Hogwarts Everything is Three

In the darkness, Allen and his party who got out of the carriage continued to drag Harry, who was lying on the floating dish, into the iron fence outside Hogwarts Castle.

Professor Felius Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, was standing in the open space outside the fence, facing a piece of parchment, checking the list of students. Behind him, several tall armed Aurors watched Professor Flitwick's movements vigilantly to see if he seriously checked every wizard who walked into Hogwarts.

"Name?" Professor Flitwick looked at the approaching Ellen and the others inquired, but immediately explained to the confused Ellen and them, "Sorry, Ellen, but this is required by the Ministry of Magic. Check every one. The name of the wizard who walked into Hogwarts. Everyone has to report their name, no one can be an exception."

"Sorry, Professor Harris, this is a rule..." A young armed Auror recognized Allen. Although he repeatedly apologized, he still let Allen and his party complete the rule.

"Wait! This is Harry Potter, what's wrong with him?" Professor Flitwick asked, looking at Harry who was lying on the floating saucer and could hardly speak. As a Hogwarts professor who cared more about students, he was a little shocked to find Harry's horror.

Tormented, unable to speak, and eager to get free, Harry pointed to his lower abdomen three inches down. Professor Flitwick quickly stepped forward and stretched his hand to Harry's injured position.

Harry was a little bit shy, hesitated between his brows, and suddenly he was a little at a loss. Suddenly, Harry turned his head when he heard the click next to him and saw the Mad Girl somehow took out the camera and pointed at him again, which made Harry's face flushed suddenly.

"Crack, click, click," the sound of the camera's shutter being pressed constantly. Hermione's lips were pressed tightly, just like Professor McGonagall in class, she took a step forward, "Luna, we should respect..." Before she finished her words, she was stunned by Allen. Stopped.

"That's okay. Give him a lesson. Next time, Harry will be more cautious before he takes the risk." Allen relied on his wit and knowledge of Miss Knower to compile a reason, and successfully made Hermione think of Harry. Those reckless things that have been done. Hermione glanced apologetically at Harry who was lying on the floating dish, and no longer prevented Luna from taking pictures.

Upon seeing this, Harry stretched out his hand in vain to block Professor Flitwick, but because he was really in pain and couldn't exert any strength in his hand, Professor Flitwick flicked it casually and pushed it aside. Then, Professor Flitwick opened his trousers and looked for a while, judging that Harry was injured, he pulled out his wand and pressed it against Harry’s injured part: "Mr. Potter, don’t worry, it’s just a skin injury. I will soon It can be cured."

Professor Flitwick's wand moved slowly against Harry's wound, and Harry grinned, his complexion even more hideous. But then, Harry sighed and eased. The cool feeling after the wand resisted the tenderness made him even feel nostalgic.

"Okay, there is no problem, but what's the matter?" This indescribable injury position made Professor Flitwick a little curious about what happened to Harry.

"I found Harry while patrolling the Hogwarts Express, and I don't know what happened to him." Allen spread his hands.

Harry was also very embarrassed. He couldn't tell the professor that he suspected a Slytherin girl. He ran to spy on her and was found and knocked down and kicked! So he could only tell a botched lie: "I accidentally fell on the train and bumped it."

Fortunately, everyone present didn't mean to go further, and Harry must have something unspeakable saying that.

"Okay, but you have to hurry up, the banquet is about to begin." Flitwick let go, Harry turned to remind Alan and them, and then he approached the iron fence, holding the wand in one hand and spreading the other out. After chanting the spell in a low voice, the transparent blue light on all the iron fences surrounding the school began to flash, and Hogwarts' magical defense system was activated by the dean of Ravenclaw.

Everyone also began to move on towards the castle.

"No, you old dumb gun! I'm from the Holy Twenty-Eighth Clan, you can't just open the luggage of a pure-blooded lady!" Pansy Parkinson seemed a bit fiercely resisting, stacking students’ luggage from the corner. It came from the place, and she was holding her bag tightly to prevent Filch from touching it.

"I think I can, Miss Pansy Parkinson! You can't refuse. This is Hogwarts' unified request. Now, open your luggage!" Filch, who was ridiculed by the other party and cared about the things in his heart, even more. Sullen, he stepped forward and said forcefully.

Behind Filch, Mr. Skilled Hand, who had the same color as Mrs. Loris's dark gray fur, had three tentacles behind Filch, leaning into three different luggages, and the three raised eyes were checking the contents of the luggage.

"It's okay, Filch, I can vouch for Pansy." Professor Snape stood beside Pansy. The voice is low, but it cannot be denied.

"Professor Snape, this is Dumbledore's order. No one can make an exception." Although Filch was habitually afraid of the professor, he did not intend to obey this time. Filch walked forward on crutches. Step, the stern gaze crossed Pansy, looked behind her, the wrinkled old face suddenly pulled out a smile, and then waved at Pansy, "Forget it, you go in."

Holding his big backpack, Pansy's eyes met Harry who was glaring at her. Seeing Harry standing there gracefully, looking unharmed, Pansy curled her lips and snorted coldly, but when she saw Alan walking behind, she panicked and held her luggage. Follow Snape and leave first.

Filch swiftly greeted Allen and his party who came by on crutches, and sincerely thanked Allen with a smile that was more pleasing than when he faced Umbridge last year, and his voice even had a whimper. "Professor Harris, thank you Mr. Handyman for sending me. It is very easy to use and frees me from endless cleaning work."

