Chapter 422: Smile

Allen was not in a hurry to purify the soul energy of the spiders. He thought of the scars on Luna's hands, frowned, went to the storage room, and took out some mithril. He was going to prepare for Luna who was injured by him. a small gift.

He tore out a piece of parchment, quickly wrote a few lines, summoned Benny, and watched Benny disappear into the darkness.

Allen took out a delicate small stove and put Mithril into it. He lit the small silver stove with his wand, and through the engraved patterns on the bottom of the stove, he could see the purple flame flickering and dancing. Gradually, the solid mithril melted into liquid little by little, and slowly rotated in the furnace in a clockwise direction.

When Benny flew back again, the mithril had completely melted into liquid.

Allen removed a small fanny pack under Benny's feet, looked at the gray appearance, curled his lips, and first opened the letter that came with the package.

"Dear Ellen:

Due to the lack of time, I wasn't able to get hold of the suitcase you describe, but at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts, I found a small fanny pack that serves a similar function.

Notes: Not as roomy as those suitcases, but if I'm guessing right and you're just using it for a few dragons, it still fits perfectly. In addition, I ordered two extra fanny packs and they are expected to arrive in two weeks, dear nephew.

Even if you are eccentric, you can't make it too obvious.

—Love your Aunt Josephine"

Allen shyly put aside the letter from Aunt Josephine, and he directly opened the small fanny pack to observe. This is a pet space similar to Newt Scamman's suitcase. From the outside, it looks very miniature and unremarkable, but it has been cast with an extremely clever traceless stretching spell, combined with some more complicated spells, to form a space suitable for pets and that can be carried around.

In Alan's memory, the wizard who made the suitcase was undoubtedly a master of making strange things, but the style was too practical without regard for beauty. Luna herself often made some unusual trinkets, but obviously not that kind If Luna appeared in front of everyone with such an ugly box, it would be hard for Allen to accept such a lifeless thing, but he never thought that even if it wasn't a box, it would be just as ugly as a pocket in the pet space. Mithril just happened to be used.

He waved his wand, and threw the small pocket into the small furnace, gradually fused with the mithril.

At the same time, he wrote and drew on the parchment, and soon a new drawing was designed and formed.

Allen compared the blueprints he designed, and slowly solidified the mithril that fused together, and finally added a lot of carvings to this ugly waist bag, changed the color, and made it different from the Ravenclaw school badge. The difference makes it not look like a school uniform accessory. Allen did not choose the eagle as a decorative shape, but put the name of Ravenclaw itself, which means the animal represented by the claws of the raven. The only difference is the bad taste. Added a third eye to the head of this raven fanny pack bird.

Satisfied, she put the small fanny pack on the desk, hoping that this little gift could ease her pain and make a smile appear on her face again.

Early the next morning, Alan was waiting in the common room early. As soon as Luna came out of the dormitory, she saw Alan who was full of energy and smiling.

"You have good news to tell me." Luna's voice was brisk, and she pulled Allen out quickly.

"Yes." Allen smiled and showed Luna his remade Raven pocket.

"What's the use of it?" Luna poked her head curiously.

Allen quickly introduced the functions of the pocket to Luna in detail.

Thinking of Drogon, who has been fostered at the Harris Family Dragon Farm for several months, and the Hungarian Horntail, who has not been in close contact, Luna nodded softly.

Glancing at Luna's hands covered in thick bandages, Allen handed the pouch forward.

Before Allen could speak,

Luna opened her arms, and Alan leaned over and buckled the Raven pouch around Luna's waist.

When Alan got up, he accidentally touched a soft spot. Alan, who was about to apologize, found that Luna didn't care. She just lowered her head slightly and looked at the three eyes of Raven: "Many wizards--- Even the mysterious people are very superstitious about the number 7, thinking that it has special magical powers, but obviously you prefer the number 3."

After thinking about the meaning of Luna's words for a while, Alan's ears turned red instantly, and he faltered and said that it was time to have breakfast.

They went up the steps leading to the foyer and into the auditorium.

Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, baked potatoes and other foods were fully placed. Allen thoughtfully opened a chair for Luna, and then based on his usual observation of Luna, he picked out a lot of food that Luna likes to eat on weekdays. food.

Luna watched Allen's movements, raised her eyes slightly, and sat quietly in her seat without holding a knife and fork.

Allen cut the apple pudding into small square pieces with a knife, then forked it with a fork, and fed it to Luna gently.

"It's really hypocritical, and I want Alan to feed her." On the long table in Slytherin, Draco Malfoy raised his chin as he saw Alan being considerate to Luna.

"You're right, crazy girls like to play tricks." Pansy Parkinson picked up a piece of veal steak and fed it to Draco's mouth.

"Her fingers are all swollen, she must be stiff and useless, it will be very difficult to use a knife and fork. It's normal for Ellen to help her." Hermione, who was sitting at the long Gryffindor table, unconsciously poked the plate with a fork She poked the baked potatoes in the pot and smashed them into pieces. At this moment, she even had the idea of ​​why it wasn't her who was hurt.

After Luna was fed, Allen poked a baked potato with the tip of a fork. At this moment, a man strode in from the foyer. He was wearing an H94 uniform, and he scanned the auditorium vigorously. Under the curious eyes of the little wizards, they walked quickly to the Ravenclaw long table and stood in front of Allen.

"Mr. Alan Harris, someone said that he surrendered himself to the Auror office according to your instructions, and said that he wanted to apologize to Miss Luna Lovegood in person. I don't know if you and Miss Luna have time at this time. Can you move and give him a chance?"

The young Auror's image and temperament are excellent, and he is very suitable for this kind of role that requires public appearances.

Allen looked at Luna, and Luna nodded.

The two followed the young Auror to a small classroom on the first floor.

Ignoring the Auror who reported the situation outside the door, Allen and Luna sat on the chairs in the middle of the classroom first, waiting for the person who surrendered.

Seeing Luna's brows frowning occasionally because of excessive movements, Allen said worriedly: "I should insist on letting mother bandage you, Madam Pomfrey always deliberately leaves some wounds on students, She thinks that way they can learn their lesson and be more careful next time so they don't get hurt again."

"It's not your fault, you have been unhappy these days because of this?" Luna's silver-gray eyes looked at Alan's face.

"You just have to smile." Allen said softly, "I'm happy then."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Alan and Luna looked up at the door at the same time.

An old man with thin white hair and wrinkled face, his mouth was closed from ear to ear because of the loss of a lot of teeth in his mouth, and he was drooling constantly, walked in hobblingly with a cane.

After recovering from the astonishment, Allen turned his head to look at Luna - noticing Allen's gaze, she finally smiled as usual.