Good evening is a more nonsense greeting, because no one will answer a bad sentence, and its meaning is even worse than eating this same nonsense nonsense, but at this moment, it is not at all, but it is a little weird.

After all, the current situation was that Lupin had seized everyone's wands, and the famous murderer, Mr. Sirius, was in the room at the moment, and according to normal logic, Mr. Sirius, who had lost his wand, should have been captured by Lupin and given to the Dementors - unfortunately, Professor Lupin did not seem to have this intention.

Instead, he should look at his old friend who he mistook for a betrayer with a scrutinizing gaze, and let go of his suspicions—but alas, at this point, Eren intervened.

This is even more heart-stopping than playing Baixue at the moment of the meeting of good friends, because Allen's strength has been extremely outstanding in many classes, and Professor Lupin knows this very well, so he immediately thought about Allen's wand, but unfortunately what made him wonder was that Allen had no desire to attack at all, and he didn't even pull out his wand.

After thinking about it, he looked at Allen with a hint of surprise and a hint of relief in his tone: "So, kid, are you interested in listening to this story?"

"Feel free to do so, I'm here for the safety of those two imps - besides, I hope you can hurry, Hermione is not in a good state of mind, I'm afraid I don't have much time to listen to too long stories. Alan helped Hermione down, and with a wave of his palm, the poor broken leg of the hapless boy Ron recovered quickly from the restorative spell, and the abrasions on Harry's body were made intact by the magic.

He pulled the cushion out of his pocket and sat Hermione down, his slow movement showing that he had absolute confidence in the situation.

"Alan, you're crazy, that's a murderer!" Ron suddenly yelled at Alan, trying to remind him of the current scene, and Harry unconsciously leaned closer to Eren - although he was still a little confused, he was relieved at the moment.

Allen's obsessive confidence apparently surprised Sirius, but he quickly turned his attention to Lupin.

"So, you believe me?" he glared at Lupin, his face full of incredulity - he hadn't imagined since he had escaped from prison that he would still be trusted by his former friends, and the satisfaction made him even wonder what to say for a moment.

"For the sake of you still not making a direct move with your wand, I'll give you an explanation, I still can't believe that you betrayed James, Blake, tell me, what are you here for?" Lupin's wand was still firmly pointed at Blake - obviously, he needed an answer.

If it weren't for Sirius, who had previously held his wand, had not moved against any of Harry, it would have been a death curse on his wand at this moment.

Blake pointed to Ron's pocket - at the moment, the grizzled Pudding and Crook Hill were staring at Ron's pocket in the corner, and they didn't attack, if Blake hadn't pointed at Ron, Alan wouldn't have noticed.

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This scene made Allen's eggs hurt unusually - Crookshan, Pudding, what kind of mess are you making, are cats nosy with rats?

Although there was something wrong, he immediately summoned this fat orange - I don't know what it was, maybe the magic world has eaten too much food, and he is so fat, but his body is still very flexible.

"Pudding, bring that rat in your mouth!" Alan casually ordered.

Ron didn't react for a moment, a fat ball had already run over him, and then with a stabbing thud, his pocket was torn open with a large hole.

With a terrible scream, the fat ball was already running towards Alan with squeaky spots.

"N-Spotted!"

Ron's cry was filled with desperation, but unfortunately to no avail.

Alan touched the pudding, easily pulled the mouse out of its mouth, pinched it with one hand, and then looked at it with disgust, his arm was rounded, and he smashed it down towards the ground next to him.

"Oh! no!"

Allen's wrestling method is not the kind of wrestling at all, but a smashing method that can smash a mouse half to death - if it is really an ordinary mouse.

Unfortunately, it didn't, it just let out a scream and tried to run away.

But this was obviously impossible, for as soon as it moved, Pudding quickly held it down, and then ran back with it in his mouth.

"Well, I was a little suspicious when Pudding came here, but now it's clear that it's the person you're looking for. Alan touched Pudding's head, half-squatted down, and said in a rather gentle tone: "Make a choice, sir, I thought about it carefully, I don't seem to be able to restore the spell, will I be killed by me in the state of a mouse, or obediently change back to its original form?"

He said it as if he were eating macaroni or pasta for dinner, and it was completely a negotiating tone.

Professor Lupin and their pair of friends are grinding and chirping, he still has important matters, and he doesn't have so much time to listen to them show their love - even if it's true love, in the end, Professor Lupin hasn't betrayed the organization?

Uh-wait, it looks like he's out of the group, he's been single for too long, and he's used to it...

It's a pity that his kind words and persuasion were not listened to at all, Spotted was still pretending not to understand, Ron was full of worry, and his tone was still unstoppable, completely ignored by Allen, as for Harry, he was even more confused now.

What's going on - Alan mutters to himself at a mouse, Professor Lupin's face is full of frenzy and excitement, and Sirius, the biggest enemy, has relief written on his face - could it be that Allen has been tricked?

The next moment, Lupin and Blake hugged each other tightly, their faces full of smiles from their long-lost friends, and he suddenly saw Hermione's wand - if Sirius was given a blow at this time, then his revenge could undoubtedly be avenged.

But Harry's mind was full of doubts - if Sirius was really here to take revenge, then why didn't he do it for so long?

He was full of question marks at the moment, and he didn't know what to do, but in the end he chose to believe Eren and Lupin - since Eren didn't attack from the beginning, then he must have discovered something, and he just had to wait silently.

However, he is not the only one who has the power to decide, because no one is always the protagonist in the drama of life.

As an extremely cold voice sounded, the attention of everyone present was attracted.

"Well, Dumbledore was wrong—he was convinced that you were a tame werewolf. Professor Snape gasped, apparently he had gone on a long run - apparently he had spotted Harry's trails and had chased after them.

No way, in the academy, he can be considered a person who cares about Harry's level, and he can be in the top three.

At this moment, his wand was pointed straight at Lupin's back, and it was clear that the victory was in his hands.