All things are three at Hogwarts

Looking at Filch who was hugging his principal's desk, snot bubbles were flowing out of his nose at this time. Allen frowned briefly. He took out a blue handkerchief and let it float in his hand. Steam came out.

Allen tested the temperature with the back of his fingers, fanned it again to lower the temperature, and then floated the hot wet towel in front of Filch under control.

Filch took the hot towel tremblingly, and Filch's sobbing became even worse. He was whimpering and speechless.

With an outsider like Pansy present, Filch also felt that his rude behavior was a bit embarrassing. He applied a hot towel to his face, feeling that the heat of the towel drove away the severe cold of winter and made him tense with excitement. Gradually relax and calm down.

"Argus, don't cry in the temple. When you succeed, I will make a wand for you myself..." Alan put the principal's desk on the table, patted Filch on the shoulder with the hand of the mage, and then He said with a little pleading to Anka, who was sleeping on a branch, "Anka, help me send Argus to the Ravenclaw Temple. Be gentle, he is an ordinary person... When you come back, I will cook roast rabbit for you..."

Anka, who didn't open his eyes during the first half of the listening, didn't let out a dissatisfied roar until he heard the roasted rabbit meat. He flew up from the branch and directly grabbed Filch's shoulder, who was still wanting to thank him. With a flash of fire, he took him with him. Filch disappeared from the principal's office.

And when the firelight completely disappeared from the principal's room.

Allen stood up suddenly. He stepped directly on his chair and stood on the table. This sudden condescension made Pansy so frightened that she moved her chair back a few steps. Pansy didn't understand why the other party suddenly made such an action that was not in line with her identity as "principal".

However, Alan ignored the shock in Pansy's eyes for the time being. He walked over from the table, stepped on Filch's chair again and used it as a staging post. He stepped back on the ground with his next foot. The robes on his body were raised in a lively arc.

When Pansy couldn't understand what Alan was convulsing at all, the headmaster of Hogwarts stretched out his two long, pale hands towards Filch's cat, Mrs. Lorris, who was languishing on the ground. One hand was lifted from under the armpit of Mrs. Lorris's front legs, and the other hand was holding the cat's back just above the base of the tail. She rolled the cat into a ball and held it in her arms, then turned around and walked around. The principal desk sat back in his principal chair.

Allen then turned over the hair that Filch had just pinched, and cast a spell to treat Mrs. Lorris, who was just frightened but not injured. Seeing that Mrs. Lorris was fine, Allen relaxed his body, let the cat lie on his lap, and began to touch the skinny cat from behind its ears along its cheek to its chin.

Mrs. Norris narrowed her bulbous eyes like Filch's and purred obediently.

Only then did Allen have time to look at Pansy. Noticing Pansy's incomprehensible look, he smiled: "Phoenix is ​​jealous, so I can't check whether it is injured in front of Anka."

"Oh? Oh! Oh..." Pansy sat on the chair blankly, watching the wizard in front of him who had defeated the Dark Lord, was famous in the wizarding world, and was the most powerful wizard in Britain quietly stroking his knee. That ugly janitor accomplice that no one at school likes. This is really unimaginable for ordinary wizards, and it is really beyond Pansy's surprise.

Pansy then thought that the Animagus Manticore registered by Hermione Granger at the Ministry of Magic could technically be considered a big cat, and she also had one that was probably about the same length and width. She couldn't help but gossip in her heart: Could it be because he liked Granger that he fell in love with cats like cats...

"Toads used to be popular among wizards, but now most of them like to keep owls. Even without Hermione, I have always liked cats. This small animal has become my aesthetic point in terms of appearance and temperament." Allen His eyes saw through Pan Xi's thoughts, which made Pan Xi recall the other party's ability and was frightened again, "Don't worry, I'm not so stingy. I can indeed see through people's hearts, but now I understand Lu...Luo Ina... This is a gift and a burden... I can't care about what everyone thinks, can I?" Allen shrugged, "You were also curious just now about why I would treat someone... to me, there is no What kind of squib is so useful?"

"I didn't... uh, Principal Harris." Pansy tried to defend herself for a moment and then figured out that her thoughts had no clue. She paused for a moment and reorganized her words, "I'm just too dull to see through your actions. The wisdom behind it…”

"It's normal that you can't see through it." The smile on Allen's face widened, "But there is no wisdom behind it... I just do it because I want to do it, just because of this..."

Pansy was even more confused: "Huh?"

