Chapter 1274 ? Ritual Dagger
"Alan, I'll draw him when I get back." Penello's voice was flattering, and she looked at the place where Scrimgeour was lying before, where there was no trace of him now, only Scrimgeour was left. Lin Jie's clothes and the gray powder that his whole body turned into after being sucked out of his soul were a bit embarrassing. In her impression, this old lion always looked very annoying, but she didn't pay much attention to the details of his appearance.
"Rufus led the armed Aurors to strike a while ago, but he kept a lot of photos." Seeing Penello's thoughts, Alan comforted, "I remember that your painting level is not bad, and you must be good at drawing pictures." The problem, besides, we are not trying to paint him more like... it is used to appease our own hearts..."
"Alan, now that Scrimgeour is dead, will this affect your plan...I messed up your arrangement..." Penelope said it easily when he saw the remarks, but he felt that it was a disservice to Alan to replace him. She compares herself to her own body, but she is always brooding about it.
"His life and death don't have much impact...and that's not bad, now Scrimgeour, the guy who has been hindering us, is gone. You will take over Albert's position in the future, and Albert will become the new Director, hold the entire Auror office in our hands." Allen leaned on the staff a little lazily, and persuaded softly, "Don't worry about Penello, although you shouldn't do this, but the timing of your choice It just happens to be quite ingenious...someone will jump out and prove for us..."
Allen suddenly pressed the sensory imprint on his arm: "Oh, Albert..."
Hearing that Allen received Albert's message, the gentler his voice, the more uncomfortable Penello felt. She bit her lip. She originally wanted to help Harris solve the trouble, but instead created more Trouble, she clasped her hands nervously, and involuntarily moved closer to Allen.
Allen shook his head and smiled at Penello with a relaxed face, raised his voice and said briskly, "It's good to stop the strike, um, because I just reached an agreement with Scrimgeour under the arrangement of Dumbledore and the others." I have settled... Also, congratulations, Albert, you are about to be promoted to the director of the Auror Office... He voluntarily stepped down to the position of deputy director, you go and tell your father first, I still have some things to deal with here."
Putting down his arms, Alan stretched his eyebrows, and his tone became more relaxed.
"Albert has the news that the patrolling Aurors have stopped the strike. It seems that Rufus has notified his men before, isn't that good? I didn't tell Albert the real situation, Penello, but I still need to tell my father and Lun about this matter..." Allen saw Penello approaching him with a nervous look, and then stretched out his hand to the top of her head, "They won't accuse you, I guess I Father would be very happy with this ending... We don't tell Albert is... you know his wand core is unicorn hair, but need to tell father they are so they know how things should be handled, or if they really take it seriously The investigation found something... It would be too troublesome to deal with the aftermath.
Hearing that Allen said that Owen would be happy about this, Penello flashed in his heart the situation when Owen talked about Scrimgeour in front of her before, and felt a lot more at ease.
But feeling Alan's pampering, Penello stretched out his arms to hug Alan's arm, put his face directly on Alan's forehead, closed his eyes and rubbed gently with a softness different from his usual tough attitude .
"By the way, as for the spell to be taught to the students, it will make them no longer hide like Muggles...uh." Allen was a little tired from being rubbed.
"They have always liked the magic you taught, just like lightning." Penello said casually, but his eyes still did not open.
Seeing Penello showing such an attachment this time, and feeling Penello's warm cheeks, Allen didn't continue talking, he let Penello lean on him, and remained motionless for a long time, finally speaking softly Said: "Penello, relax for a while, I think of something that can be used as a gift."
When Penello heard this, she realized that she was a little tight. She let go, and then watched Allen take a scalpel from his belt.
Allen held the knife and aimed it skillfully at his palm. He prepared to take a deep breath... Then he stopped... He put his eyes on Penello who was surprised, no longer looked at his palm, and took another deep breath After taking a breath, he quickly and gently drew a shallow wound. Allen hissed and endured the pain, raised his hand and raised his five fingers and stretched out towards Penello.
Penello's eyes widened and she made an inference in her heart. She raised her finger and touched the blood bead oozing out of Allen's palm in disbelief. She tapped the blood bead, put her finger into her mouth, and felt the blood-specific The smell of rust, the bright smile on the red lips are more eye-catching than the blood.
