Chapter 223 Punishment for Conflict (Modified)

The sound of bang bang bang attracted Professor Remus Lupine who had just entered the auditorium.

"Children, aren't you fighting?" With a flick of his wand, the porridge was cleaned off Goyle's and Crabbe's faces.

Allen blinked, stretched out his wand, and restored the broken dishes to their original state. They flew neatly back to the table—and soon the vessels were filled with food again by the hardworking house-elves.

Allen cleaned up the stains on the auditorium floor and looked at Professor Lupine.

"Well, what a good spell!" Lupine looked at Allen with appreciation.

"Professor, they're attacking us!" Malfoy stood up, looking badly wounded - although he was indeed badly wounded.

"Professor, in fact, it was Malfoy who made the first move. They insulted Luna. And it was Slytherin's Pansy Parkinson who started it." Michael Kerner argued.

"Hmm! Let me think about it." Professor Lupine touched his chin. "Since you are fighting in the restaurant, Slytherin and Ravenclaw will each deduct 20 points."

"It's not fair, Professor! Obviously we were injured more seriously." Malfoy was so angry that he even forgot the pain on his body, and yelled at Professor Lupine.

Just as Professor Lupine was about to say something, he was interrupted by a cold voice with a deliberately controlled tone, "I remember, I am the head of Slytherin. My students made mistakes, and I will deal with them freely!"

Malfoy looked at Professor Lupine triumphantly, and raised his eyebrows at Allen provocatively.

"So what are you going to do with it, Professor Snape?" Professor Lupine asked kindly.

"You don't need to worry about that. Go back to your places and eat, Malfoy!" Professor Snape's eyes slid dangerously from Professor Lupine to Malfoy.

Malfoy did not dare to argue, and obediently returned to the long table in Slytherin.

"Well, since I haven't punished Slytherin, I don't think there is any need for you to be punished by me." Professor Lupine smiled and looked at Ravenclaw and winked at them.

"Thank you, Professor." Allen didn't expect the matter to end so easily. He was still a little worried about being deducted too many points like last year.

"Malfoy is really shameless, does he think whoever is weak is justified?" Michael sat beside Allen, still aggrieved by what happened just now.

"Anyway, it's really lucky that I didn't get punished for beating Malfoy in the auditorium." Allen happily took out the magic communication gold chip he had made and handed it to the listener who had just walked into the cafeteria. After talking about the conflict, Penello came over to ask for details.

"Wow, cool! Is it made of gold?" Michael asked interestedly after getting the gold piece.

"You can take a bite and see." Allen showed a mischievous smile, encouraging Michael, "but the repair fee is paid by yourself."

"How to use it?" Luna sat across the dining table and asked with great interest, her silver-gray eyes widened.

"As long as you input text with magic power, the same text will appear on everyone's communication equipment, and the gold piece will heat up and vibrate.

To remind everyone that a message is coming - if you spend extra mana, you can send it directly by voice. "

Allen picked up a wrapped sandwich and opened the foil.

"What kind of sandwich?" Luna asked suddenly.

Allen uncovered a piece of bread, looked at it, and said, "Tuna salad."

He saw that Luna, who was eating pudding, was also holding a sandwich in her other hand, and thought of a possibility, "What about yours? Don't like the taste of your sandwich?"

"Mine is also a can of tuna salad, do you want to change it?" Luna stared at the sandwich in Allen's hand, as if she really wanted to exchange it with Allen.

"It's all the same, why change it?" Allen asked in surprise.

Luna said nothing.

"I don't know when your friendship was so good." Penello distributed all the magic communication gold pieces to the little wizards of Ravenclaw, and sat next to Allen.

Neither Alan nor Luna made a sound, tacitly keeping their mouths shut about last night's experience.

"Did you have a conflict with Malfoy?" Penello glanced at Luna suspiciously, and continued to ask.

Michael on the side spoke out excitedly what had happened.

"Just like what Michael said." Allen shrugged and put the last bit of pudding on his plate indifferently. He suddenly felt that it would be nice to have some pudding for dessert.

"Pass me the pudding in front of you, Luna?" Penello said suddenly, Luna's big eyes raised her head in a daze, and it took a while to figure out what Penello was talking about. The remaining pudding in front of her was handed to her.

"Thank you, Luna. After breakfast, there should still be time. I can trim your hair for you." Penello looked at Luna's head and face, as if thinking about how to trim it.

Allen thought that Luna would refuse, but he didn't expect that Luna nodded and agreed without fully raising her head while eating.

After the meal, Luna and Penello left the restaurant together.

Allen went to the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class alone, and today they could finally experience the Defense Against the Dark Arts class highly praised by the Gryffindors. On the way, he bumped into Harry who was going to class.

"Alan, great job!" Ron happily thumped Alan's shoulder and wanted to hug him.

Allen avoided it calmly.

"We've been wanting to do that for a long time!" Harry's excitement was palpable, "Smack Malfoy all over the place!"

"Well, he just did it to himself," Allen said.

"Hi, Hermione, good morning, are you going to have Charms class in the first period?" Allen said to Hermione who had just walked behind Harry.

"What did you bring your Charms book for? No Charms today?" Ron asked her.

"Oh, I remember wrongly, the first class is Transfiguration." Hermione replied vaguely, and then frantically stuffed the book back into her bag.

Allen knew in his heart that this true scholar should have just used the Time Converter.

"We have to go, Ellen. Professor McGonagall doesn't like students being late." Hermione walked away first, and she always felt that Alan's eyes staring at her seemed to see through everything.

"Do you think Hermione is hiding something from us?" Ron looked at Alan and Harry.

later

When Allen sat on the chair of Defense Against the Dark Arts class and finished reading a text, Professor Lupine hadn't arrived yet, and the little wizards of Ravenclaw arrived one after another, sat down, took out textbooks, quills And the parchment, talking to each other, Professor Lupine finally walked into the classroom.

With a faint smile on his face, Professor Lupine put the tattered old box on the podium. He was still in rags, but he looked healthier than on the train, as if he had eaten a few good meals.

"Good morning," he said. "Put your books back in your bags, everyone. Today is practical. You only need your wands."

The Ravenclaws put away their textbooks and exchanged a few curious glances with each other.