Dumbledore! I was wrong! "After saying that quickly, Naughty Ghost slipped away quickly.
Dumbledore helplessly shook his head. "Mischievous Ghost, it's hard to deal with, right?"
"Indeed, Dumbledore. But compared to Naughty Ghost, those little imps were much harder to deal with and much more cunning. I suggest that the school's punishment be more detailed and severe. Also, you should agree to my request to use a whip. "
Filch requested solemnly.
"Filch, you have to know that whips are absolutely not allowed to be used on students." Dumbledore explained.
"I know, these little imps are really naughty and have brought a lot of trouble to your work. In fact, Madam Pins has been very annoyed recently. She told me that the forbidden section of the library had traces of someone flipping through the books. Filch, did you see anything strange when you were on night patrol? "Dumbledore looked in the direction that Naughty Ghost left and asked casually.
"Madam Pins? It must be one of those naughty little imps. "Filch paused," I will check that place carefully and will definitely find him. "
Allen, who was observing from the side, did not miss the flash of light in Dumbledore's eyes — — it was a look of satisfaction.
The following memory was nothing special, it was nothing more than him having a battle of wits with some students.
However, Filch and the headmaster met a little too frequently, and Dumbledore displayed an unusual interest and passion towards the library.
After a period of time, Filch did not meet Dumbledore again.
Allen noticed that at that time, the in Filch's hands had a picture of his own Animagus.
Allen suddenly understood and returned from the Meditation Basin to the Room of Absolute Gratification.
For a moment, the four of them did not say anything.
"Although Professor Dumbledore should have good intentions, but I don't agree with his methods. He is interfering too much in other people's lives. " Hermione puffed up her cheeks, her eyes filled with disappointment, "He even forbade Harry from moving in with Sirius."
"Professor Dumbledore has his reasons for doing this. Harry has a protective spell left by his mother. Before he reaches adulthood, he must treat the home of someone related to him — — as his own home. Only then will the spell take effect. "
Allen's explanation made Hermione suddenly understand, "So, the professor is protecting Harry!"
Allen's eyes flashed, "Hermione, actually there is a better way. If Harry can't move in with Sirius, then, why not let Sirius move in with Harry? "
Hermione happily clapped her hands, why didn't she think of this? The mountain is not me, I can be the mountain!
"Don't worry, leave it to me! Before leaving school, I will look for Sirius and suggest that he move in with Harry's aunt. This way, the problem will be solved. "Allen said.
This was not a violation of his agreement with Dumbledore. He was affecting Sirius, not Harry! Allen thought with a clear conscience.
Hermione's eyes sparkled, "Allen, you are so nice –"
Allen quickly rejected this unexpected good guy card.
"Although compared to Dumbledore's decision, my suggestion takes into account Harry and Sirius' feelings, but more importantly, I want to tell Dumbledore that he can't control everyone!"
This could be considered Allen's payback for Dumbledore's book ban.
"There is still one person who hasn't really payback!" Speaking of payback, Allen thought of another person.
"Who is it?" Penello asked with interest.
"That person, Jiang Qiu? The one that Zhang and Cedric injured, the captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team – Marcus Flint? Flint. "
Allen narrowed his eyes, covering the murderous glint in his eyes.
"Qiu? Zhang and Cedric profited from their misfortune and got together. "Penello said.
"And Marcus Flint? He is about to graduate, and no one can protect him anymore! "Penello's fingers wrapped around the chain on his wand, his voice dangerous.
"Marcus Flint? Flint? You want to pay him back? Count me in! Although he doesn't dare to provoke the people in the training class, he especially bullies those who didn't participate in the class and aren't pure-blooded Wizards. "
Hermione was filled with righteous indignation. She felt that if there was a chance to beat up Marcus, she must not miss it. Even if it meant losing points, she would not hesitate.
"The training class is a very good organization. I like to participate in the activities of the class the most." Luna whispered while fiddling with the raven mask.
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