In the dark, Alan and his party continued to drag Harry, who was lying on the floating dish, into the iron fence gate on the periphery of Hogwarts Castle.

Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, was standing in the open space outside the fence gate, facing a piece of parchment, checking the list of students. Behind him, several tall, armed Aurors watched Professor Flitvier warily to see if he was checking every wizard who walked into Hogwarts.

"Name?" Professor Flitwick asked, looking at the approaching Alan, but then explained to the confused Alan, "I'm sorry, Alan, but this is a request from the Ministry of Magic to check the name of every wizard who walks into Hogwarts. Everyone has to put their name on it, and no one is exempt. ”

"I'm sorry, Professor Harris, it's a rule......" A young armed Auror recognized Allen, and although he apologized repeatedly, he still allowed Allen and his party to complete the rule.

"Wait! That's Harry Potter, what's wrong with him?" Professor Flitwick asked, looking at Harry, who was lying on the float disc with a pained look on his face and could barely speak. As one of the more caring students in Hogwarts professors, he couldn't help but be a little shocked to find out Harry's tragic situation.

Harry, who was in pain and unable to speak, and desperate for relief, pointed to his lower abdomen three inches down, and Professor Flitwick hurriedly stepped forward and reached for Harry's injured position.

Harry was a little shy, a little hesitant between his eyebrows, and for a moment he was a little overwhelmed. Suddenly, Harry turned his head to see the mad girl pull out her camera and point it at him, which made Harry's face flush.

The sound of the camera shutter pressing "click" keeps ringing. Hermione's lips pursed tightly, just like Professor McGonagall did in class, she took a step forward, "Luna, we should respect ......" before she could finish her words, she was stopped by a somewhat gloating Allen.

"That's fine, teach him a lesson, and next time Harry will be more cautious before taking the plunge. Alan had come up with a reason for his wit and knowledge of Miss Jack-of-all-trades, and had succeeded in conjuring Hermione to the reckless things Harry had done. Hermione glanced apologetically at Harry lying on the float disk, no longer stopping Luna from taking pictures.

Seeing this, Harry reached out in vain to try to block Professor Flitwick, but because he was in so much pain, he couldn't exert any strength in his hand, and Professor Flitwick flicked it aside. Then, Professor Flitwick directly opened his pants and looked at him for a while, and judging the extent of Harry's injury, he drew his wand and pressed it against Harry's injured part: "Mr. Potter, don't worry, it's just a skin injury, I can heal it soon." ”

Professor Flitwick's wand moved slowly against Harry's wound, Harry grinning and his face even more hideous. But then, Harry let out a long breath and soothed it, and the feeling of being cool after the wand had been touched made him even feel a little nostalgic.

"Okay, no problem, just what's going on?" The indescribable location of the injury made Professor Flitwick wonder what had happened to Harry.

"I found Harry while I was touring the Hogwarts Express, and I don't know what happened to him. Alan spread his hands.

Harry was also very embarrassed to tell the professor that he was suspicious of a Slytherin girl, and went to spy on her, only to be found and put down and kicked by the other party! ”

Fortunately, everyone present had no intention of continuing to investigate, and there must be something unspeakable about Harry's words.

"Okay, but you'll have to hurry, the feast is about to begin. Flitwick let go of Harry, turned his head to Allen, and then he approached the iron fence, holding his wand in one hand and spreading it out in the other, and after whispering a spell, all the iron fences surrounding the school began to flash with a transparent blue light, and Hogwarts' magical defense system was activated by the head of Ravenclaw.

The crowd began to move on towards the castle.

"No, you old Squib! I'm from the Sacred Twenty-Eight, you can't just open the luggage of a pure-blood young lady!" Pancy Parkinson looked a little fiercely resisting from the place where the students' luggage was stacked around the corner, and she was seen holding her bag tightly to prevent Filch, the administrator next to her, from touching it.

"I think I can, Miss Pansy Parkinson! You can't refuse, it's a uniform request of Hogwarts, now, open your luggage!" Filch, who was sarcastically said that he cared most about things in his heart, looked even more gloomy, and he stepped forward and said strongly.

Behind Filch was Mr. Skillful Hands, the same color as Mrs. Loris's dark gray fur, and behind Filch, three tentacles reached out to three different luggage, and the three bulging eyes examined the contents of each of them.

"It's alright, Filch, I can vouch for Pansy. Professor Snape stood beside Pansy. The voice is low, but it can't be refused.

"Professor Snape, this is Dumbledore's order, and no one is exempt. Although Filch was habitually a little afraid of the professor, but this time he did not intend to obey, Filch took a few steps forward on crutches, his gloomy gaze passed over Pansy, looked behind her, his wrinkled old face suddenly pulled out a smile, and then waved his hand at Pansy, "Forget it, you go in first." ”

Clutching her large backpack, Pansy's gaze met Harry's eyes as he glared at her. Seeing Harry standing there in good shape, looking unharmed, Pansy pursed her lips and snorted coldly, but then saw Alan walking behind, she panicked, and followed Snape with her luggage and left first.

