"Not only did Alan get Hermione to inform us in time, but he also managed to stop them without making things worse, and I think I could add fifty points to Ravenclaw. ”

Professor McGonagall looked at Alan and secretly admired that Gryffindor had such a steady and excellent little wizard.

Professor McGonagall's gaze slid to Hermione, "And Hermione, who made it to the Three Broomsticks in time to inform us of the matter simply and clearly, adding ten points to Gryffindor. ”

Hermione's face turned red, and when she looked up and saw Alan's gentle smile at her, the little regret she had felt at not being able to walk through Hogsmeade with Eren had vanished without a trace.

When the excited young wizards returned from Hogsmeade to have dinner in the Great Hall, word of the story quickly spread.

Alan's magic spell subdued a group of Slytherins.

Everyone was amazed by Allen's strength, and they couldn't help but be shocked by Slytherin's unscrupulous means.

If it weren't for Allen, Slytherin would have eliminated the Seekers from both houses at once.

Knowing what had happened, and witnessing the injury on Cho's wrist, Roger was indignant and picked up his magic robe to settle accounts with the Slytherins.

Until he learns that Marcus and the others have been called away by Filch.

Marcus and their Christmas holidays are in ruins, and they have to help Filch clean all the bathrooms and classrooms at the school, and they can't use magic.

"Well deserved!" Roger glanced contemptuously in Slytherin's direction and sat down beside Allen.

At the Slytherin table, the atmosphere was stagnant. Slytherin is certainly ambitious, and of course will resort to some intrigues in order to succeed, but such shoddy means are simply a shame for Slytherin.

Malfoy's face was pale, and he pulled the food on his plate with his fork, and finally stood up and walked out of the auditorium.

It was like a signal, and all the Slytherins stood up in silence and followed Malfoy's trail.

"Malfoy has become their leader!" said Roger, who didn't have any crush on Slytherin right now.

Alan smiled and looked thoughtfully at the empty Slytherin table.

Gryffindor's captain, Wood, was stunned when he didn't find Harry, and he screamed for Harry, drawing inquiring glances.

Everyone wondered if Harry had been poisoned by Slytherin, too, but he hadn't gone to Hogsmeade.

Could it be that he was injured and locked up in some empty classroom?

In that case, all but Slytherin will be wiped out.

Hermione stood up blankly, she knew that nothing had happened to Harry, but why hadn't he shown up in the Great Hall?

Hermione ran after Wood out of the auditorium.

The next day, the little wizards had no mind to pay attention to other things, and everyone was immersed in the joy of returning home from vacation.

On the Hogwarts Express, the young wizards were excitedly talking about the holiday schedule, using the time they had to use their wands to play, laugh and laugh to their heart's content.

There are also mischievous little wizards who detonate the dung eggs smuggled back from Hogsmeade, which are loudly reprimanded by Percy and Penelope.

Alan found an empty car at the back of the train and sat down, and with snowflakes flying outside the window, he opened a copy of the latest "Singing Contrarian" and found the recipes that Luna had said.

This book can be recommended to Mrs. Harris, she will definitely like it, and then everyone will be happy.

There was a sudden knock on the carriage door, could it be Penelope, who was patrolling so quickly?

Alan waved his wand casually, and the door was silently pulled open.

To Alan's surprise, it turned out to be Malfoy. He was alone, with Goyle and Crabbe nowhere to be seen.

Malfoy, who had been allowed to walk in, took the initiative to close the door of the carriage.

He sat opposite Allen, that look made Allen almost have the urge to go out of the door, he wouldn't be looking for himself to confess, right?

Alan thought in horror.

"Alan, thank you. Malfoy's tone paled a little.

Alan understood what he meant, "I want to thank you too." ”

"My status in Slytherin has risen. Malfoy had a complicated expression.

In a way, he is also a beneficiary of this.

"Congratulations!" Alan smiled.

The smile seemed to have a magical power, and the inexplicable anxiety in Malfoy's heart was soothed a lot.

"Anyway, I owe you one more time. Malfoy's brow returned to his haughty look, and he stood up and walked out the door.

"Neither Hermione nor I will tell. Alan said softly.

Malfoy's figure froze, and without looking back, he walked out the door.

A fluttering "thank you" came to Allen's ears.

When Alan walked off the train with a salute, he saw her little sister Emily and Aunt Josephine!

"Ellen!" Emily also saw Ellen, like a cheerful bird, and pounced on Ellen's arms.

Alan stroked the little one's back with one hand, looked up, and greeted Aunt Josephine with a smile.

Josephine's cheeks were flushed in the snow, but Alan knew it wasn't due to the cold.

She had a rare gentle smile in her usually sharp blue eyes, and nodded at Allen.

On her head was a black hat with a wide brim, and the purple velvet flowers on it trembled in the cold wind.

"Ha, I'm so glad to see you again, Alan, you're so much taller than you were last time!" Aunt Josephine hugged Alan warmly.

As they stepped out of Platform 9, Alan was pleased to find his eldest brother, Albert, standing in front of a Honda car, smiling at him.

Albert opened the trunk of the little Honda and put Allen's salute inside.

Alan was in a trance for a while, when did wizards and Muggles get so good on each other that they actually used a car?

"This is the ministry's car, I'm on a mission, and the content of the mission must be kept secret. But that doesn't stop me from picking up my dear brother. ”

Albert looked happy and seemed very satisfied with his current assignment.

Alan was tempted to ask him what a good assignment was, but kept his mouth shut when he thought of the Ministry of Magic's secrecy regulations.

Aunt Josephine, who had entered the car, was still wearing her extraordinarily wide hat and sitting stiffly in the car.

Seeing Allen's gaze, she winked at Allen, "Although Muggle-invented cars are warm, I prefer Phantom Shapeshifters and Broomsticks. I've heard you're playing well in Quidditch, and Owen and I were both chasers. ”