In the darkness, Allen and the others got off the carriage and continued to drag Harry, who was lying on the floating saucer, into the iron gate outside Hogwarts Castle.
Professor Fleevy, the dean of Ravenclaw College, was standing in the open space outside the gate. He was looking at a piece of parchment and checking the name list of the students. Behind him, a few tall armed Aura watched Professor Fleevy's movements cautiously. They wanted to see if he was serious about checking the names of every wizard who walked into the Hogwarts.
"Name?" Professor Fleevy asked as he saw Allen and the others approaching. He then explained to the confused Allen and the others, "I'm sorry, Allen, but this is a requirement of the Ministry of Magic. We have to check the name of every wizard who walks into the Hogwarts. Everyone has to report their name, no exceptions. "
"I'm sorry, Professor Harris, but this is the rule …" A young armed Aura recognized Allen. Although he apologized again, he still allowed Allen and the others to complete the rule.
"Wait! This is Harry Potter. What happened to him? " Professor Flick asked as he looked at Harry, who was lying on the floating saucer with a pained expression on his face. As one of the more caring professors in the Hogwarts, he was shocked to see Harry in such a miserable state.
Harry, who was in so much pain that he could not speak, pointed at a spot three inches below his abdomen. Professor Fleevy quickly stepped forward and reached out his hand to the spot where Harry was hurt.
Harry was a little shy, and there was some hesitation between his eyebrows. For a moment, he was at a loss. Suddenly, Harry heard a click beside him. He turned around and saw that the crazy girl had taken out a camera and pointed it at him. This made Harry's face turn red.
Click, click, click. The sound of the camera shutter kept coming out. Hermione pursed her lips tightly. Just like Professor Mag in class, she took a step forward. "Luna, we should respect …" Before she could finish, she was stopped by Allen who was gloating.
"That's good. Teach him a lesson. Harry will be more careful before he goes on an adventure next time." Allen made up an excuse based on his quick wits and his understanding of Miss Know-It-All. He successfully reminded Hermione of the reckless things Harry had done in the past. Hermione looked at Harry who was lying on the floating disc apologetically. She did not stop Luna from taking photos.
Seeing this, Harry tried in vain to stop Professor Fleevy. However, he was in so much pain that he could not exert much strength. Professor Fleevy pushed his hand aside. Then, Professor Fleevy directly lifted Harry's trousers and looked for a while. He judged that Harry was injured. He pulled out his wand and pressed it against Harry's wound. "Don't worry, Mr. Potter. It's just a flesh wound. I'll heal it soon."
Professor Fleevy's wand moved slowly against Harry's wound. Harry grimaced, and his face became even more ferocious. But then, Harry heaved a long sigh of relief and calmed down. The cool and refreshing feeling of touching the wand made him somewhat reluctant to part with it.
"Okay, there's no problem. But what's going on?" The indescribable position of the wound made Professor Fleevy curious about what happened to Harry.
"I found Harry when I was patrolling the Hogwarts Express. I don't know what happened to him." Allen shrugged.
Harry was also in a very difficult position. He couldn't tell the professor that he suspected a Slythrin girl and ran over to peek at her, only to be found out and kicked by the other party after being discovered! So, he could only tell a clumsy lie. "I accidentally fell down on the train."
Fortunately, everyone present didn't intend to continue to delve into it. Harry must have had something to say.
"Okay, but you have to hurry. The banquet is about to start." Fleevy let go of Harry and turned to remind Allen and the others. He then approached the iron fence, raised his wand in one hand and spread out the other. After chanting a spell in a low voice, the iron fence surrounding the school began to flash with a transparent blue light. The Hogwarts' magical defense system had been activated by the headmaster of Ravenclaw.
Everyone began to move forward, towards the castle.
"No, you old mute! I'm from the twenty-eight Holy Clans. You can't just open the luggage of a pure-blood girl like that! " Pency Parkinson's somewhat vehement voice came from the corner where the students' luggage was stacked. She hugged her bag tightly, not letting the caretaker, Filch, touch it.
"I think I can, Miss Pency Parkinson! You can't refuse. This is the standard requirement of the Hogwarts. Now, open your luggage! " Filch, who was mocked to the point that he cared about the most, took a step forward and said with a gloomy face.
Behind Filch was Mister Dexterous Hands, whose fur was the same color as Madam Loris' dark grey fur. His three tentacles reached towards three different pieces of luggage, and his three protruding eyes inspected the contents of the luggage.
"It's okay, Filch. I can vouch for Pency." Professor Snape stood beside Pency. His voice was low, but there was no room for refusal.
"Professor Snape, this is Dumbledore's order. No one can be an exception." Although Filch was a little afraid of the professor out of habit, he did not intend to obey this time. Filch took a few steps forward with his walking stick. His gloomy eyes looked past Pency and behind her. His wrinkled old face suddenly pulled out a smile, and then he waved at Pency. "Forget it, you go in first."
Holding her big backpack, Pency's eyes met with Harry's, who was glaring at her. Seeing Harry standing there without any harm, Pency curled her lips and snorted coldly. But then she saw Allen walking behind them. She panicked and followed Snape with her luggage.
Filch leaned on his walking stick and quickly greeted Allen's group. He sincerely expressed his gratitude to Allen with a smile that was even more flattering than when he faced Umrich last year. His voice even had a trace of sobbing. "Professor Harris, thank you for the Mr. Nimble Hands you sent. It's very useful. It freed me from the endless cleaning work."
