All things are three at Hogwarts

The banging sound attracted Professor Lupine who had just entered the auditorium.

"Children, are you fighting?"

With a flick of his wand, the porridge on Goyle and Crabbe's faces was wiped clean.

Allen blinked, stretched out his wand, and restored the broken dishes to their original state.

They flew neatly back to the table.

Soon, these vessels were filled with food by the industrious house elves.

Allen cleaned up the stains on the floor of the auditorium and looked at Professor Lupin.

"Well, that's a really good spell!" Lupine looked at Allen appreciatively.

"Professor, they are attacking us!" Malfoy stood up and looked seriously injured.

"Professor, it was actually Malfoy who started the trouble. They insulted Luna. And it was Pansy Parkinson who started the fight." Michael Corner defended.

"Hmm! Let me think about it." Professor Lupine touched his chin, "Since you are fighting in the restaurant, Slytherin and Ravenclaw will deduct twenty points each."

"No fair, Professor! We are obviously more seriously injured." Malfoy was angry and yelled at Professor Lupin.

Just as Professor Luping was about to say something, he was interrupted by an extremely cold voice.

"I remember, I am the dean of Slytherin. My students have made mistakes, and I am free to deal with them!"

Malfoy looked at Professor Lupin triumphantly and raised his eyebrows at Alan provocatively.

"And what are you going to do about it, Professor Snape?" Professor Lupine asked good-naturedly.

"That's nothing to worry about. Go back to your places and eat, Malfoy!"

Professor Snape's eyes flicked dangerously from Professor Lupin to Malfoy.

Malfoy did not dare to argue and returned to the Slytherin table obediently.

Professor Snape walked to the teacher's desk.

"Well, since Slytherin has not been punished by me, then I think there is no need for you to be punished by me." Professor Lupine looked at Allen with a smile.

"Thank you, professor." Allen also smiled.

"Malfoy is so shameless. Does he think that whoever is weak is justified?"

Michael sat next to Allen, still angry about what just happened.

"Anyway, I'm really lucky that I didn't get punished for beating Malfoy in the Great Hall."

Allen happily took out the magic communication gold tablet he made and handed it to Penelo, who had just walked into the cafeteria and heard about the conflict and came over to ask for details.

"Wow, cool! Is it made of gold?" Michael asked with interest after getting the gold piece.

"You can bite it and see." Allen showed a naughty smile and encouraged Michael.

"How to use it?" Luna sat across the dining table and asked with interest, her silver-gray eyes widening.

"As long as you use magic to input text, the same text will appear on everyone's communication equipment, and the gold pieces will heat up and tremble to remind everyone that information is coming."

Alan picked up a wrapped sandwich and opened the foil.

"What kind of sandwich is it?" Luna asked suddenly.

Allen uncovered a piece of bread, looked at it, and said, "Tuna salad."

He saw Luna also holding a sandwich in her hand, and thought of a possibility, "What about yours? Don't like the taste of your sandwich?"

"Mine is also a canned tuna salad, do you want to exchange it?" Luna stared at the sandwich in Allen's hand, as if she really wanted to exchange it with Allen.

"They're all the same, why do we need to change them?" Allen asked in surprise.

Luna remained silent.

"I don't know when your friendship became so good." Penello distributed all the magic communication gold tablets to the little wizards in Ravenclaw and sat next to Allen.

Allen and Luna smiled at each other and tacitly agreed to keep silent about last night's experience.

"Did you have a conflict with Malfoy?" Penello glanced at Luna suspiciously and continued to ask.

Michael on the side excitedly told what happened.

"Just like Michael said." Alan shrugged and picked up another sandwich nonchalantly.

He suddenly felt that the tuna sandwich tasted quite special.

"Pass the pudding to me, Luna?" Penello said suddenly.

Luna looked at Penelo intently with her big eyes, and handed Penelo the pudding in front of her.

"Thank you, Luna. After breakfast, I should still have time. I can help you trim your hair."

Penello looked at Luna's head and face, as if considering how to trim it.

Allen thought Luna would refuse.

Unexpectedly, after Luna looked at Penello steadily for a while, she nodded and agreed.

After the meal, Luna and Penello left the restaurant together.

Allen went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom alone. Today they could finally experience the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that was highly praised by Gryffindors.

On the way, he bumped into Harry and the others who were going to class.

"Alan, great job!" Ron happily punched Alan on the shoulder.

Allen calmly avoided it.

"We've wanted to do that for a long time!" Harry's excitement was palpable, "beat Malfoy to the ground!"

"Well, he just brought it upon himself," Allen said.

"Hi, Hermione, good morning. Are you going to have Charms class in the first period?" Allen said to Hermione who had just walked behind Harry.

"Why did you bring the Charms book? There is no Charms class today?" Ron asked her.

"Oh, I remembered wrongly, the first class was Transfiguration."

Hermione responded vaguely, then hurriedly stuffed the book back into her bag.

Allen knew in his mind that this true academic master must have just used a time turner.

"We have to go, Alan. Professor McGonagall doesn't like students being late."

Hermione walked away first, she always felt as if Allen had seen through everything.

"Do you think Hermione is hiding something from us?" Ron looked at Alan and Harry.

When Allen sat down in the Defense Against the Dark Arts chair and finished reading a text, Professor Lupine had not yet arrived.

When the little wizards from Ravenclaw arrived one after another, sat down, took out their textbooks, quills and parchment, and talked to each other, Professor Lupine finally entered the classroom.

With a faint smile on his face, he placed the tattered old box on the podium.

He was still as ragged as ever, but his complexion was much healthier than when he was on the train, as if he had eaten several good meals.

"Good morning," he said, "please put your textbooks back in your bags. Today is a practical lesson. All you need is your wand."

The Ravenclaws put their textbooks away and exchanged a few curious glances with each other.