Filch quickly greeted Alan and his party on crutches, and thanked Alan with a smile that was even more flattering than when he faced Umbridge last year, and his voice even had a hint of a whimper, "Professor Harris, thank you for sending Mr. Skillful Hand, it is very useful and relieves me of endless cleaning work." ”

In fact, for Filch, Mr. Skillful Hands sent by Alan is of course very practical, but what is more touching to him is that over the years, he has seen many wizards, but whether he is pure-blood, Muggle, or half-blood, only Alan makes him feel respected, Filch pointed in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower, "Professor, I haven't opened your luggage with Miss Granger or Miss Lovegood, and I have already sent you to the room in advance." ”

"Thank you, Argus, and welcome to speak with me whenever you have free time. There are many ways for your profession to experiment with Mr. Skillful's features. In the process of use, you can pay more attention, and it is best to give me some advice, which will help the development of Mr. Skill. Alan smiled softly at Filch, "You can also try to use it to help Mrs. Irmapins and see if you can help her clean up the library..."

Allen's final tease made the Squib Administrator blush, but for the first time, he felt that he was entrusted with other trivial tasks such as cleaning, and he was busy saying, "Professor Harris, don't worry, I will be more careful." ”

In fact, Allen, as the person in power, did not really want to gather Filch's opinion. As for improving the functions of Mr. Skillful, the umbrella company naturally has a professional team to conduct research, and the reason why he said this is just to let Filch communicate with people more, and he has some ambiguity with Mrs. Pacing. The similarity between her and Filch is that they both hate ordinary students so much. It's just that Filch is jealous that the students can do magic, and Mrs. Pince just doesn't want the students to touch her precious books. However, their relationship has never progressed, it has not been clear, and Mrs. Pince, who was taken care of by the other party in the lower grades, wants to push them to make Filch more proactive.

Saying goodbye to the caretaker who still needed to continue to check the salute, in the dark night, Alan's hurried footsteps broke the silence, and the castle was brightly lit not far away, and Harry, who had been silent, saw that there was no professor around, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What did you say Pansy Parkinson's bag didn't want others to see?"

"Harry, I think you should be looking for something else, maybe Pansy has some personal belongings in her bag? I don't think any girl would want to show Filch these things. Hermione's tone was a little helpless, she knew that Harry was planning to spread his suspicions again.

"Hermione, I have to stress to you again, I suspect that Pansy Parkinson may really have a problem, didn't we follow her and Lucius Malfoy when we were in Diagon Alley before?

"It's a little suspicious, but isn't it normal for someone like them to visit a store like this, Harry?" Hermione disagreed, "Besides, from what I know about the dark arts, I think they themselves are misunderstood by many wizards, even those small spells that can affect your mind to a certain extent, as long as you don't indulge in them, it's not a bad thing to learn about them properly." Harry, you should have taken Allen's new class this semester, and this knowledge is what will really help you. ”

"I just thought so, I don't know, but she must have some plans, and I think we should take it seriously, her father was a Death Eater during the first war, and he escaped punishment with the reason of the Imperius Curse. Coupled with the fact that she's been acting very strangely lately, like just now, obviously trying to avoid Alan, I suspect that Parkinson is afraid that the secret in her mind will be discovered by Alan......!

"No way, she's just a little girl, how could the mysterious man need her to do anything for him...... Wait! You say she's ruthless...... You were injured because of Pansy?" Hermione sensed her friend's subtext, and she began to wonder if it was because Harry thought Pansy Parkinson had gone to tip over the alley suspiciously, so he rashly followed him on the train and was injured by Pansy when he was discovered.

"Yes, I was hurt by Parkinson's, but you can't deny that she was very suspicious. Harry emphasized, half embarrassed, half annoyed.

"She's been doing something strange lately...... But Harry, judging a person is better off not taking personal emotions with him. Hermione shook her head disapprovingly, "You can observe more, but don't make judgments without enough information, and then use your hypothetical judgments to look at her actions...... Also, the next time you're going to take an adventure, it's a good idea to think about your strengths...... I mean, if you can easily take down Pansy when you face her......"

"I'll attend Allen's class!" Harry's face was a little embarrassed, but he also clearly realized the gap in strength between himself and the members of the training class after this incident, Harry, who had some hesitation because of the conversation with Dumbledore, had already made up his mind to participate in Allen's course to improve his strength.

"Harry, I suggest you better go to Dumbledore and tell him everything you see and what you suspect, if there is any problem, I think Dumbledore can find out, and this kind of thing itself is a matter for the Headmaster to solve. Alan remained silent and didn't comment on Pansy Parkinson, just gave Harry a piece of advice.

"I will, if she really has any purpose, Dumbledore will find out something. Harry agreed with Alan's suggestion, and then he noticed Luna and Lady Gray, the ghost of the Ravenclaw House, who were also following them, and some of them tried to ask, "Luna...... ...... just photo"

"It's not going to be on 'Singing the Opposite'. Luna interrupted Harry's plea by smiling at Harry.