Chapter 326 Memory

After successfully returning to the Room of Requirement, Allen immediately took out the Pensieve.

Several people leaned forward. Everyone was very curious about Filch so stubbornly guarding the library door.

Allen poured Filch's memory into the Pensieve.

Memories flowed into the Pensieve, and it was hard to tell whether it was liquid or gas.

It is like a bright piece of silver, but it is constantly flowing, like the surface of water rippled by the breeze, and like a cloud, it spreads out and whirls softly.

Allen pulled out his wand and poked lightly at the memory in the basin, and the memory in the basin spun faster.

"I was the first." Hermione stood up first, and she was eager to know if Dumbledore really did something behind this.

No one competed with her, everyone could sense Hermione's emotions, and thoughtfully let her check Filch's memory first.

Soon, Hermione returned from the Pensieve to the Room of Requirement.

Her face was quite ugly, she looked very angry, but at the same time she was relaxed as if she was relieved.

Penelope gave Hermione a strange look, then plunged headfirst into the memory without hesitation.

When Penello returned with a sardonic smile, Luna blinked and threw herself lightly into the Pensieve.

"He doesn't want students to be exposed to dangerous knowledge." Luna, who got out of the Pensieve, looked at Hermione and Penello and explained to Dumbledore.

Allen nodded, of course he knew that Dumbledore, the great white wizard, had no malice towards him.

Anyway, after reading it, make a conclusion. Allen has never been someone who is easily influenced by others.

Allen leaned over and came into contact with that layer of silver-white memory. He fell in a piece of cold and dark matter, as if being sucked into a black vortex——

Filch stood in the fourth-floor corridor, staring suspiciously at a statue of a guard.

The statue's armor squeaked, and the red tassel on the hat kept shaking.

"Filch!" An old and kind voice suddenly sounded.

Allen saw Dumbledore walking down the stairs slowly.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Filch bowed.

"Oh, how naughty, Peeves! Come out!" Headmaster Dumbledore said to the statue of the guard who suddenly stopped shaking.

Peeves suddenly rose into the air, scratching the back of his head with his hands. ,

"Dumbledore! I was wrong!" After speaking quickly, Peeves slipped away as if fleeing.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "Peeves, is it difficult?"

"Indeed, Dumbledore. But compared with Peeves, those brats are more difficult and cunning. I suggest that the school's punishment should be more detailed and harsher, and you should agree to my application for the use of the whip. "

Filch applied solemnly.

"Filch, you must know that whips are absolutely not allowed on students." Dumbledore explained.

"I know, these little guys are really naughty and have brought you a lot of trouble in your work. In fact, Mrs. Pince is also very annoyed recently. She told me that the restricted section of the library has been flipped Filch, did you see anything unusual during the night watch?" Dumbledore looked towards the direction Peeves left, and asked casually.

"Mrs. Pince? It must be some naughty brat." Filch paused, "I will check there carefully, and I will definitely find him out."

Allen, who was watching from the sidelines, did not miss the flickering light in Dumbledore's eyes—that is, a look of satisfaction.

The following memories are unremarkable, nothing more than he was fighting wits with some students.

It's just that Filch met the headmaster too frequently, and Dumbledore showed an unusual interest and enthusiasm for the library.

After a while, Filch never met Dumbledore again.

Allen noticed that at that time, the "Daily Prophet" in Filch's hand had published his Animagus photo impressively.

Alan suddenly realized,

Returned from the Pensieve to the Room of Requirement.

For a while among the four, none of them said anything.

"Although Principal Dumbledore should be well-intentioned, I don't approve of his methods. He is too much interfering in other people's lives." Hermione puffed up her cheeks, her eyes filled with disappointment, "He doesn't even Allow Harry to move in with Sirius for the summer."

"Principal Dumbledore did this for a reason. Harry has the ancient protective magic left by his mother on his body. Before he becomes an adult, he must treat the home of his blood-related people as his own home, Only after a sufficient period of time will the spell continue to work."

Allen's explanation made Hermione suddenly realize, "It turns out that the principal is here to protect Harry!"

Alan's eyes flashed, "Hermione, there is actually a better way. If Harry can't move to live with Sirius, then why not let Sirius move to live near Harry? Dumbledore is too old, and he no longer has ripples in his heart, and he is too easy to ignore other people's emotions when making plans."

Hermione clapped her hands happily, why didn't she think of this? The mountain is not just me, I can just be the mountain!

"Don't worry, leave it to me! Before leaving school, I will find Sirius and suggest that he live near Aunt Harry's house, so that the problem can be solved." Allen said.

This is not a violation of the agreement between him and Dumbledore, he influenced Sirius, not Harry! Allen thought with peace of mind.

Hermione's eyes sparkled, "Allen, you're such a good—"

Allen quickly rejected this unexpected good card.

"Compared with Dumbledore's decision, my suggestion takes care of Harry and Sirius' feelings, but more importantly, I want to tell Dumbledore that he can't control everyone!"

This can be regarded as Allen's tribute to Dumbledore's ban on books.

"There is another person, there is no real retaliation!" Speaking of retaliation, Allen thought of another person.

"Who is it?" Penello asked with interest.

"The one who wounded Cho Chang and Cedric, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team—Marcus Flint."

Allen narrowed his eyes, covering the fierce light in his eyes.

"Qiu? Zhang and Cedric are a blessing in disguise and are together." Penello said.

"And Marcus Flint, he's graduating soon, but no one can protect him anymore!" Penello's fingers were wrapped around the chain on the wand, and his voice was dangerous.

"Marcus Flint? Want to pay him back? Count me in! Although he doesn't dare to mess with the people in the training class now, he only bullies those little wizards who neither attended the training class nor were born pure blood."

Hermione was filled with righteous indignation, and felt that if there was an opportunity to beat Marcus, she must not miss it. Even if you deduct points for this, you will not hesitate.

"The training class is a very good organization, and I like participating in the activities of the training class the most." Luna fiddled with the raven mask and said softly.

Luna would always say inappropriate and embarrassing things. But at this moment, Allen felt that Luna's words moved him a little.