Chapter 328 Threat (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver Alliance Phantom Feather)

"You—this is, ahem, ahem, committing a crime—" Marcus Flint accuses Allen, panting violently.

This feeling of dying is painful and desperate!

"Crime?" Penello looked at Marcus with a half-smile, "How do you want to accuse me? Do you think, if you tell me, people would like to believe us or Marcus, who has always been bad and annoying? ?”

"Even if people know about it, so what? It's just a dispute between students!" The corners of Penello's mouth curled up contemptuously, and there was a different kind of charm in the eyes.

"I heard that the Flint family has a lot of shady transactions, Marcus, are you really not afraid of the family business being investigated?" Allen looked at Marcus with meaningful eyes.

Marcus's expression froze, he thought of the background behind Allen.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had put on a flattering expression: "Alan, I am willing to assist you like Clark and Goyle assist Malfoy, follow your command, and be your most loyal men."

"Sorry, Marcus, I'm not Draco, I don't accept everyone! I picked you up today just to vent my anger on Cho Zhang and Cedric, and to calm myself down. As for you, see you later Us, remember to stay away. Also, don't let me hear you bullying Muggles again."

Allen narrowed his eyes with a dangerous look, threatening.

At this moment, Luna, with a magic wand on her ear, pushed open the door of the carriage and walked in, holding three ice-cold raw gills juice in her arms that exuded a strange smell.

"I think you may need this." Luna shared the raw gills juice with the others—although the taste was a bit weird, after all, what everyone needed was a cold drink after working for a while, so it was really unacceptable Except for Hermione who forced herself to drink this strange smell and couldn't save face, the other Ravenclaws didn't have much resentment towards it.

None of the three looked at Marcus on the ground, and meandered out of the carriage.

Luna walked at the end. Suddenly, she showed an expression that suddenly realized that she remembered something important. Then, she took out one of the equipment that Allen had given her before-the super big dung egg, and threw it in.

In an instant, she simply and neatly closed the carriage door.

There was a loud bang in the carriage, and then there was the sound of Marcus vomiting.

A strange smell permeated from the compartment. The four of them looked at each other and ran quickly down the aisle.

"What looks the most harmless is often the most dangerous!" Penello muttered looking at Luna who was running lightly at the front.

The doors of the carriages opened one after another, and the little wizards came out, looking around.

"I'm sorry, Jean, I'm the president of the student union." With his head held high, Percy pushed aside the crowd that was gradually approaching, and stepped forward to investigate the situation.

"Pfft, Percy, you're not the president of the student union now, are you?" Draco Malfoy pointed out bluntly, drawing out his tone.

Everyone around him laughed.

Suddenly, Malfoy's nose twitched a few times, and his face turned pale instantly. He immediately turned around, brushed aside the crowd, and ran away.

The people next to him were stunned by Malfoy's sudden movement.

Percy let out a cold snort, stepped forward triumphantly, and pushed open the door.

He froze on the spot, but suddenly, he turned around and leaned on the door frame, retching.

An extremely strong stench came out, and the little wizards around covered their noses, and after seeing the situation inside the carriage, they sneered and scattered like birds and beasts.

"George, Fred! You two must have messed it up, I want to settle the score with you." Percy covered his mouth and nose, and quickly left here.

The train pulls into King's Cross station.

After the three of Alan and Penello bid farewell, they passed through the partition wall of platform 9, and saw the gloomy-eyed man—Sirius Black—at a glance.

Allen strode over, Sirius also saw Allen,

He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards Allen.

Allen looked into his eyes, and wisely turned his side slightly, Sirius nodded at Allen, passed Allen, opened his arms, and hugged Harry who was dragging a large suitcase behind him.

He gave Harry a few words, and Harry obediently left here, pushing the suitcase and Hedwig's cage on a trolley towards Uncle Vernon.

Allen smiled and waited patiently.

"Alan?" Sirius stood in front of Harry, looking at Alan suspiciously.

"I just want to give you a suggestion," Allen glanced at the suspicious Sirius, "It's free, who made him make me unhappy."

Sirius looked disbelieving, but he didn't interrupt Alan. After all, in his heart, although Alan asked for something in return, he did help him.

"I know that Dumbledore doesn't allow Harry to move in and live with you. I think he only cares about his plans and ignores your feelings. But—" Alan paused, Sirius' eyes brightened up.

Allen couldn't help but chuckled, and didn't keep his secrets anymore, and directly said the suggestion, "Sirius, you can move to live near Harry. During the day, Harry can stay with you, as long as you go back at night Just live in. Show your identity, I believe, Harry's Uncle Vernon will not refuse."

The haze in Sirius' eyes disappeared, and he smiled brightly, "Thank you, Alan! You helped us solve a big problem! Such a simple solution, why did none of us think of it!"

"Maybe you should get used to using your own brains to think about whether there is a more optimal way before you blindly obey someone's opinion. I'm not saying anyone's fault, but he is obviously reluctant to spend his energy thinking about it. The little things that came." Allen smiled freely, pulled up his luggage, and said no more.

Sirius was noncommittal to Allen's criticism of Dumbledore, shrugged, and turned back to Harry.

Uncle Vernon was berating Harry in his usual way, "Still waiting?" he yelled at Harry, "Do you know how valuable my day is? Who is he—"

"My godfather!" Harry said cheerfully.

"Godfather?" Uncle Vernon asked suspiciously, "You don't have a godfather!

"I'm Harry's godfather, Vernon." Sirius' eyes lit up fiercely, "I was convicted of murder and just got out of prison recently. I plan to buy a house on Privet Drive. This holiday, I will often I hope you will make it easier for me to meet Harry."

Seeing the terrified expression on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry felt that this summer vacation would not be as difficult as usual.

Harry couldn't help but look in the direction Alan was leaving, and silently expressed his gratitude to the friend he made before entering Hogwarts.

Afterwards, accompanied by Sirius happily, he walked towards the exit, and Hedwig clucked lightly in front of him.

"Alan!" A familiar voice stopped Alan, but compared with the drawn-out tone in the past, it was extraordinarily crisp and neat.

It was Malfoy and his son.

Lucius' loose blond hair was neatly combed, and he led Malfoy towards Allen.

"Mr. Alan Harris, hello!" Lucius Malfoy stretched out his hand first, and Alan immediately shook back.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy!" Allen smiled politely.

"This summer vacation, Malfoy Manor will hold a banquet. This is an invitation card. Please pass it on to your father, Mr. Owen Harris. My son has often mentioned you in his letters to me this year. We sincerely look forward to your family's arrival." .”

Lucius Malfoy handed Alan an invitation letter gilded with peacocks on it.

Allen took it with both hands, "Thank you, I will pass it on, I think my father will be happy to be invited to bring our family to visit."

Lucius nodded at Allen again, and left the station with his son who seemed a little embarrassed because he had exposed his privacy.