Smoothly returning to the Room of Requirement, Alan immediately took out the meditation basin. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

Several people rushed forward. Everyone was curious about Filch so stubbornly guarding the door of the library.

Alan poured Filch's memories into the meditation basin.

Memories flow into the meditation basin, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a liquid or a gas.

It was like a bright piece of silver, but it was constantly flowing, like the water rippling in the breeze, and like a cloud, spreading out and swirling softly.

Alan pulled out his wand and poked lightly at the memory in the basin, which spun faster.

"I was the first. Hermione was the first to step forward, desperate to see if Dumbledore had really done something behind it.

No one was robbing her, and everyone could sense Hermione's emotions and considerately let her check Filch's memories first.

Soon, Hermione returned from the meditation basin to the Room of Requirement.

Her face was rather ugly, and she looked very angry, but at the same time there was a sense of relief.

Penelope gave Hermione a strange look, then didn't hesitate to dive headlong into memory.

When Penelope returned with a hint of sarcasm, Luna blinked and plunged lightly into the meditation basin.

"He just doesn't want students to be exposed to dangerous knowledge. Luna who came out of the meditation basin looked at Hermione and said Penelo, explaining to Dumbledore.

Alan nodded, of course he knew that Dumbledore, the great white wizard, had no ill will towards him.

Either way, after reading it, make a conclusion. Alan has never been a person who is easily influenced by others.

Alan leaned over and came into contact with the silvery white memory, and he fell in a cold, pitch-black substance, as if sucked into a black vortex—

Filch stood in the hallway on the fourth floor, staring suspiciously at a statue of a guard.

The statue's armor rattled, and the red tassels on the hat kept shaking.

"Filch!" an old, kind voice suddenly sounded.

Alan saw Dumbledore slowly descend the stairs.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Filch bowed.

"Ah, that's naughty, Peeves! Come out!" Professor Dumbledore said to the statue of the guard that had suddenly stopped trembling.

Peeves suddenly rose into the air and grabbed the back of his head with his hand. ，

"Dumbledore, I was wrong!" said quickly, and Peeves slipped away as if he were running away.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "Peeves, it's hard to mess with, right?"

"Indeed, Dumbledore. But compared to Peeves, those little imps are tougher and more cunning. I suggest that the punishment at school be more detailed and harsh, and that you should agree to my application to use the whip. ”

Filch applied in earnest.

"Filch, you must know that whips are never allowed to be used on students. Dumbledore explained.

"I know these little ones are really naughty and cause you a lot of trouble in your work. In fact, Mrs. Pins has been annoyed lately, telling me that the ** area of the library has been turned over. Filch, did you see anything unusual during your night patrol?" Dumbledore asked, looking in the direction Peeves had left, seemingly casually.

"Mrs. Pince? must be some mischievous little imp. Filch paused, "I'll take a closer look at it and get him out." ”

Allen, who was watching from the sidelines, didn't miss the glint in Dumbledore's eyes—that is, a look of satisfaction.

The rest of the memory is mesaic, nothing more than that he was battling wits with some students.

However, Filch and the Headmaster met too often, and Dumbledore showed an unusual interest and enthusiasm for the library.

After a while, Filch never met Dumbledore again.

Alan noticed that at that time, Filch's Daily Prophet was prominently publishing a photo of himself in the Animagus.

Suddenly, Alan returned from the meditation basin to the room of requirement.

For a while, none of the four of them said anything.

"Professor Dumbledore is supposed to be well-intentioned, but I don't approve of his approach. He was too meddled in other people's lives. Hermione puffed out her cheeks, her eyes full of disappointment, "He wouldn't even allow Harry to move in with Sirius. ”

"Professor Dumbledore did this for a reason. Harry had his mother's protective magic in his body, and before he came of age, he had to make the home of those he was related to - his own, and only then would the spell take effect. ”

Ellen's explanation made Hermione suddenly realize, "It turns out that the professor is here to protect Harry!"

Allen's eyes flashed, "Hermione, there's actually a better way. If Harry can't move in with Sirius, then why not let Sirius move in Harry's neighborhood?"

Hermione slapped her face happily, why didn't she think of this?

"Don't worry, leave it to me! before I leave school, I'll go to Sirius and suggest that he live near Aunt Harry's house, so the problem will be solved. Alan said.

This was not a violation of his agreement with Dumbledore, he was influencing Sirius, not Harry!

Hermione's eyes sparkled, "Alan, you're so nice—"

Alan hurriedly rejected the good guy card that caught him off guard.

"While my advice takes care of Harry and Sirius' feelings compared to Dumbledore's decision, more importantly, I want to tell Dumbledore that he can't control everyone!"

This can be regarded as Allen's return to the Dumbledore** incident.

"There's another person, there's no real tribute!" said Ellen in return, and Alan remembered another person.

"Who is it?" asked Penelope with interest.

"The captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Marcus Flint, who wounded Cho Chang and Cedric. ”

Alan narrowed his eyes, hiding the fierce light in his eyes.

"Autumn and Cedric are together in a blessing in disguise. Penelope said.

"And Marcus Flint, he's graduating soon, and there's no one left to protect him!" Penelope's fingers wrapped around the chain on his wand, his voice dangerous.

"Marcus, Flint, do you want to pay back to him? Count me in! Although he doesn't dare to mess with the camp people now, he specializes in bullying young wizards who are neither in the camp nor pure-blood. ”

Hermione was indignant, and felt that if there was an opportunity to beat Marcus, she must not miss it. Even if you deduct points for this, you will not hesitate to do so.

"The camp is a very good organization, and I like to participate in the camp the most. Luna fiddled with her raven mask and whispered.

Luna would always say things that were out of place and embarrassing. But Alan felt that Luna's words moved him a little at this time.

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