This is what Penello is not unfamiliar with at all. When she saw the blood oath between Fleur and Albert, she didn't know how many times she had imagined the scene of Allen and her making a blood oath.
"A symbol of supreme love."
Penello murmured in his heart, his eyes were blurred, and he felt that his heartbeat had already accelerated, as if it was beating beside his ear drum. Her pale face gradually turned rosy, and the previous guilt and anxiety seemed to be cleaned up by Allen, and replaced by trembling excitement and excitement.
"This is a gift for you in advance of Christmas, not a reward for you killing people randomly..." Seeing Penello's expression, Ellen exhorted, afraid of developing her bad habits.
Penello nodded quickly, but the tears in her eyes made her a little dazed and did not move.
The slight pain that continued to come from his hand and the worry that the wound would heal after a while, and Alan, who might have to come here, was a little anxious, so he urged on his face pretending to be disappointed: "Penello, if you don't want to if…"
"No! Of course I am willing!" Penello was really impatient. She stretched out her right hand and wiped the crystals in her eyes indiscriminately. The handle of the knife could not be held firmly, her fingers were trembling involuntarily, and the sharp blade was trembling in front of her palm.
But the more anxious he was, the more he trembled, and he took the knife and fell to the ground with a clang.
"Penello take a deep breath, I'm sorry, I should have given it to you a long time ago..." Seeing this, Allen certainly knew that the female Auror was not like him because he was afraid of pain. He felt a little distressed by the other party's reaction, and pointed with his unwounded finger Scrimgeour's relics on the ground.
suddenly
The clothes of the former Auror office director seemed to be torn into countless small pieces by a pair of invisible hands. They circled and floated around Allen and Penello like a tornado.
Allen snapped his fingers again to make these fragments turn into candles with classical carvings and began to burn. The flickering candlelight shone gently on Penello's face, and it made her heart seem to follow suit. After shaking, the expression between her brows and eyes was as soft as the ripples on the shore of the Black Lake when the breeze blows.
If you don't consider the origin of these candles, the atmosphere in Penello's room at this time is indeed a bit romantic without a sense of horror and distortion. But with these slightly shaking candlelight, the light and shadow mottled on Allen's face, finally softening Penello's ups and downs.
The female Auror's eyes were calm, and this time she picked up the knife that fell to the ground calmly. She held the handle, and the blade metal reflected Penello's flushed cheeks. She cut a deep visible hole in her palm without hesitation. There was a big hole in the bone, and blood began to gurgle out one after another as her heart beat.
Allen immediately put his palm with a shallow wound down, and then held Penello's hand. She felt Allen's warmth touched her own warmth, and the blood of the two made the temperature better , but also the throbbing throbbing in her heart, the surging joy and emotion seemed to be engraved into the soul.
The two people interlocked their fingers, and two bright red blood beads flew from the palms that were squeezed together, entangled and fused into one in mid-air, and gradually turned into a ritual dagger.
This dagger is very exquisite, the top of the handle is like a small crown, and then there are two abstractly carved human faces, the two faces are tightly connected, and the mouth, eyes, and ears are all vividly carved , the following is a section of circular arc, which is inlaid with many small particles of gemstones. And the very middle of the blade is inlaid with the largest ruby, and the blood of the two of them is stored in it, and the brilliance is overflowing during the transfer. The blade is also engraved with exquisite patterns and patterns, mixed with some runes of complex shapes.
After the blood oath was completed, Allen healed his shallow wound in an instant, then held Penello's hand and began to treat her. In order to avoid scarring, he also took out some white moss and applied it on it. Penello's eyes were all on the dagger, and she held the dagger in the palm of her hand in a precious and precious way. The red gemstone was set off against her white and delicate palm, making it even more dazzling.
"We have become so strong that we don't need to go as hard as we did in previous years. Some things just let the people below take the normal path." Allen dissipated the candles and completely turned Scrimgeour's clothes into Turned into ashes, "Penello, you can get in touch with those students more this time. Although they have not entered the society, although they have growing pains, most of them are very simple, and social disturbances have limited influence on them... You can do more to make them feel better. Things that make you happy, even if it's training to tease them..."