In fact, for Filch, the Mr. Qiaoshou sent by Allen is very practical, but what is even more touching to him is that he has seen so many wizards over the years, but whether they are of pure blood or Muggle and mixed-race origin, only Alan made him feel respected. Filch pointed to the direction of Ravenclaw Tower, "Professor, I don’t have any luggage for you, Miss Granger, and Miss Lovegood. It has been opened, and it has been sent to your room in advance."

"Thank you, Argus, when you have free time, you are welcome to communicate with me. Your profession can try out the various functions of Mr. Qiaoshou in many ways. In the process of using, you can pay more attention, the best Can you give me some suggestions, which will help Mr. Handyman's development." Alan smiled gently at Filch, "You can also try to use it to help Mrs. Irma Pins to see if you can Help her clean up the library..."

Allen's last teasing made the dumb gunner blush, but for the first time he felt that he was entrusted with work other than cleaning and other trivial tasks. He was busy expressing his opinion, "Professor Harris, you can rest assured, I must pay more attention."

In fact, Allen, as the holder of power, did not really want to collect Filch's opinions. As for improving the function of Mr. Qiaoshou, the umbrella company naturally has a professional team to conduct research. The reason why he said this is only to allow Filch to communicate more with people. Mrs. Peaces is a bit ambiguous. The similarity between her and Filch is that they both hate ordinary students so much. It's just that Filch was jealous that the students could magic, and Mrs. Pince just didn't want the students to touch her precious books. But their relationship has never progressed, and it has never been clear. Alan, who also has a good impression of Mrs. Pins, who had been taken care of by the other party in her junior year, easily wanted to push them to make Filch more proactive.

Say goodbye to the administrator who still needs to check and salute. In the dark night, Ellen and the others' rapid footsteps broke the silence. Not far away, the castle was brightly lit, and Harry, who had been silent, saw that there was no professor around. I couldn't help asking: "You said what Pansy Parkinson's bag did not want others to see?"

"Harry, I think you should focus on other things. Maybe there are some personal items in Pansy's bag? I don't think any girl wants to let Filch see these things." Hermione's tone was helpless. She knew that Harry was about to spread his suspicions again.

"Hermione, I have to emphasize to you again. I suspect Pansy Parkinson may have a real problem. Didn't we follow her and Lucius Malfoy when we were in Diagon Alley? It's a pity that you were stopped by Hermione. After coming down, they went to the Bok Borkin store in Knockdown Alley. Their whereabouts were weird. When they came out, Pansy Parkinson looked very happy, she and Lucius's action was too deliberate! Hugh even did this without telling his wife and son!" Harry's voice was a little excited.

"It's a little suspicious, but it's not normal for Harry, a person from their background, to go to such a store?" Hermione disapproved, "Besides, through my understanding of dark magic, I think they themselves have been misunderstood by many wizards. , Even if it’s a small amount of spells that can affect your mind to a certain extent, as long as you are not addicted to it, it is not a bad thing to learn and understand properly. Harry, you should participate in Allen’s new class this semester. This knowledge That’s what can really help you."

"I just think so, and I don't know, but she must have any plans. I think we should take it seriously. Her father was a Death Eater during the first war, and finally escaped by the Imperius Curse. Punishment. In addition, her recent behavior is very strange, just like just now, obviously trying to avoid Allen, I suspect Parkinson is afraid that the secret in her mind will be discovered by Allen! In addition, she herself is very domineering and domineering. Spicy, do you think she has accepted Voldemort's job..." Harry's little head flashed brightly, thinking that his guess was probably true.

"Impossible, she's just a little girl, how could the mysterious person need her to do something for him... Wait! You said she was so cruel... You were injured because of Pansy?" Hermione sensed her friend. Under the subtext, she began to wonder if it was because Harry thought Pansy Parkinson was going to Knockover Alley suspiciously, so he rashly followed the train ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and was injured by Pansy when he was found.

"Yes, I was really injured by Parkinson, but you can't deny that she is indeed very suspicious." Harry emphasized, half embarrassed, half angrily.

"Her recent behavior is a bit strange... But Harry, it's better not to bring personal emotions on a person." Hermione shook her head disapprovingly: "You can observe more, but don't take it lightly if you don't have enough intelligence. Just make a judgment, and then use your hypothetical judgment to look at her behavior... Also, next time you plan to take a risk, it is best to consider your own strength... I mean if you can be defeated by her when facing Pansy Easy to put down..."

"I will attend Allen's class!" Harry looked a little embarrassed, but after this incident, he also clearly realized the difference in strength between himself and the members of the training class. Originally, he hesitated because of the conversation with Dumbledore. Harry at this time had already determined his intention to participate in the Allen course to improve his strength.

"Harry, I suggest you better go to Dumbledore and tell him what you see and the doubts in your heart. If there is any problem, I think Dumbledore will be able to find out. The matter itself is also something that the principal is going to solve." Allen was silent and did not comment on Pansy Parkinson, but only gave Harry a suggestion.

"I will. If she really had any purpose, Dumbledore would definitely be able to find out something." Harry agreed with Allen's suggestion, and then he noticed that Lu, who was also behind them, didn't say much. Na and Ms. Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw's college, tried to ask for some time: "Luna... the photo just now..."

"It won't appear on "The Devil"." Luna turned her head and smiled at Harry and interrupted Harry's pleading.