Vol 2 Chapter 422: ? Smile (modified, sincere thanks to the leader Pai He Lang?...

Alan was not in a hurry to purify the soul energy of the spiders. He thought of the scars on Luna's hand, frowned, went to the storage room and took out some mithril. He was preparing for Luna who was injured by him. A small gift.
He pulled a piece of parchment, quickly wrote a few lines, summoned Benny, and then watched Benny disappear into the darkness.
Allen took out an exquisite small stove and put mythril into it. He used his magic wand to light the small silver stove. Through the carved patterns under the stove, he could see the purple flames flickering and beating. Gradually, those solid Mithril melted into liquid little by little, slowly rotating in the stove in a clockwise direction.
When Benny flew back again, the mithril had completely melted into liquid.
Allen disassembled a small waist bag under Benny's feet, looked at the gray appearance, curled his lips, and first opened the letter sent with the package.
"Dear Allen:
Due to time constraints, I could not get the kind of suitcase you described, but in the Fantastic Beast Management and Control Department, I found a small pocket with similar functions.
Remarks: The space is not as big as that of a suitcase. If I guess it is correct, if you just want to put a few dragons, it can still fit. In addition, I ordered two extra pockets and expect to arrive in two weeks, dear nephew.
Even if you are eccentric, you can't be too obvious.
-Love your Aunt Josephine"
Alan put aside the letter from Aunt Josephine with some embarrassment. He straightforwardly opened the small pocket to observe. It was a pet space similar to Newt Scamman's suitcase. From the outside, it is very small and unremarkable, but it has been cast with a very clever non-marking stretching spell, combined with some more complex spells, to form a space suitable for pets to live and carry.
In Allen’s memory, the wizard who made the suitcase is undoubtedly a master of making strange things, but the style is too practical and does not consider aesthetics. Luna herself often makes some alternative trinkets, but obviously not the kind The shapeless thing, if Luna appeared in front of everyone with such an ugly box, Alan would not accept it, but he never expected that even if it is not a box, it is also ugly as a pocket for pet space. These preparations Mithril was just used.
He waved his magic wand and threw this small pocket into the small stove, gradually fusing with the mithril.
At the same time, he wrote and painted on parchment paper, and soon a new drawing was designed.
According to the drawings he designed, Allen slowly solidified the mithril that was fused together, and finally added a lot of carvings to this ugly waist bag, changed the color, and in order to be compatible with the Ravenclaw school emblem. The difference makes it look like a school uniform accessory. Alan did not choose the eagle as a decorative shape, but instead used the name Ravenclaw itself to mean the animal represented by the raven's feet. The only difference is the evil taste. A third eye was added to the head of the raven's pocket.
Satisfied that he put the small pocket on the writing desk, hoping that this small gift would relieve her pain and make a smile appear on her face again.
Early the next morning, Allen was waiting in the common room early. As soon as Luna came out of the dormitory, she saw Allen who was full of energy and smiling.
"You have good news to tell me." Luna's voice was brisk, pulling Alan to walk out quickly.
"Yes." Allen smiled and showed Luna the remade Raven pocket.
"What's it use?" Luna poked her head curiously.
Allen quickly introduced the functions of the waist bag to Luna.
Thinking of Zhuo Geng who had been fostered in the Harris family dragon farm for several months and the Hungarian hornet who had not been in close contact, Luna nodded softly.
Glancing at Luna's thick bandaged hands, Allen handed the small waist bag forward.
Before Allen could speak, Luna opened her arms, and Allen leaned over and buckled the raven pouch around Luna's waist.
When Alan got up, he accidentally rubbed against a soft place and was about to apologize. Alan discovered that Luna didn't care. She just lowered her head slightly and looked at the three eyes of the raven: "Many wizards--- Including mysterious people are very superstitious about the number 7 and think it has special magic power, but obviously you prefer the number 3."
After thinking about the meaning of Luna's words for a moment, Alan's ears instantly turned red, and he kept saying that it was time to have breakfast.
They went up the steps leading to the hall and into the auditorium.
Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, baked potatoes, and other foods were all filled with food. Allen thoughtfully opened up a chair for Luna, and then based on his usual observations of Luna, he picked out many things that Luna likes to eat on weekdays. food.
Luna watched Alan's movements, raised her eyes lightly, and sat quietly without taking a knife and fork.
Allen cut the apple pudding into square pieces with a knife, then fork it and gently feed it to Luna.
"It's hypocritical, and I want Alan to feed her." At the long Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy watched Alan treat Luna so considerately and raised his chin.
"You're right, crazy girls love to play tricks." Pansy Parkinson picked up a veal steak and fed it into Draco's mouth.
"Her fingers are all swollen. They must be stiff and unwilling. It would be very laborious to use a knife and fork. It's normal for Allen to help her." Hermione, who was sitting at the long Gryffindor table, unconsciously poked the plate with her fork. The baked potatoes in the house smashed them into slag, and at this moment, she even thought about why it was not herself that was injured.
After feeding Luna, Allen poked a baked potato with the tip of a fork. At this moment, a person strode in from the hall. Wearing an H94 uniform, he vigorously scanned the auditorium. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com then quickly walked to the Ravenclaw long table and stood in front of Alan under the curious eyes of the little wizards.
"Mr. Alan Harris, someone said that he surrendered to the Auror office according to your account and said 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?"
This young Auror has a good image and temperament, and is very suitable for such a role that needs to be seen in public.
Allen looked at Luna, and Luna nodded.
The two followed the young Auror to a small classroom on the first floor.
Ignoring the Auror who had reported the situation at the door, Allen and Luna sat on the chairs in the middle of the classroom first, waiting for the person who surrendered.
Seeing Luna occasionally frowning on her wounds because of her excessive movements, Allen said worriedly: "I should insist on having my mother bandage you. Madam Pomfrey will always intentionally leave some pain on the students. She thinks that so they can remember the lesson and be careful next time so that they don’t get hurt again."
"It's not your fault. You have been unhappy these days because of this?" Luna looked at Alan's face with silver-gray eyes.
"You just have to smile." Allen said softly, "That way I will be happy."
At this time, 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, his mouth falling out of ears because of the loss of teeth, and drooling, walked in staggeringly on a cane.
Alan, who had recovered from his consternation, turned her head and looked at Luna-she noticed that Alan was looking at her and finally smiled as usual.