All things are three at Hogwarts

Allen was not in a hurry to purify the energy of the spiders' souls. He thought of the scars on Luna's hands, frowned, went to the storage room, and took out some mithril, which he prepared for Luna who was injured because of him. A small gift.

He pulled out a piece of parchment, quickly wrote a few lines, summoned Benny, and then watched Benny disappear into the darkness.

Allen took out an exquisite small stove and put the mithril into it. He lit the small silver stove with his wand. Through the engraved patterns on the ground of the stove, he could see the purple firelight flickering. Gradually, the solid mithril melted into liquid bit by bit, slowly rotating in the furnace in a clockwise direction.

When Benny flew back again, the mithril had completely melted into liquid.

Allen disassembled a small waist bag under Benny's feet, looked at the gray appearance, curled his lips, and first opened the letter that came with the package.

"Dear Ellen:

I was short on time and couldn't get hold of the kind of suitcase you describe, but at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures I only found a small fanny pack with a similar function. Note: Although the space is not as large as that kind of suitcase, it can still fit several dragons. In addition, I have ordered two additional fanny packs, which are expected to arrive in two weeks. Dear nephew, even if you are biased, don’t make it too obvious.

Love you Aunt Josephine”

Putting Aunt Josephine's letter aside, he simply opened the small fanny pack and observed that it was a pet space that functioned similarly to Newt Scamman's suitcase. From the outside, it looks very small and unremarkable, but it has been cast with extremely clever traceless stretching spells, and combined with some more complex spells, it forms a space suitable for pets to live in and can be carried around.

In Allen's memory, the wizard who made the suitcase was undoubtedly a master of making strange objects, but his style was too practical and did not consider aesthetics. Luna herself often made some offbeat trinkets, but they were obviously not that kind. It was a thing with no spirit in appearance. If Luna appeared in front of everyone with such an ugly box, it would be hard for Allen to accept it. However, he never expected that even if it was not a box, the pocket bag used as a pet space would be equally ugly. These prepared Mithril comes in handy.

He waved his magic wand and put the small pocket into the small furnace, gradually merging with the mithril.

At the same time, he wrote and drew on the parchment, and soon a drawing was designed.

Allen compared the drawings he designed and slowly solidified the fused mithril. Finally, he added a lot of carvings to this ugly waist bag. Finally, he changed the color to make the waist bag look like Ravenclaw. The only difference between the raven on Law's school emblem is that he added a third eye to the raven in a playful way.

Satisfied, she placed the small waist bag on the desk, hoping that this small gift could relieve her pain and bring a smile to her face again.

Early the next morning, Allen was waiting in the common room early. When Luna came out of the dormitory, she saw Allen who was full of energy and smiling.

"You have good news to tell me." Luna's voice was brisk and she pulled Allen out quickly.

"Yes." Allen smiled and showed Luna his remade raven belt bag.

"What's the use of it?" Luna poked her head over curiously.

Allen quickly introduced the functions of the fanny pack to Luna in detail.

Luna nodded softly as she thought of Drogon, who had been fostered at the Harris Family Dragon Farm for several months, and the Hungarian Horntail, which she had not yet had close contact with.

Glancing at Luna's thickly bandaged hands, Allen handed the small waist bag forward.

Before Allen could speak, Luna opened her arms. Allen leaned over and buckled the small raven bag around Luna's waist.

When Allen stood up, he accidentally touched a soft spot. Allen, who was about to apologize, found that Luna didn't care. She just lowered her head slightly and looked at the raven's three eyes: "Many wizards, including the mysterious man We are both very superstitious about the number 7 and think it has special magic, but obviously you prefer the number 3."

Allen's ears instantly turned red, and he hesitated and said it was time to go have breakfast.

They walked up the steps to the foyer and into the auditorium.

Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, baked potatoes and other foods were placed on the table. Alan thoughtfully pulled out a chair for Luna, and then based on his usual observations of Luna, he picked out many of Luna's favorite foods. food.

Luna looked at Allen's movements, raised her eyes slightly, did not take the knife and fork, and sat quietly in her seat.

Allen cut the apple pudding into square pieces with a knife, then forked it with a fork and fed it to Luna gently.

"It's so pretentious, asking Allen to feed her." On the long Slytherin table, Malfoy looked at Allen's thoughtfulness towards Luna and raised his chin.

"You're right, ugly people tend to cause mischief." Pansy picked up a piece of veal steak and fed it to Malfoy's mouth.

"Her fingers are all swollen. She must be so stiff that she can't control her movements. It will be very difficult to use a knife and fork. It's normal for Ellen to help her." Hermione, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table, stabbed the plate with her fork unconsciously. The roasted potatoes inside were smashed into pieces, and at this moment she even had the idea of ​​why she was not the one who was injured.

After feeding Luna, Allen poked a baked potato with the tip of his fork. At this moment, a man strode in from the foyer. He was wearing an h94 uniform. He glanced around the auditorium vigorously, and then Under the curious eyes of the little wizards, he quickly walked to the Ravenclaw table and stood in front of Allen.

"Mr. Alan Harris, someone said that he surrendered to the Auror office according to your instructions. He said that he wanted to apologize to Miss Luna Lovegood in person. I wonder if you and Miss Luna have time at this time. Can you Move over and give him a chance?"

This young Auror has a good image and temperament, and is very suitable for taking on a role that requires appearing in public.

Allen looked at Luna, who nodded.

The two followed the young Auror to a small classroom on the first floor.

Ignoring the Auror who came to report the situation outside the door, Allen and Luna sat on the chairs in the center of the classroom first, waiting for the person who surrendered.

Seeing Luna's frown occasionally due to the pain caused by the range of her movements, Allen said worriedly: "I should insist on letting mother bandage you. Madam Pomfrey will always deliberately leave some injuries to students. She I think this way they can remember the lesson and be more careful next time so they don’t get hurt again.”

"It's not your fault. Is this why you've been unhappy these past few days?" Luna's silver-grey eyes looked at Allen's face.

"You just need to smile." Allen said softly, "That will make me happy."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Allen and Luna looked up at the door at the same time.

An old man with sparse white hair and a wrinkled face, his mouth wide open because he had lost a lot of teeth, and drooling constantly, walked in hobblingly, leaning on a cane.

After recovering from the shock, Allen turned to look at Luna. After noticing Allen's gaze, she finally showed her usual smile.