All things are three at Hogwarts

"Principal, I...I don't know where he went." Pansy said in a panic. "Something happened to the mysterious man. It seems that there is no hope for them Death Eaters..." Pansy said cautiously. After organizing his words, he finally decided to say honestly, "He revealed his intention to get Harris' asylum, but the actions of the Ministry of Magic during this period may have frightened him... He did not contact me again."

"Pansy, your father has always been loyal to Tom and has followed him for so many years...but have you ever thought about it?" Allen's fingers kept tapping on his desktop, "Why did he suddenly feel that he couldn't see him at this time?" No hope?"

For a moment, Pansy was a little confused. She secretly looked at Allen's expression with some uncertainty, trying to see the other side's attitude, but the very comfortable look on the other side seemed to be more due to the hand in his hand. Dark brown sparkling drink.

"Is it because, principal, you defeated the Dark Lord in a row?" Pansy said the answer carefully and complimented Allen.

"I have defeated him many times, but after the latest one, your father still decided to follow Tom, but now he suddenly regrets it..." Allen took a sip of his drink, "Why do you think it is?"

Pansy didn't know why Allen asked this. She began to think of various possibilities but none of them could make her say it. She finally said somewhat simply: "Principal Harris... If you need anything, please just ask. I don’t know what Parkinson’s can do to you to make you look good...but we will give our full support...just to keep my father’s name.”

"It seems that you are gradually able to make decisions at home...but..." Allen shook the cup in his hand and added some more, "You seem to get along well with my sister Emily, so you can get her to help too. You beg for mercy... This will count as the Parkinson's family's contribution. Just continue to accompany my sister from now on. Oh, by the way, Draco will definitely plead for your father, so it should be included..."

Hearing that Allen personally admitted that he was willing to let his father go, and that it was because he had accompanied Emily and Draco, this made Pansy feel ashamed and uncomfortable: Emily didn't care, it was indeed that she deliberately became the other party's follower. Yes, but whether Draco has this kind of relationship or not, I would be willing to pay for him...

Pansy raised her eyes and made eye contact with Allen. Pansy felt as if her thoughts were invisible in front of the principal. She watched him take out a piece of parchment from the desk drawer and let it float in the air. Then he let his ignited fingers begin to write in Latin on it, and he quickly finished it with his familiarity, and then handed it to Pansy.

Pansy took the contract with a puzzled expression and looked at the plain parchment with no additional decorations.

"It's just a confidentiality agreement." Allen explained while Pansy read the contents of the contract. "There are some things I'm going to tell you next that I need to make sure no one else knows."

Without any hesitation, Pansy already knew that this was probably a contract with the devil. The new content in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester is to teach students how to be wary of the verbal tricks used by devils in this contract.

Without even looking at the contents of the contract, Pansy signed her name, stood up, and respectfully handed the contract back to Allen with both hands.

"You look at the problem smarter than many people..." Allen then signed his full name.

The effectiveness of the contract bound the two of them at this moment. Pansy also knew the contents of the contract in an instant - indeed, as Allen said, it was just some confidentiality rules.

"So now I can tell you something, Pansy." After Alan put the contract away, he raised the Coke cup and touched Pansy's pumpkin juice bottle and took a sip, "I resurrected two extra Toms. Horcruxes, if my guess is correct, your father followed one of them... I originally thought that Tom could make some noise to help Britain attract firepower, but it seems that because it was the time when these two Horcruxes were made... That would Tom has not lost too much of his mind like the active one before. One seems to be frightened and has no news. According to my speculation, the other may be doing well, but he is also behind the scenes and does not dare to come to the stage... I originally thought that they At most, I was sane enough not to kill people indiscriminately and gather strength, but I didn’t expect to be sane enough to have no news at all... This was my mistake..."

"Uh ah..." Pansy subconsciously made a strange sound. She felt that she could not calm down the fear in her heart. Her palms were sweating and her scalp was numb. Even the Dark Lord was regarded as a pawn by the wizard in front of her. indivual! And obviously, Harris didn't really take the comfort of ordinary wizards seriously.

"So if I guess correctly, the one your father is following now should be the one who is frightened..." Allen continued to tap his fingers on his desk, "And your father, and the death-eating one who chose to follow this side Disciples, you should understand the state of this Tom. You may be happy at first to see your master return to youth and sense...but if you find that his strength has also declined...this powerful Tom is no match for me now. Yeah, do you think your father and his colleagues...well, although they definitely can't beat the current situation, they must feel very desperate about the future."

"Principal Harris, tell me this... Please tell me if there is anything I can do." Pansy was completely frightened by Allen's words. Her head had already lowered, and she deliberately softened her hoarse voice. I wish I could let Allen see his loyalty immediately.

"Don't be stressed. The reason why I'm telling you this is to make things smoother." Allen gave Pansy another bottle of pumpkin juice, with some soothing power in his voice, "Old Parkinson needs a reason. Ordinary people need a reason to accept him, ignoring his status as a Death Eater and what he has done, just like Lucius... So I think it is more appropriate for you to be the liaison between him and me on this matter, You tell him, convince him, let him cooperate with me..."

"Principal Harris" In a picture frame on the wall, an old witch with long silver curls spoke, "Mr. Filch, the janitor, was blocked from the door by a riddle."

"Thank you, Dai Lisi... Oh, please don't be angry. I'm sure Tom's matter will be resolved soon." Allen explained to the portrait and stopped looking at her. He turned to the little hand on the table and ordered, "Little hand , don’t pretend to be asleep, go and open the door.”

The fingers of the little hand nestled in its nest stood up. It reluctantly jumped off the table, twisted its middle finger and index finger, walked towards the door, slid down the handrail on the spiral staircase, and soon disappeared from their sight.

This time Pansy was surprised to notice the portraits of past principals in the room. Thinking that their conversation just now was conducted in front of these portraits without any scruples, she began to worry that they would be exposed.

"Don't worry, Pansy, the portraits in this school can't tell others what I don't want them to say... Like this little hand, I have control over it in a way that my predecessors could not... "Alan noticed Pansy's expression, "On the other hand, this hand-shaped undead creature was made by me using Tom's severed hand. It has the same personality as its original owner. It is not easy to understand. , be careful when dealing with it...but I need to keep it, it still has some use to me."

Pansy thought about the fact that during the live duel, Allen and Voldemort overwhelmingly defeated the Dark Lord in their second duel and cut off one of Voldemort's hands. She suddenly thought of some of the content she had learned in the divination class, and she was even more in awe of the wizard in front of her. She almost didn't dare to move from her seat - he obviously knew Voldemort's whereabouts very well, and he was probably Through this severed hand... If you think about it more carefully, his act of cutting off the Dark Lord's hand was definitely calculated...

Then Alan suddenly put his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture towards Pansy. Before Pansy could respond hastily, the sound of lame footsteps and a few sounds came from the spiral staircase leading to the principal's office. A cat meows.