Chapter 737: Old Squib

In the darkness, Alan and his party, who got off the carriage, continued to drag Harry, who was lying on the floating disc, into the iron gate outside Hogwarts Castle.

The head of Ravenclaw, Professor Filius Flitwick, was standing in the open space outside the fence gate, checking the list of students against a piece of parchment. Behind him, several tall armed Aurors watched Professor Flitwick's movements vigilantly, to see if he was seriously checking every wizard who walked into Hogwarts.

"Name?" Professor Flitwick looked at the approaching Allen and the others and asked, but then explained to the confused Allen, "Sorry, Allen, but this is required by the Ministry of Magic, check every The names of wizards who walk into Hogwarts. Everyone has to give their name, no one else."

"Sorry, Professor Harris, this is the rule..." A young armed Auror recognized Allen, and although he apologized repeatedly, he let Allen and his party complete the rule.

"Wait! This is Harry Potter, what's wrong with him?" Professor Flitwick asked, looking at Harry who was lying on the floating disc with a painful expression on his face and could barely speak. As one of the Hogwarts professors who cared more about students, he was a little shocked when he found Harry's tragic situation.

Suffering from the pain, still unable to speak, Harry pointed to the position three inches below his lower abdomen, and Professor Flitwick hurriedly stepped forward, stretching his hand towards Harry's injured position.

Harry was a little shy, with some hesitation between his brows, and he was a little at a loss for a moment. Suddenly, hearing a click sound next to him, Harry turned his head and saw the crazy girl took out the camera and aimed at him at some point, which made Harry's face flushed red.

"Kacha Kacha" The sound of the camera shutter being pressed continued to sound. Hermione's lips were tightly pursed, just like Professor McGonagall in class, she took a step forward, "Luna, we should respect..." Before she finished speaking, Alan, who was a little gloating blocked.

"That's good, teach him a lesson, next time Harry will be more cautious before taking risks." Allen made up a reason by relying on his quick wit and understanding of Miss Know-it-all, and successfully made Hermione think of Harry The reckless things that have been done. Hermione looked apologetically at Harry lying on the floating disc, and stopped Luna from taking pictures.

Seeing this, Harry stretched out his hand in vain to block Professor Flitwick, but because he was in pain, he couldn't use much strength in his hand, so Professor Flitwick flicked it aside lightly. Then, Professor Flitwick opened his trousers and looked for a while. After judging Harry's injury, he drew out his wand and pressed it against Harry's injured part: "Mr. Potter, don't worry, it's only a skin injury. It can be cured."

Professor Flitwick's wand moved slowly against Harry's wound, and Harry grinned, his expression becoming more ferocious. But then, Harry let out a long breath and calmed down. He even had a little nostalgia for the cool feeling after the wand touched the pain.

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with it, just what's going on?" The indescribable position of the injury made Professor Flitwick a little curious about what happened to Harry.

"I found Harry when I was inspecting the Hogwarts Express, and I don't know what happened to him." Allen spread his hands.

Harry was also in a dilemma. He couldn't tell the professor that he suspected a Slytherin girl and ran to peep at her, but was found and knocked down and kicked severely by the other party! So he could only tell a clumsy lie: "I accidentally fell down on the train."

Fortunately, none of the people present had any further intentions to delve into it. Harry must have something to hide when he said that.

"Okay, but you have to hurry up, the banquet is about to begin." Flitwick let go of Harry and turned to remind Alan and the others, then he approached the iron fence, holding his wand in one hand and spreading the other , after chanting the spell in a low voice, the transparent blue light on all the iron fences surrounding the school began to flash, and the magic defense system of Hogwarts was activated by the head of Ravenclaw.

Everyone also started to move on to the castle.

"No, you old Squib! I'm from the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan, you can't just unpack the luggage of a lady from a pure-blood family!" Pansy Parkinson seemed to be a little fiercely resisting from the corner where students' luggage was piled up. The place came, and she hugged her bag tightly to prevent Filch, the administrator next to her, from touching it.

"I think I can, Miss Pansy Parkinson! You can't refuse, this is the unified request of Hogwarts, now, unpack your bags!" Filch, who was ridiculed by the other party and cared about things most in his heart, turned even more serious Gloomy, he stepped forward and said forcefully.

Behind Filch, Mr. Handy, who was the same color as Mrs. Norris's dark gray fur, was behind Filch with three tentacles reaching for three different luggage, with three protruding eyes checking the contents of the luggage respectively.

"It's all right, Filch, I can vouch for Pansy." Professor Snape stood beside Pansy. The voice is low, but it cannot be denied.

"Professor Snape, this is Dumbledore's order, and no one can make exceptions." Although Filch is habitually afraid of the professor, this time he has no intention of obeying. Filch walked forward a few steps on crutches After a few steps, Yin Zhi's eyes passed Pan Xi, and looked behind her, a wrinkled old face suddenly smiled, and then waved to Pan Xi, "Forget it, you go in first."

Holding her big backpack, Pansy's eyes met Harry's who was glaring at her. Seeing Harry standing there in good condition, looking as if he hadn't been hurt in any way, Pansy curled her lips and snorted coldly, but when she saw Alan walking behind, she panicked and hugged her luggage Follow Snape and leave first.

Filch leaned on his crutches to quickly greet Alan and his party who came over, and expressed his sincere thanks to Alan with a more flattering smile than when he faced Umbridge last year. There was even a hint of sob in his voice, "Professor Harris, thank you for sending me Mr. Handy. It is very useful and frees me from the endless cleaning work."

