Eren didn't rush to purify the energy of the spiders' souls, he thought of the scars on Luna's hands, frowned, went to the storage room, took out some Mithril, and he was going to prepare a small gift for Luna, who was injured by him.

He pulled a piece of parchment and quickly scribbled a few lines, summoned Benny, and watched Benny disappear into the darkness.

Alan took out a delicate small stove and put Mithril into it, he lit the small silver stove with his wand, through the carved patterns under the furnace, he could see the purple fire flickering and jumping, and gradually, those solid Mithril melted into liquid little by little, and slowly rotated in a clockwise direction in the furnace.

By the time Benny flew back again, the Mithril had completely melted into liquid.

Alan removed a small waist pack from Benny's feet, looked at the gray and abrupt appearance, pursed his lips, and opened the letter that came with the package first.

"Dear Alan,

Due to the rush of time, I couldn't get the suitcase you described, but at the Magical Beasts Management and Control Division, I only found a small fanny pack with a similar function. Notes: Although the space is not as large as that suitcase, a few dragons can still fit perfectly. In addition, I have ordered two additional fanny packs that are expected to arrive in two weeks, dear nephew, even if you are eccentric, it can't be too obvious.

- Love your Aunt Josephine"

Putting Aunt Josephine's letter aside, he bluntly opened the small fanny pack to observe, a pet space that functioned like Newt Scarman's suitcase. From the outside, it is very small and unremarkable, but it is cast with an extremely clever Traceless Stretching Charm, combined with some more complex spells, forming a suitable space for pets to survive and carry around.

In Allen's memory, the wizard who made the suitcase was undoubtedly a master of making strange things, but the style was too practical and did not consider the aesthetics, Luna herself often made some alternative trinkets, but obviously not the kind of thing that had no aura, if Luna appeared in front of everyone with such an ugly box, Alan was really unacceptable, but he never thought that even if it was not a box, the waist bag used as a pet space would be just as ugly, and these prepared Mithril were just the right use.

With a wave of his wand, he threw the little fanny pack into the small furnace as well, gradually melting with the Mithril.

At the same time, he wrote and drew on parchment, and soon a drawing was designed.

Alan compared the drawings he designed, slowly solidified the Mithril that fused together, and finally added a lot of carvings to the ugly fanny pack, and finally changed the color scheme to make the fanny pack look like the raven on the Ravenclaw school crest, the only difference was that the bad taste added a third eye to the raven.

Satisfied, she placed her small fanny pack on the writing desk, hoping that this small gift would soothe her pain and make the smile reappear on her face.

The next morning, Alan waited in the common room, and when Luna came out of the dormitory, she saw Alan full of energy and a smile on his face.

"You have good news for me. Luna's voice was brisk, and she pulled Alan to walk briskly outside.

"Yes. Alan smiled and showed Luna his remade raven fanny pack.

"What's the use of it?" Luna poked her head inquisitively.

Alan hurriedly introduced the function of the fanny pack to Luna in detail.

Thinking of Drogon, who had been fostered in the Harris family's dragon farm for several months, and the Hungarian tree bee that had not yet been in close contact, Luna nodded softly.

Glancing at Luna's thickly bandaged hands, Alan handed the small fanny pack forward.

Before Eren could speak, Luna opened her arms, and Eren leaned over and fastened the raven's waist around Luna's waist.

When Alan got up, he accidentally rubbed a soft spot, and Alan who was about to apologize found that Luna didn't care, she just lowered her head slightly and looked down at the raven's three eyes: "Many wizards--- including mysterious people, are very superstitious about the number 7, thinking that it has special magic, but obviously you prefer the number 3." ”

Alan's ears turned red instantly, and he said that it was time to go to breakfast.

They walked up the steps to the foyer and into the auditorium.

Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, baked potatoes and other foods were full, and Alan thoughtfully pulled out a chair for Luna, and then based on his usual observations of Luna, he picked out many foods for Luna that Luna liked to eat on weekdays.

Luna watched Alan's movements, raised her eyes slightly, and sat quietly in her position without holding the knife and fork.

Alan cut the apple pudding into boxy pieces with a knife, forked it with a fork, and gently fed it to Luna.

"It's really hypocritical, and I want Alan to feed her. At the Slytherin table, Malfoy craned his chin as Alan looked at Luna with thoughtfulness.

"You're right, ugly people are weird. Pansy picks up a small veal steak and feeds it to Malfoy's mouth.

"Her fingers are all swollen, and she must be stiff and disobedient, and it will be very difficult to use the knife and fork. It's normal for Alan to help her. Hermione, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table, unconsciously poked the baked potatoes on her plate with her fork, poking them into shreds, and she even had the idea of why it wasn't she who was hurt.

After feeding Luna, Alan poked a baked potato with the tip of his fork, and at that moment, a man strode in from the foyer, wearing an H94 uniform, and scanned the auditorium with great vigour, and then, under the curious eyes of the young wizards, walked quickly to the Ravenclaw table and stood in front of Alan.

"Mr. Alan Harris, someone said that he had turned himself in to the Auror office according to your explanation, and said that he wanted to apologize to Miss Luna Lovegood in person, I wonder if you and Miss Luna have time at this time, can you move and give him a chance?"

The young Auror has a good image and temperament, and is well suited for this kind of role that requires a public appearance.

Alan looked at Luna, who nodded.

The two followed the young Auror to a small classroom on the first floor.

Ignoring the Aurors who had reported the situation outside the door, Alan and Luna sat down on chairs in the center of the classroom, waiting for the man to turn himself in.

Seeing Luna's frowning brow slightly from the occasional injury due to the range of movements, Alan said worriedly: "I should insist that my mother bandage you, Madam Pomfrey always deliberately leaves some pain on her students, she thinks that this way they can remember the lesson, and next time she will be careful so that she will not be hurt again." ”

"It's not your fault, you've been unhappy for the past few days because of this?" Luna's silver-gray eyes looked at Alan's face.

"You just have to smile. Alan whispered, "So I'll be happy."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Alan and Luna looked up at the door at the same time.

An old man with sparse white hair and wrinkled face, unable to close his mouth because he had lost a lot of teeth in his mouth, and drooling constantly, walked in with a staggering walk on a cane.

Coming back from her shock, Alan turned to look at Luna—and she finally smiled as usual, noticing Alan's gaze.