All things are three at Hogwarts

Harry felt the blood rush to his face and neck.

"Oh, very funny," Hermione said sarcastically to Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls, who laughed harder than anyone else and who was the obvious instigator of the prank. "What a wit. "

Harry glanced at Hermione in surprise. He thought it was Ron who could step forward to help him, but Ron was standing against the wall with Dean and Seamus. He didn't smile, just looked on indifferently.

Harry's anger was so hot just now, but now his mood was so cold.

When faced with people with whom he was already at odds, Harry could tenaciously confront them no matter how provocative or arrogant they were. But being hurt unexpectedly by one of his own can really make him feel disheartened and heartbroken.

"Pansy, what are you doing?" Malfoy walked into the classroom holding a large glass jar. He first carefully placed the jar on the countertop, and then immediately noticed the two sides of the confrontation.

"Oh, you made the badge." Malfoy nodded with satisfaction when he saw the words of praise for Allen displayed on the green badge.

Then, he suddenly pounced on Pansy, stretched out his hand and struck at Pansy's chest. His attack was too strong and he accidentally knocked over the crucible in front of Pansy.

Pansy was a little embarrassed and stayed in place for a moment.

Malfoy grabbed the clothes on her chest and tore the badge vigorously: "Idiot, take off the badge quickly."

Pansy had a look of disbelief on her face, a rare look of grievance appeared on her usually proud face, and tears kept pouring out uncontrollably, "Didn't you say you wanted to make good friends with Allen?"

"But I didn't let you target Potter so obviously. Allen would be unhappy." Malfoy said what he was thinking unintentionally.

He coughed twice in embarrassment, "Now there are wizards from other schools living in the school. It is not appropriate for them to see the differences within our Hogwarts."

But after hearing what he said before, everyone's faces had an expression of "you have to believe it."

"You guys are really messing around and you didn't even discuss it with me." Malfoy complained uncomfortably as he looked at Pansy with tears in his eyes.

During dinner, Malfoy absentmindedly leaned against the pillar in the foyer and saw Allen walking slowly in the distance. His eyes lit up and he quickly greeted him.

"Alan, the badge thing was done by Pansy and Crabbe to please me, and I didn't know about it."

Malfoy's voice was eager, and he told the story in detail without waiting for Alan to ask.

Alan thought it was a bit funny that Malfoy was so anxious, but he still needed to be taught a lesson.

"Why do you think Pansy and the others did this?" Alan asked patiently.

"Because I used to hate Potter." Malfoy looked at Allen, "I still hate him now."

"You also took the badge off Pansy's clothes?" Alan confirmed to Malfoy.

Malfoy curled his lips, "I really didn't suggest this. They made their own decision."

Allen wanted to hold his forehead and sigh, but why didn't he see that this guy is usually very popular with girls, why is he so stupid!

"What do you think of Pansy's treatment of you?" Allen asked in a persuasive manner.

"That's good, but you really didn't follow my orders this time." Malfoy was still struggling, fearing that Allen would think he was disobedient.

"Although that girl Pansy is a little, um, willful," Allen originally wanted to say that she has a bad nature, but finally changed to a more euphemistic word, "but she is indeed wholeheartedly devoted to you, so don't let down her friendship. "

Malfoy turned his head in the direction of the Slytherin table, just in time to look Pansy in the eye.

Looking at Pansy's tearful eyes, the girl who had always been pampered actually looked a little pitiful at this moment.

Seeing this, Allen stopped talking, smiled, patted Malfoy on the shoulder, and walked towards Ravenclaw's long table.

After dinner, Allen wanted to return to the tower and continue his research on dementors.

As he passed the large window of the west tower, he spotted Luna, a person who definitely shouldn't be outside at this time.

Far ahead of her was the huge Hagrid.

Allen held onto the window sill with both hands, looked carefully, and found that Luna was holding the compact camera he gave her in her hand.

Allen instantly transformed into a phoenix, apparated, and arrived behind Luna.

"Luna, why are you following Hagrid?"

Ellen's appearance undoubtedly startled Luna, and she turned around quickly, her eyes widening.

She waved the camera in her hand, "You know, there are Acromantulas in the forest."

"That's not a good photographic subject." Allen smiled.

The Acromantula itself was not scary, but there were too many Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, and he was a little worried about Luna's safety.

"I captured two dementors in the tower. If you want, can you take a closer look?" Allen invited.

"Go back." Luna understood what Allen meant without Allen having to say anything.

It was early November, and as the night fell, mist gradually enveloped the sky and floated along the mountains in the distance.

The long ferns on the roadside kept curling around Luna's ankles. Allen took out his wand and cleared the ferns for her at any time.

Sometimes, as Alan walked close to her to clear the branches above her head, Luna could feel his arm brush against her shoulder.

Large tracts of heather cover the open space in the forest, and the bushes are intertwined. The branches and leaves are in various shapes, some are brown, some are golden, and some are golden yellow.

Luna stepped on the soft grass and walked in front, but her robe was too wide and too long, so she held it up with her hands. Allen followed behind, looking fascinated at the delicate skin exposed between her black robe and black short boots.

To the two of them, this quiet journey seemed both long and too short. For the dementors in the confinement room, they smelled the smell of food, which was full, full of joy, positivity, and happy emotions. It was their favorite, but at this moment, they could do nothing.

"They are really tricky. They don't look like living things. They don't have a full set of organs needed for a complete living thing, and they don't even have the reproductive organs needed to reproduce offspring. It's obvious that they can feel the killing curse working on them, and as a result, they After just a short meal, he continued to be lively and energetic again.”

Allen told Luna the process of his experiment in detail. At this time, his experiment was at a standstill. He needed to talk to someone and take the opportunity to sort out his thoughts again.