Chapter 203 Inspection (Modified)

The carriage that Alan and the others rode was very bumpy, and soon, Ginny could no longer care about the Thestrals.

She grabbed the armrest of the carriage and tried her best to maintain her balance so as not to bump into Alan or Luna and make a fool of herself in front of others.

Luna sat firmly opposite Ginny and Alan, staring wide-eyed, sometimes looking at Alan, sometimes looking at Ginny.

The carriage drove up to two imposing wrought-iron gates flanked by stone pillars surmounted by winged warthogs.

Two hooded, eerie dementors stood guard at the door, one on each side. Suddenly, another cold and uncomfortable feeling hit them.

Ginny was so frightened that she quickly shrank into the uneven seat, leaned against Allen silently, closed her eyes, and passed through the middle of the door.

The carriage sped up the long uphill drive to the castle. Allen poked his head out of the small car window, watching the many turrets and towers getting closer to them. Finally, the carriage staggered to a stop, and Allen jumped out of the carriage first, followed by Ginny and Luna.

There was an uproar ahead, and it sounded like Harry and Malfoy were having an argument, and Ginny ran over quickly.

"She trusts you very much, but she admires Harry Potter even more!" Luna's erratic voice rang in Alan's ear.

Allen couldn't help but nodded with a smile. Ginny not only admires Harry, but also likes and loves him! ——However, Alan didn't feel awkward when facing Luna, who seemed to speak a little familiarly.

"Did you faint too, Weasley? Did that scary old dementor scare you too, Weasley?" Malfoy's triumphant voice came from afar.

Allen didn't step forward to intervene. He saw Professor Lupine get out of the carriage carrying a dilapidated box. With Professor Lupine around, Harry couldn't lose anything.

"Let's go, let's go to the auditorium first." After speaking to Luna, Allen realized that his tone seemed milder than usual.

The two followed the crowd up the stone steps, through the majestic oak gate, and into the spacious and deep hall. There were burning torches, and a magnificent marble staircase led upstairs. To the right, the door of the auditorium was open, and Alan caught sight of the enchanted ceiling—a dark, clouded sky tonight.

The little wizards of Ravenclaw couldn't believe their eyes when they saw Alan and the crazy girl Luna come in together. One is a genius boy who is praised by everyone, and the other is a crazy girl who behaves strangely. No matter how you look at it, the two will not be the same.

"Alan, come here!" Professor Flitwick's recognizable voice sounded.

Allen turned his head in surprise and found that he was standing on a high step with Professor McGonagall standing behind him. Alan said sorry to Luna, and quickly turned around and walked towards the head of Ravenclaw. The little wizards of Ravenclaw who saw this scene made way for Alan to pass more quickly.

"Alan, I heard that you performed a very good Patronus, I'm proud of you!" Professor Flitwick patted Alan's arm in relief.

"I'm going to pick up the first-year students now, you follow Professor McGonagall." Professor Flitwick looked very anxious, and left briskly.

Professor McGonagall is stern-looking, with his hair tied in a tight bun and sharp, square-shaped glasses over his eyes. Professor McGonagall ignored Alan, but scanned the crowd, looking for something.

She suddenly yelled into the crowd: "Mr. Potter! Miss Granger! I want to see you both!" Hermione and Harry, obviously very surprised, pushed their way through the crowd and came over. The little wizards of Gryffindor obviously didn't want to make way for them.

Professor McGonagall's lips were drawn into a straight line. Seeing this, Harry and Hermione were very disturbed, not knowing what they had done wrong.

"There's no need to be so nervous—I just want to talk to you guys in the office," Professor McGonagall told them.

Professor McGonagall's office is small, but full of warmth and warmth.

They just walked in,

Professor McGonagall motioned for the three to sit down, and she herself sat behind the desk. Then, abruptly, she said, "Mr. Potter, Professor Lupine sent an owl ahead of time to say you were not feeling well on the train."

Harry felt himself blushing. It was bad enough that he passed out on the train, or anything else, and now he was even more ashamed to see everyone making such a fuss. Before Harry could answer, there was a soft knock on the door, and Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, hurried in.

"And you, Alan, I didn't expect you to be able to confront the dementors head-on, and even drive them away!" Professor McGonagall looked at Alan in surprise.

After hearing this, Madam Pomfrey also cast her eyes on Allen.

"Bobby, Professor Lupine told me that Allen cast the Patronus Charm three times in a short period of time, and confronted the dementor who was looking at him. Please help him see if he was hurt." Professor McGonagall said.

Now it was Allen's turn to be embarrassed, he quickly shook his hand and said, "Thank you, Professor, but I know, I'm fine."

"Successfully cast the Patronus Charm three times!" Madam Pomfrey seemed not to have heard him, and leaned over to look at him carefully, "For a young wizard of your age, it's simply unbelievable!"

"I'm your age, and I don't even know what the Patronus Charm is!" After careful examination, Madam Pomfrey turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "What's even more incredible is that he is indeed fine."

"And Potter, he fainted." Professor McGonagall raised his jaw.

Harry felt his face burn, and Alan could cast the Patronus Charm to drive away the Dementors while he fainted shamefully.

"It's not surprising, he won't be the first to pass out," she muttered, pushing Harry's hair back and touching his forehead, "Yeah, he's cold and wet .Dementors are terrible creatures, and what they do to those who are already vulnerable—"

"I'm not fragile!" Harry said angrily.

"Of course you're not fragile." Madam Pomfrey said absently, and then directly opened Harry's mouth and pulled his tongue out to have a look.

"What does he need?" asked Professor McGonagall crisply. "Bed rest? Perhaps he should spend the night in the school hospital?"

"Well, at least, he should have some chocolate," Madam Pomfrey said, looking into Harry's eyes again.

"I've had some," said Harry, "and Ellen gave me some. He gave us all the chocolate."

"Really?" Madam Pomfrey said approvingly, "No wonder you can resist the dementors, you know them well!"

"Are you really feeling all right, Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

"Yeah," said Harry.

"Very well. You and Ellen can go downstairs to the banquet first. I'll talk to Miss Granger about her schedule."