Of course Allen knew the one who rushed over, but his signature cheap smile in the past was gone, and combined with his shouting, it was conceivable that this time it was not a trivial trouble.

Thankfully, even in a hurry, the prefect hadn't lost his ability to tell, and soon Alan and Professor McGonagall had a rough idea from him as they walked.

Things are quite simple Huang He ran away with his sister-in-law, phew, no, the fat lady disappeared.

Who is the fat lady?

An oil painting of the Fat Lady as the figure, stuck firmly at the entrance to the Gryffindor Father's Common Room.

For hundreds of years, she has fulfilled her position as the guardian of Gryffindor, and she has been very conscientious, even if she occasionally has dinner with other people in oil paintings, she is in her frame, and she never leaves her post.

Her disappearance led to the homelessness of a group of Gryffindor students, but this little thing did not panic a prefect, and the important thing was that when the fat lady disappeared, her place of residence, the oil painting itself, had been torn into pieces.

This means that the immediate matter is not an elopement, but a case of injury, and it is a naked challenge to the Hogwarts order.

However, this is obviously not the time for Alan to draw conclusions (b), because there is not only Professor McGonagall beside him, but also Dumbledore, who has a white beard, at first Alan thought that his punishment had been revealed, but Professor McGonagall looked at him and obediently followed...

Dumbledore had come with them, and at this moment he had just glanced beyond his glasses and came to the conclusion: "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch at once, and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle." The prefects take care to maintain order and avoid chaos, then count the number of people, find out if there are any missing people, and if they do, immediately search the inside of the castle!"

But apparently the first one is useless, because someone has already come to announce the news at this moment, even if his attitude is not so good, but he still obediently sent the information that Dumbledore needs, it is Peeves.

His voice was extremely hoarse at the moment, but judging from the irrepressible joy on his face and the small dance steps under his feet, it was obvious that he was trying to hide the fact that he was excited with his voice, after all, as an elf born from mischief, he was in nature.

"You're going to be lucky!" Peeves' eyes were full of expressions that I knew everything.

So, Dumbledore calmly granted his wish, "What do you mean, Peeves?"

With just such a simple sentence, Peeves quickly confided the whole thing in his usual oily and smooth voice (which made Alan suspect that the previous tone had a deliberate effect on attracting attention):

"I'm sorry, Mr. Headmaster. I don't want to be seen. She made a mess. I saw her running past the landscape painting on the fifth floor, sir, hiding among the trees, crying and saying something terrible. Peeves happily finished speaking, and then felt that he seemed too excited, and added a comment dryly and emotionlessly: "Poor thing. ”

"Did she tell who did it?"

"Oh, that's it, Professor. Peeves said, as if he was holding a big bomb in his arms, but that didn't change the fact that he was obediently answering questions. "She wouldn't let him in, and he was very annoyed, you know. Peeves somersaulted in the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his own legs. "He's got a bad temper, Sirius Black. ”

So said the Sirius Black Peeves.

But his understatement really caused as much of a sensation among the students as dropping a big bomb.

The nerves that had been relaxed because they had not faced danger for a long time instantly tensed, and Alan could clearly hear the inhalation of the students around him, and he could also feel that his two arms were being pulled tightly from behind at the same time Hermione and Harry.

However, this situation quickly calmed Dumbledore, and he ordered all the Gryffindor students present to return to the Great Hall, asking the prefects to maintain order and tally the number, and asking the professors to inform the students of the other houses to go.

Such an orderly arrangement was quickly implemented, almost half an hour was useless, all the students had been pulled into the auditorium, not a single one was missed, and the professors also arrived in the auditorium, which gave the students a sufficient sense of security.

"The faculty and I are going to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore said to the students, as Professor McGonagall and Flitwick closed all the doors to the Great Hall, "for your own safety, I think you may have to spend the night here." I asked the prefects to stand guard at the entrance to the auditorium, and the boys and girls student council presidents remained in the auditorium and were in charge of managing it, and reported anything to me immediately. ”

Headmaster Dumbledore paused, and was about to leave the Great Hall, when he turned his head and said, "Oh, yes, you'll need it," and with a casual wave of his wand, the long tables flew to the edge of the Great Hall and stood against the wall, and with another wave, the floor was covered with purple sleeping bags. "Sleep well and don't worry. Professor Dumbledore said that he had slammed the door shut as he went out. The auditorium immediately resounded with an excited buzz: the Gryffindor students were busy telling the other students what had just happened.

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Alan wanted to roll his eyes abnormally, and the prefect was also human, why can't we sleep!

Forget it, stay up all night, although I know that Sirius can't do things, but I still have to put on a tired appearance.

Especially when Alan saw a few pairs of guys feeding dog food ready to drag the sleeping bag to the corner, he was in a worse mood, so he quickly pulled people to start a small meeting, and as he expected, his agreement about men and women sleeping separately was approved by almost everyone.

Of course, there are a few prefects who are also non-single dogs, but they can't stand it, they can't sleep and have to keep vigil!

So, the people who were originally happily taking sleeping bags and really ready to look for a corner suddenly found that the prefects who managed their own colleges had changed (in order to prevent the problem of favors, they discussed the choice to change the management) The newcomers shouted to the crowd with an excited face: "Over there, hey, it's just you! What do you want to do? Obediently arrange according to the area, men on the left and women on the right, if you don't want to register your name, we will go to the dean's side to apply for you!"

Suddenly, chickens and dogs jumped in the auditorium, and a group of prefects who had to keep vigil were in a good mood in an instant.

The only question is how many of them have won the same prize on both sides?