It was calculated.

Alan realized the problem when Fred said that.

"Where is it? has anyone seen it?" asked Alan, completely oblivious to the disrupted dance scene and began to whisper.

Before anyone could respond, Dumbledore's voice rang out, "What's wrong, Alan?"

"I'm afraid it's not simply a matter of what's wrong, it's that we're in crisis, Headmaster—" Allen smiled wryly, "I found out that Mr. Filch had been impersonated, and as far as I knew before the prom began—Zhang Qiu was stopped by Mr. Filch for a period of cleaning. ”

The audience was dumbfounded, and the ball was completely stopped by Alan's words - in this case, how could anyone have such a big heart to dance?

The crowd began to turn heads, not to mention the students of Hogwarts itself, and even the people from the three schools who had come from afar began to form small groups and discuss what was happening.

"All the students, stop what you do and line up in front of the prefects of their respective grades, except for the fifth-year prefects who help light the numbers, the rest of the prefects work in pairs and start probing Harry and their traces in the school - Alan, you take us to Filch's office, we need to check it out. Professor McGonagall quickly stepped forward, arranged all the students, and began to gather the ghosts of the castle to begin patrolling.

As for Dumbledore, he began to communicate with the rest of the headmasters and professors in a low and rapid voice - it could be seen that although Dumbledore was a little anxious about Harry's disappearance, he did not lose his mind because of this.

Alan and the others soon returned to Filch's office, but found almost nothing—the reason for this is that Lady Loris had successfully returned to lead the way for everyone after Allen's return.

Utility Room - where Mr. Filch keeps his cleaning tools.

A place where even the most mischievous students would not run into during an expedition - the tools there were soaked in their sweat, and everyone punished for their labor would use them to clean some corner of the castle until it was clean enough to pass Mr. Filch's inspection.

As a result, no one would run over to reminisce about the past at the risk of cleaning again, and Mr. Filch, as the caretaker, would not have the audacity of a house-elf to touch his tools.

It had become a natural forbidden place, and Mr. Filch was imprisoned in a large box inside, constantly providing the pretenders with the materials they needed for the Polyjuice Potion - and the lack of classes at all made the time constraints for such things as Polyjuice Potion a floating cloud on Mr. Filch's side.

There are always places that cannot be prevented.

I don't know if the other party calculated it from the beginning, or if he forcibly changed his plan in a hurry after the death of Wormtail, in short, there is no doubt that they succeeded.

Mr. Filch, as an administrator, has been in and out of the campus many times, and he is a Muggle himself, so it is very easy to be recruited under the sneak attack of the other party.

And the subsequent sneak attack on Zhang Qiu made no one able to prevent it - everyone knew that Mr. Filch liked to let the erring students stay and finish the cleaning.

As for the final pretending to be Zhang Qiu to take people out, Alan could only say that he admired the courage of the other party for the fact that the only loophole was caught by the other party - whoever was, even if Dumbledore was here, would not disturb them in the whispering after the two young men's ball.

Professor Snape was the only one who could knock people out of the bushes - but Professor Snape was still in the room before Alan went in to interrupt the ball, so there was no way to disturb the young couple's existence.

Alan watched Mr. Filch being carried out of the box and counted the other party's routine, but there was no panic in his heart.

The reason was simple, he could already sense what was happening to Harry from afar at the moment - he had given Harry a rather dangerous object in his hand to smash it when it was dangerous, and now it had been completely triggered.

It's just that Harry is busy with the battle at the moment, which makes the perception of the picture extremely blurry, so that he can't even figure out Harry's location for a while, and can only rely on the picture in front of him from time to time to guess the place of the battle, so that he can rush over in time and let the follow-up things be determined.

"Recover!" Dumbledore's wand lit Filch's chest as Ellen took care of it, causing Mr. Filch to feel slightly in the box.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster—" Mr. Filch said stiffly, not giving any favorable information other than apologizing.

Just as Dumbledore was ordering someone to call Madam Pomfrey, a student came running anxiously, panting and shouting at Dumbledore with an anxious expression: "Headmaster, phew, Professor McGonagall asked me to inform you that we found unconscious Zhang Qiu in an empty classroom, and she told us that she was attacked by Mr. Filch!"

Alan's speculation was all true—but it didn't help at the moment.

But it wasn't all that bad, because in Eren's perception, Harry's environment had already had an outline.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Voldemort's father's old house - although Alan had long since forgotten the names of the streets, he was certain that there would never be the sea near Riddle's House.

It turns out - Voldemort not only dared to kill his father, but even the grave...

——

A quarter of an hour before everyone at Hogwarts was busy looking for Harry, Harry was still walking away from the ball with a happy face.

Although he encountered some small problems today, but the newly dressed Autumn made him completely forget the unhappiness just now, in the autumn as if looking at the treasure, Harry happily danced a few songs, and then the two gradually turned out of the center of the venue with a tacit understanding, and quietly sneaked out of the dance party without the people around them noticing.

The bushes of Hogwarts were decorated with various means by the industrious elves, but the light sources were not enough to dispel all the shadows, and the two barely hesitated to enter the shadow-enclosed position, and walked further and further down the uninhabited path.

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