In fact, for Filch, the Mr. Nimble Hands sent by Allen was very useful. But to him, what moved him more was that after so many years, he had seen many wizards, but no matter if it was a pureblood, a Muggle, or a mixed-blood, only Allen made him feel respected. Filch pointed in the direction of Ravenclaw Tower. "Professor, I haven't unpacked your luggage, Miss Granger, and Miss Lovgood's luggage. I've already sent it to your rooms in advance."
"Thank you, Argus. When you have free time, you're welcome to communicate with me. Your profession allows you to use the Mr. Nimble Hands in many ways. In the process of using it, you can pay more attention. It's best if you can give me some suggestions. This will help the development of the Mr. Nimble Hands. " Allen smiled gently at Filch. "You can also try to use it to help Mrs. Irma Pins. See if you can help her clean the library …"
Allen's final teasing made the squib administrator blush. But for the first time, he felt that he was entrusted with something other than cleaning. He quickly expressed his attitude. "Professor Harris, don't worry. I'll pay more attention."
In fact, as the person in charge, Allen didn't really want to ask for Filch's opinion. As for improving the Mr. Nimble Hands' functions, the Umbrella Corporation naturally had a professional team to conduct research. The reason why he said this was only to let Filch communicate more with others. He and Mrs. Pins had a somewhat ambiguous relationship. The similarity between her and Filch was that they both hated normal students so much. It was just that Filch was jealous of the students who knew magic, while Mrs. Pins just didn't want the students to touch her precious books. However, their relationship had never made any progress. It had always been unclear. Allen, who had a good impression of Mrs. Pins, wanted to give them a push to make Filch be more proactive since he had been taken care of by her when they were younger.
After saying goodbye to the administrator who still needed to continue checking the luggage, Allen and the others' hurried footsteps broke the silence in the dark night. The castle not far away was brightly lit. Harry, who had been silent all this while, finally couldn't help but ask when he saw that there were no more professors around, "What do you guys think was in Pency Parkinson's bag that she didn't want anyone to see?"
"Harry, I think you should pay attention to other things. Maybe there were some personal items in Pency's bag? I don't think any girl would want Filch to see these things. "Hermione's tone was a little helpless. She knew that Harry was planning to spread his suspicion again.
"Hermione, I have to stress to you again. I suspect that there might be something wrong with Pency Parkinson. Didn't we follow her and Lucius Malfoy when they were in Diagon Alley? Unfortunately, Hermione, you were stopped. They went to Bork Borgin's shop in Overturn Alley. Their whereabouts were suspicious. When they came out, Pency Parkinson, who was originally frowning, was very happy. Her and Lucius's operation this time was too deliberate! Lucius even did this behind his wife and son's back! "Harry's tone was a little emotional.
"It's a little suspicious, but Harry, for people of their background, isn't it normal to shop in such a shop?" Hermione disagreed. "Besides, based on my understanding of black magic, I think it's misunderstood by many wizards. Even if it's a small number of spells that can affect your mind to a certain extent, as long as you're not addicted to it, it's not a bad thing to learn and understand it properly. Harry, you should attend Allen's new class this semester. This knowledge is something that can really help you. "
"I just think so. I don't know, but she must have some plans. I think we should take it seriously. Her father was a Death Eater during the first war. In the end, he escaped punishment because of the Soul Snatching Spell. Plus, her recent behavior is very strange. Just like just now, she's obviously trying to hide from Allen. I suspect that Parkinson is afraid that the secret in her mind will be discovered by Allen! Plus, she's arrogant, domineering, and ruthless. Do you think she's accepted the Lord Voldemort's … "Harry's little brain flashed and felt that his guess was probably true.
"Impossible. She's just a little girl. How could the mysterious man need her to do anything for him … Wait! You said she's ruthless … You were injured because of Pency? " Hermione sensed the subtext of her friend. She began to wonder if it was because Harry felt that Pency Parkinson was suspicious when she went to Overturn Alley, so he rashly followed her on the train and was injured by Pency when he was discovered.
"Yes, I was indeed injured by Parkinson, but you can't deny that she's very suspicious." Harry emphasized, half embarrassed and half angry.
"Her recent behavior is a little strange … But Harry, it's best not to judge a person based on personal emotions." Hermione shook her head disapprovingly. "You can observe more, but don't make a judgment easily without enough information. Then use your hypothetical judgment to judge her behavior … Also, the next time you plan to take risks, you'd better consider your own strength … I mean, if you can be easily defeated by Pency …"
"I'll attend Allen's class!" Harry's face was a little embarrassed, but after this incident, he clearly realized the gap in strength between himself and the other members of the training class. Harry, who had been a little hesitant because of his conversation with Dumbledore, was now determined to attend Allen's class to improve his strength.
"Harry, I suggest you go find Dumbledore and tell him everything you've seen and your suspicions. If there's really a problem, I think Dumbledore will be able to find out. This kind of thing is something the headmaster should be able to solve." Allen did not bat an eyelid. He did not comment on Pency Parkinson, but only gave Harry a suggestion.
"I will. If she really has an ulterior motive, Dumbledore will definitely be able to find out something." Harry agreed with Allen's suggestion. Then he noticed Luna and Ravenclaw's ghost, Ms. Gray, who were also silent behind them. He stammered and tried to ask, "Luna … The picture just now …"
"It won't appear on Sing Devil," Luna turned to smile at Harry and interrupted Harry's pleading.
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