Vol 2 Chapter 1287: ?Return

Looking at Filch, who was holding his headmaster’s desk, all the nasal blisters flowed out at this time. Alan frowned briefly. He took out a blue towel and immediately let it float in his hand. Steam came out.
Allen tested the temperature with the back of his finger, then fanned it to make it cooler, and then floated the warm wet towel in front of Filch under control.
Trembling and receiving the hot towel, Filch's sobbing became worse, and he couldn't speak.
With outsiders like Pansy present, Filch also felt that his gaffe was a bit embarrassing. He put a hot towel on his face, and felt the heat of the towel drive away the winter cold, and it also made him excited. Gradually relieved and calmed down.
"Argus, don't cry when you are in the temple. When you succeed, I will make you a magic wand myself..." Allen put aside the principal's desk, the mage's hand patted Filch's shoulder in the air, and then He said pleadingly to Anka, who was perching on the branch, "Anka, help me send Argus to the Ravenclaw Temple. Be lighter. He is an ordinary person... Come back and I will make you roast rabbit meat..."
Listening to Anka, who did not open his eyes in the first half, he grunted dissatisfiedly until he heard the roasted rabbit meat. It flew from the branch and directly grabbed Filch's shoulder, who wanted to thank him. The flame flashed, and he took it with him. Filch disappeared from the principal's room.
And when the flame was completely gone in the principal's room.
Allen stood up suddenly, stepped directly on his chair and then stood on the table. This sudden condescending made Pansy move back a few steps with the chair in shock. Pansy didn't understand why the other party suddenly made such an action that did not conform to her recognition of the "Principal" identity.
However, Allen ignored the shock in Pansy’s eyes for the time being. He walked over from the table, stepped on Filch’s chair and used it as a transit, and stepped back on the ground again. The robe on his body raised a lively arc.
With Pansy completely unable to understand what Ellen was smoking, the headmaster of Hogwarts stretched out his two pale and slender hands to Mrs. Filch’s sluggish cat. One hand picked up from under the armpit of Mrs. Lorice’s foreleg, one hand supported the back of its tail a little bit, so that the cat was curled up and hugged in his arms, and then turned around. The principal's desk sat back on his principal's chair.
Immediately, Allen flipped the part of the hair that had just been pinched by Filch, and cast a spell to treat Mrs. Lorice, who was only frightened but not injured. Seeing that Mrs. Lorris was okay, Allen relaxed, let the cat lie on his knees, began to touch its chin from behind its ears along the cheeks, and began to gently stroke the skinny cat.
Mrs. Lorris narrowed its bulging eyes that looked like Filch's bulbs, and made a gurgling sound obediently.
This Allen had the time to look at Pansy, and noticed Pansy's inexplicable look. He smiled: "Phoenix is ​​more jealous. I can't check whether it is injured in front of Anka."
"Oh? Oh! Oh..." Pansy sat in a chair blankly, looking at the wizard in front of him who had defeated the Dark Lord and was famous in the magic world and belonged to the most powerful wizard in the whole of Britain, so he stroked his knees quietly. That ugly janitor accomplice that no one likes in school. This is unimaginable for ordinary wizards, and it's really out of Pansy's surprise.
After thinking about Pansy, then I thought of Hermione Granger’s Animagus, the Lionhead and Helicopter, registered with the Ministry of Magic. Strictly speaking, it can be counted as a big cat, and she also raised an estimated length and width. She can’t help but gossiping in her heart: Could it be that he loves the house and Wudi because he likes Granger...
"Toads used to be popular among wizards, and now most of them like to raise owls. I have always liked cats without Hermione. This kind of small animal has grown in my aesthetic point in terms of appearance and temperament." Allen Pansy's gaze penetrated Pansy's thoughts and thoughts, which made Pansy remember the other's ability and was frightened once again, "Don't worry, I'm not so stingy. I can see through people's hearts, but I understand Lu... Luo. Ina... it's a gift and a burden... I can't care what everyone thinks, right?" Allen shrugged, "You were also curious just now why I would have one... for me no What kind of dumb gun is so concerned?"
"I didn't... uh, Principal Harris." Pansy tried to explain a little bit and then realized that her thoughts were invisible. She froze for a while and reorganized her language. "I'm just too dull to see through your actions. The wisdom behind..."
"It's normal that you can't see through or understand." The smile on Alan's face widened. "But there is no wisdom behind it... I only do it because I want to do it, just because of..."
