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For example, when Alan gets the quest items he needs and tries to be a good baby, the door to the caretaker's lounge opens.

The two men who entered the door had faces that were difficult for even familiar people to distinguish—at the moment, there was a look of frustration on the two (?) faces of Allen—of course, their faces were surprised and then relieved when they spotted Allen.

Needless to say, everyone knows the person who walks through the door - the Weasley brothers.

Alan never thought that he would be able to see the first (?) time when this pair of cps fell in love and killed each other - what a strange feeling, why is it so dirty.

At this moment, Alan felt that this month's confinement was really not a problem, and he didn't know if it was a witness to history.

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Do you know what will make you instantly change from embarrassment to wave when you are most humiliated?

A good base (Ji) friend.

In this world, we have done many, many things with our friends that we don't want to think about, and then we look at each other and smile when we meet each other years later, and the dust covered by time on our memories and friendships is erased in an instant.

That's why many high school friendships are far deeper than college friendships -- it's the fifth iron in life -- and it's a two-way street.

Of course, to get down to business.

The twins, who were still downcast, went from worrying about what punishment they would receive when they saw Allen, and instantly became—"Yo, buddy, why did you come in too?"

Of course, under pressure from Filch behind them, they limited themselves to eye contact.

However, they soon learned what it meant to be a fandom.

After a reprimand, they were sent to wipe down an empty classroom.

However, probably because of some of Mr. Filch's business, he went elsewhere after he laid out his mission.

Of course, the work still has to be done, and the Overseer's name is Alan.

So, after Mr. Filch left, the twins began to persuade.

"Alan, I don't think you're going to sit idly by, are you?" said Fred, spreading his hands.

"That's right, this room is big enough for a Quidditch!" added George.

Alan is unmoved, his expression and movement strength are not enough, he is not qualified!

"Oh my God, Alan, can you bear to let us spend the weekend all on this amazingly large house?"

Hehe, accompany me for a day's work, you're right, I have to spend all of it today!

The twins only discovered a problem when they spoke - Alan had been punished for working a few days ago for overturning Slytherin by himself.

But at this moment, he actually said that he had spent all his life。。。。。。

This has the courage to talk about being short in front of the goblins。。。。。。

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In the end, seeing that Filch didn't come back for a long time, Allen, who seemed to be ready to let go of the matter, still helped the twin brothers - if he had done it in the first place, maybe even he would have to pay for it, considering that he still had to work for half a month, Alan decisively chose to let them do it first.

A clean up made it so easy to clean, and the whole classroom was cleaned in the midst of the twin brothers' muttering things like "You are so funny".

This meant not only the liberation of the twins, but also the liberation of Allen - the only thing to remember was not to be met by Professor Snape, who was still angry and might be a moth of something.

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Another night, and Allen, who refused to fall asleep, became the last person in the lounge to sit on the couch.

The fireplace flame turned a bright green with the Floo powder sprinkled in - and Alan was sure that this thing was definitely a one-way ticket, and not everyone could enter and leave the school without Dumbledore's permission.

However, it doesn't matter, he has returned to the city.

Waiting on the other side of the flame was a friend who had not been seen for a long time.

The owner of a second-hand bookstore.

"I say, young man," he was sleepy-eyed at the moment, and his pink puff-sleeved pajamas made him look harmless, even a little out of place—this thing was clearly not like an uncle. However, Alan didn't dare to underestimate him at all, and the wand on his body was placed in a convenient position - at this moment, he dug his nostrils with one hand, and said: "Your crow woke me up early in the morning and said that there was a big deal, I hope your trade is right because I haven't slept so late, ah~!" After speaking, he yawned.

Alan had a feeling that he had entrusted the wrong person to the shopkeeper, who looked touching in his means and dressed in another touching way, but he still stood firm in his judgment - no one could survive by opening a second-hand bookstore in Diagon Alley, where every inch of land was at a premium, and he knew a lot about this uncle selling prohibited items.

Alan slowly pulled out half of the bottle and placed it on top of a table that wasn't so dirty.

The boss was instantly intrigued by these trading items - he lowered his head and carefully observed the solution in the bottle, then opened the cap and smelled the smell, and the whole person woke up from his yawning state.

"The venom of the eight-eyed spider?" he asked himself, then nodded to confirm his judgment: "Good thing, there is a pint of such a bottle, it still looks fresh, Merlin is on it, this kind of thing is simply liquid gold!"

"Fifty Galleons a pint. Alan said slowly.

"What? What are you kidding, this treasure of fifty Galleons?" he was stunned, "So, it's not the right way?"

"When does fifty Galleons need to be brought on the road?" said Alan with a pout.

"That's it, it's time to come at fifty Galleons, little ghost, I was right last time, you're not the age you seem. The shopkeeper smiled too, "Well, it's four bottles, I'll pay you 200 Galleons, then, happy deal!" With a wave of his wand, a cloth bag flew out of the corner of the shop, and golden Galleons poured out of it.

"No, no, it should be 400 Galleons, and the remaining four bottles of Warlot will be delivered tomorrow. Alan struggled to smile purely.

"Interesting, little ghost. Slightly stunned, the shopkeeper laughed presumptuously, and a bunch of brand-new galleons fell: "Although it is not in accordance with the rules, but Lao Tzu is happy, take it, little ghost, I am waiting for your next day's mail bag here!"

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