In fact, for Filch, Mr. Handy sent by Allen is very practical, but what moved him even more was that he had seen many wizards over the years, but no matter whether they were pure-blooded or Muggle, mixed-race, only Allen made him feel respected, Filch pointed in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower, "Professor, I don't have any luggage for you, Miss Granger and Miss Lovegood." It has been opened, and it has been sent to your room in advance."

"Thank you, Argus. You are welcome to communicate with me when you are free. You can use Mr. Handy's functions in many ways in your profession. You can pay more attention to it during use. It is best You can give me some suggestions, which will help Mr. Handy develop." Allen smiled gently at Filch, "You can also try to use it to help Mrs. Irma Pince to see if it can help Mr. Help her clean out the library..."

Allen's last joke made the old Squib administrator blush, but for the first time he felt that he was entrusted with work other than cleaning and other chores, and he hurriedly stated, "Professor Harris, don't worry, I will definitely pay more attention."

In fact, Allen, as the person in power, didn't really want to collect Filch's opinion. Umbrella Company naturally has a professional team to conduct research on improving Mr. Skillful's functions. The reason why he said this is to let Filch communicate with people more. He has some ambiguity with Mrs. Pingsi. The similarity between her and Filch is that they both hate ordinary students so much. It's just that Filch is jealous that the students can do magic, and Mrs. Pince just doesn't want the students to touch her precious books. However, their relationship has never progressed, and it has been unclear. He also has a good impression of Mrs. Pince. Alan, who was taken care of by the other party in the junior grades, wanted to push them to make Filch more active.

Say goodbye to the administrator who still needs to continue to check and salute. In the dark night, the sound of Allen's hurried footsteps broke the silence. Not far away, the castle was brightly lit. Harry, who had been silent for a long time, finally endured when he saw that there was no professor around. He couldn't help asking: "What did you say was in Pansy Parkinson's bag just now that he didn't want others to see?"

"Harry, I think you should focus on other things. Maybe there are some personal items in Pansy's bag? I don't think any girl would want Filch to see these things." Hermione's tone was a little helpless, She knew Harry was planning to air his suspicions again.

"Hermione, I have to emphasize to you again, I suspect that there may be something wrong with Pansy Parkinson. Didn't we follow her and Lucius Malfoy in Diagon Alley before? Unfortunately, Hermione, you were stopped When they got down, they went to the Bok Bokin store in Knockturn Alley. Their whereabouts were strange. When they came out, Pansy Parkinson, who was originally frowning, looked very happy. This action between her and Lucius was too deliberate! Lu Hughes even did it without telling his wife and son!" Harry's tone was a little agitated.

"It's a little suspicious, but Harry, isn't it normal for people of their origin to visit such a store?" Hermione disagreed, "Besides, through my understanding of black magic, I think they are misunderstood by many wizards , even those small amounts of spells that can affect your mind to a certain extent, as long as you are not addicted to them, it is not a bad thing to learn and understand them properly. Harry, you should take Alan’s new class this semester. That's what can really help you."

"I just think so, I don't know, but she must have some plans, I think we should take it seriously, her father was a Death Eater during the first war, and finally escaped with the Imperius Curse Punishment. In addition, her recent behavior is very strange, just like just now, she is obviously trying to avoid Alan. I suspect that Parkinson is afraid that the secret in her mind will be discovered by Alan! In addition, she is very domineering and very aggressive. Hot, do you think she accepted Voldemort's mission..." Harry's little head had a flash of inspiration, and he felt that his guess might be the truth.

"Impossible, she's just a little girl, how could the mysterious man need her to do something for him... Wait! You said she shot hard... You were injured because of Pansy?" Hermione noticed her friend's She began to wonder if it was because Harry felt that Pansy Parkinson was acting suspiciously in Knockturn Alley, so he rashly stalked on the train and was injured by Pansy when he was discovered.

"Yes, I was indeed injured by Parkinson, but you can't deny that she is very suspicious." Harry emphasized half embarrassed and half annoyed.

"Her behavior is a bit strange recently... But Harry, it's best not to bring personal emotions when judging a person." Hermione shook her head disapprovingly: "You can observe more, but don't take it lightly if you don't have enough information. Just make a judgment, and then use your hypothetical judgment to look at her behavior... Also, the next time you plan to take risks, you'd better consider your own strength... I mean, if you can be defeated by her when you face Pansy Put it down easily..."

"I will attend Alan's class!" Harry's face was a little embarrassed, but he also clearly realized the gap in strength between himself and the members of the training class after this incident, and he had some hesitation because of the conversation with Dumbledore Harry, at this time, has made up his mind to participate in Allen's course to improve his strength.

"Harry, I suggest that you better go to Dumbledore and tell him everything you have seen and doubts in your heart. If there is any problem, I think Dumbledore will be able to find it. This kind of matter itself is also a matter for the headmaster to solve." Allen remained calm and did not comment on Pansy Parkinson, but only gave Harry a suggestion.

"I will. If she really has some purpose, Dumbledore will definitely find out something." Harry agreed with Allen's suggestion, and then he noticed Lu who also didn't say much behind them. Luna and Ms. Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw's college, tried to ask with some anticipation: "Luna... the photo just now..."

"It won't be on The Quibbler." Luna interrupted Harry's pleading with a smile, tilting her head to Harry.