"As you may think, Filch, not only to me, but to you little wizards, he is an insignificant existence in your opinion. His feelings and preferences, and his loyalty to whom do you feel that he is not loyal to anyone at all?" No impact?" Allen looked at Pansy, using his index finger to rub the cat's chin back and forth, and holding his own drink cup with the other hand to take a sip, "In your eyes... I know you Slytherins have no influence on the cat's chin. True friends who are recognized in the heart are not bad, but for other people...according to your Snake Yard's thinking, who can give me enough reward...is the reward big enough for me to do this?"

This made Pansy's eyes shrink. As the heir of a pure-blood family, she understood very well what Allen meant. As a wizard, you can do what Allen does... As you can see from recent events, even Albus ·Dumbledore has nothing worthy of being so concerned about...

"So, when I treat Filch like this, I don't care whether he is useful to me or not. In fact, like most students, he and I didn't get along very well in the first few years." Alan saw Pansy's look. Smiling with satisfaction, "But I don't care about this. I do it more because I am happy... It is my own wish, I want to do it, and I can do it... I have done some bad things... so I also need to do some good deeds as a way to balance my heart..." Allen's smile did not stop, but his eyes became slightly sharper, "Just like I am willing to help the Parkinson family now, I helped the Malfoy family before... The only reward I consider... It's just that I'm happy... There are a lot of squibs in this world, and there are a lot of families like yours, but I think choosing from them helps you and I can feel happy... or my sister can feel happy... This is the only reason... It's like some people achieve Now that I have achieved financial freedom, can I also initially achieve freedom of movement?”

Pansy broke out in a cold sweat. At this moment, she no longer had the same sense of superiority she had when she faced Filch just now.

"Principal Harris...Thank you for your willingness to help my father...I...I pray for your mercy..." Pansy seemed a little stuttered and stuck because of the different conversation mode from the past, but this time she finally learned to be smart and didn't mention anything. It's a matter of repayment, because their family really doesn't have anything in return that the other party can take notice of.

"Very good, then let's talk about your father..." Allen nodded with satisfaction, "Speaking of which, since the resurrected Tom... I originally did it because I was sure that he would not kill people randomly like the noseless one. He was resurrected, but now there is no movement at all... So if you have a way to contact your father, please try your best to contact him." Allen's hand continued to caress Mrs. Norris, neither urgent nor slow, " It doesn't matter whether your father is willing to surrender or not. The only thing you need to inform me is to determine his location."

"Yes, Principal Harris, as soon as there is any news, I will report to you immediately." Pansy agreed immediately, but her brows furrowed in embarrassment, which cast some gloom on her face. Her eyes swept over the books on Allen's desk. My little hand, I paused on it for a few more seconds.

——If the Dark Lord knew that he or his father had exposed his address, even if it was a young Voldemort, it would be difficult for his father to come back safely.

The movement of Allen's hand temporarily stopped, which caused Mrs. Norris to scream dissatisfiedly after being masturbated. She began to rub Allen behind the ears to try to make him not stop.

"Don't worry about Tom, I guarantee that he will be fine. Leave the rest to me..." Seeing through Pansy's concerns about readily agreeing, Allen said softly, "The Dark Lord your father is following seems to be a little too cautious. , or have enough understanding of my abilities... This little hand comes from the Dark Lord after making this Horcrux. He should have deployed many anti-prophecy methods now... You have signed up for a divination class, and you should know that prophecies are not omnipotent. .”

Pansy was horrified when she was guessed. She didn't dare to think about it anymore. She became more and more determined to complete the task as soon as possible. She stood up, saluted Allen and reassured her before planning to leave.

"By the way, if possible, it's best to find out before Christmas...because I want to make a Christmas gift, but I don't have to risk it, just try my best..." Allen continued to warn in a relaxed tone, He stood up and prepared to send Pansy downstairs, "By the way, this Christmas... I have an idea for a gift for you this year. Although I have to find someone else to help me with this, I haven't asked you for your own ideas. Is there anything in particular you want?"

Pansy was immediately flattered. She didn't dare to ask Allen to bother preparing a gift for her, let alone the need for Allen to ask for help... She waved her hands repeatedly to indicate that it wouldn't be too much trouble.

"Well, there is indeed some trouble... I noticed during class today that Harry wanted to give Ginny a blood pact, so I also wanted to remind Draco and ask him to give you one too..."

"Eh!!!"

Pansy suddenly stopped walking, as if someone had pinched her throat. She opened and closed her mouth several times, grabbed her magic robe with her hand, and stood there looking at Allen. She didn't want to leave. Nor...