All things are three at Hogwarts

Ron looked at Sirius walking away, then glanced at Harry, but hesitated to speak. In the end, he still did not express his suspicions about Allen.

"Next time we go to Hogsmeade, we can have fun." Ron played with the little owl in his hand and couldn't put it down.

Harry touched the parchment signed by Sirius and smiled again. It's so good to leave the Dursleys!

Alan didn't know that Sirius told Harry to stay away from his "bad boy".

What he is thinking about right now is how to organize the evening training camp!

Before he could figure it out, Professor Flitwick stood on a stack of thick magic books and waved to Allen, obviously having something to say.

"Professor Flitwick!" Allen quickly stepped forward and looked at his most respected teacher.

"Alan, have you thought about how tonight's training session will go?" Professor Flitwick asked with a smile.

"Professor, do you have any good suggestions?" Although Allen had some ideas in mind, Professor Flitwick's expression made it clear that he wanted to give him some advice.

"Look at our academy, classes are divided into different levels according to age. Why don't you divide the young wizards into different levels and teach them targeted content?" Professor Flitwick suggested.

Allen heard this and quickly thanked him.

Hierarchical teaching coincides with his idea.

The sun gradually set, shining on the Charms classroom with an unprecedented tenderness.

After having dinner in the auditorium, Alan and Penello hurried to the Charms classroom. They had to decorate the classroom before the little wizards arrived.

When the two of them were ready, the silver light of the moon shone on the magnificent Hogwarts Castle with an unprecedented tenderness.

When the moon saw them sitting side by side at a long table, it shone on their faces through the gap in the window.

"Alan, I didn't expect that our training camp would become an event that young wizards yearn for." Penello said softly, "Are you happy?"

"I'm glad, Penelo." Allen looked at Penelo.

At this time, Penello was very different from his previous capable and domineering look. Under the moonlight, he looked so charming.

She put her hands on her knees and rested her chin on one hand.

On her slightly raised legs, a black wizard's robe slipped down, and it could be clearly seen that her slender and strong legs were tightly wrapped with a pair of brown stockings of good quality, which shone beautifully. .

Her shoes and matching laces are unassuming, but surprisingly cute.

She wore a flaxen-colored delicate hair accessory on her head, which was unique in style and made her delicate face even more beautiful.

Penello looked happy, obviously enjoying such a quiet time. Her bright and twinkling eyes were glowing in the moonlight, and a healthy blush was rippling on her face.

She seemed to feel Allen's gaze, and looked back at Allen, her eyebrows raised slightly, and there was a strange expression on her forehead, so unique, but very beautiful.

She raised one hand nervously, as if she wanted to use this unconscious movement to grab something, or to cheer herself up.

"Alan, I will graduate this year." Penello's voice was a little melancholy, a little confused, and a little nervous.

"Graduation?" Allen repeated. He didn't understand. Why was she nervous? Is the female student body president of Hogwarts still worried about losing her job after graduation?

"Alan, what kind of job do you want me to do?" Penello asked, but from her focused eyes, Alan could indeed see that she attached great importance to his answer.

"I hope you don't have to worry about hard work, don't have to be wronged because of money, and I hope you won't bow down because of power. The most important thing is to do a job that interests you."

Allen said slowly while looking at Penello's thick golden hair.

He could not imagine that such a beautiful person in front of him would become gloomy and stained with the color of frost and snow under the temper of society.

An extremely complicated smile suddenly bloomed on Penello's beautiful face.

Allan was certain that signs of wisdom and determination were unmistakable.

He was curious, wondering what career Penello wanted to pursue after graduation! With this thought in mind, he also asked.

"Auror." Penello gave an answer that surprised Allen.

For Penello, as a Muggle-born child who wanted to gain a foothold in the magical world and gain status as quickly as possible, the fastest way was to become an Auror.

Allen saw her determination, "If this job makes you tired, you can end it at any time, and we will still be by your side."

The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly casting a silver glow, making the room feel warm and peaceful.

Penello suddenly turned around, her eyes sparkling, and she suddenly stretched out her hands to Allen, hugged his neck, and pressed her face against his chest, "Thank you, Allen."

Allen suddenly stiffened, and he felt the infinite friendship contained in the soft body in front of him.

For some reason, the young boy couldn't help but feel ecstatic. He was immersed in the girl's tenderness and in the pleasure he had never experienced before.

Under the moonlight, Allen's heart was agitated. He opened his arms and hugged Penello tightly to his chest. He felt the same restless heart.

When the whispers in his ears turned into panting, Allen finally saw what it meant to be beautiful, to breathe softly, to have warm and soft red lips, between the two of them, there was a smile and a warm smell.

Just when Allen was sinking deeper and deeper into despair, he heard the footsteps of more than one person coming from the corridor stairs.

Allen gently lifted Penello up and helped her straighten her long, messy hair: "Someone is here."

Penello looked out the door in confusion. After a while, he saw Edward, Michael, and several Hufflepuff classmates walking into the classroom.

Gradually, there are more and more people, and the time for the start of training is getting closer and closer.

Allen and Penello seemed to be fine, chatting and laughing with everyone.

Only in the occasional eye contact, and the occasional smile at each other, can a trace of lingering flavor be revealed.

When everyone arrived, Penello transformed into the neat and capable female student council leader and stood squarely on the podium, explaining the rules of the training camp and handing out training communication gold medals.

Allen looked at the beautiful and generous Penelo on the podium with admiration. He also had his own tasks to complete the grouping, and selected outstanding wizards as group leaders to be responsible for the training of the entire group.

"Everyone has been divided into groups. We usually need to unite and help each other. We will divide into groups to compete. The group with the fastest progress will receive a mysterious gift. As for the leader of the training team, this time it is only tentative. We will decide based on future performance. Then we’ll decide on the final candidate.”

Penello applies the carrot-and-stick rule to great perfection.