Pansy was even more confused: "Huh?"
"Just like you think, don't say Filch to me, to you little wizards, in your opinion, he is also a trivial existence, his feelings, preferences, and loyalty to whom do you think it is fundamental to everyone? No effect?" Allen looked at Pansy, pressing the cat's chin back and forth with his index finger in one hand, and grabbing his drink cup with the other, taking a sip, "That's in your eyes... I know you Slytherin is right The true friends I recognize in my heart are not bad, but for others... according to the thinking of your Snake Academy, who can give me enough rewards... the rewards are big enough for me to do this?"
This made Pansy's eyes shrunk. As the heir of a pure-blood family, she understood Alan's meaning very well, and she was able to do Alan's work as a wizard... It can be seen from recent events, even Albus · Dumbledore has nothing worthy of his attention...
"So, I don't care about Filch that he is useful or useless to me. In fact, like most students, he and I were not happy in the first few years." Allen saw Pansy's expression Smiled with satisfaction, "But I don’t care about this, I do it, and I’m more willing to... my own will, I want to do it, and I can do it... I did some bad things... so I also need to do some good things as a means to balance my heart..." Allen's smile did not stop, but his eyes were a little sharper, "It's like I am willing to help the Parkinson's family now, and the Malfoy's family before... the only return I consider... I just like it...There are many dumb guns in this world, and there are many families like yours, but I think that the choice helps you. I can feel happy...or my sister can feel happy...that's the only reason...like some people realize With financial freedom, I am considered to have achieved freedom of movement initially?"
Pansy's cold sweat broke down, and she no longer had the sense of superiority that she had faced Filch just now.
"Principal Harris...Thank you for your willingness to help my father...I...I pray for your kindness..." Pansy seemed a little stuttered and lagging because of the difference from the usual dialogue mode, but this time she finally learned to be smart and stopped mentioning anything. It's a reward, because their family really doesn't have any rewards that the other party can see.
"Very well, then let's talk about your father..." Allen nodded in satisfaction, "Speaking of which, since this Tom is now resurrected... I was originally because I was sure that he would not be like the no-nosed man. He was resurrected, but now there is no movement at all...so if you can get in touch with your father, try to get in touch." Allen's hand continued to stroke Mrs. Lorice, neither too fast nor slow.
Whether your father is willing to surrender is not important in itself. The only thing you need to inform me is to determine his position."
"Yes, Principal Harris, as long as there is news, I will report to you immediately." Pansy immediately agreed, but her brows frowned embarrassingly, making her face a little dark, her gaze swept across Allen's desk. Little hand, paused for a few more seconds
If the Dark Lord knew that he or his father had revealed his address, even if this was a young Voldemort, it would be difficult for his father to return safely.
The movement of Ellen's hand temporarily stopped, which caused Mrs. Loris's dissatisfied cry, which was comforted, and it began to rub Allen behind its ears to try to keep it from stopping.
"Don't worry about Tom, I promise he will be fine, and leave the rest to me to arrange..." Seeing through Pansy's readily agreed concerns, Allen said softly, "The Dark Lord with your father seems to be a little too cautious. , Or I have enough understanding of my abilities... This little hand comes from the Dark Lord after making this Horcrux. He should have deployed a lot of counter-prophecy methods now... You have applied for a fortune telling class, and you should know that prediction is not a panacea ."
Pansy, who was guessed at the center, was shocked, UU reading www. uukanshu.com didn't dare to think about it anymore, she became more and more sure of the idea of ​​completing the task as soon as possible, and she got up to salute Alan and promised to leave.
"By the way, if you can, it's best to find out before Christmas...because I want to make a Christmas gift, but I don't have to take a risk for it. Just try my best..." Allen continued to say in a relaxed tone. He stood up and prepared to send Pansy downstairs, "By the way, this Christmas... I have an idea for this year’s gift. Although I have to ask someone to help me, I haven’t asked you what you think. Do you have anything special?"
Pansy was flattered immediately. How dare you make Alan spend his time preparing gifts for her, not to mention the need for Alan to beg for help... She waved her hands repeatedly and said that she wouldn't be too troublesome.
"It's really troublesome... I noticed that Harry wanted to give Ginny a blood ally during class today, so I also wanted to remind Draco to ask him to give you one too..."
"Eh!!!"
Pansy paused immediately, as if being pinched by someone's throat, she opened her mouth and closed it several times, grabbed her magic robe with her hand, and stood still looking at Alan. It's not...