Ron watched Sirius Black walk away, then looked at Harry and hesitated to speak. Ultimately, he still didn't voice his suspicions about Allen.
"Next time we go to Hogsmeade, we can have as much fun as we want." Ron was playing with the little owl in his hand, he couldn't let go of it.
Harry stroked the parchment bearing Sirius Black's signature and smiled again. How wonderful, he was finally leaving the Dursleys' house!
Allen, of course, was unaware of Sirius Black's warning to Harry to stay away from him, the "bad boy."
At that moment, all he could think about was how to organize that evening's training session!
Before Allen could understand what was happening, Professor Flitwick climbed onto the thick stack of magic books and waved at Allen, clearly having something to say.
"Professor Flitwick!" Allen walked quickly over and looked at the Department Head, whom he respected most.
Professor Flitwick smiled and asked, "Allen, have you thought about how you're going to lead tonight's training session?"
"Professor, do you have a good suggestion?" Although Allen had some ideas, Professor Flitwick's expression clearly indicated he wanted to guide him.
Professor Flitwick suggested, "Look at our house; classes are separated by age groups. The number of people in your training class is no longer suitable for group teaching. Why not separate the young wizards into different levels and teach them content tailored to their needs?"
Upon hearing this, Allen immediately thanked him; the gradual teaching method perfectly aligned with his own ideas.
As the sun slowly set, it cast an unprecedentedly soft light upon the Magic class.
After dinner in the Great Hall, Allen and Penelope hurried to the Magic Classroom. They needed to prepare the room before the young wizards arrived.
When they were both ready, the silver moonlight struck the magnificent Hogwarts Castle with unparalleled subtlety.
The moon spotted the couple sitting side-by-side around a long table, its light shining on their faces through a crack in the window.
"Allen, I never imagined that your training would become an activity that only the most elite young wizards dream of." Penelope whispered, "Are you happy?"
"This is our training class, Penelope; it can't function without your daily supervision." Allen looked at the moonlight on Penelope's face; his attention wasn't really focused on the conversation.
At that moment, Penelope was drastically different from her usual capable and self-confident self. She looked incredibly attractive in the moonlight.
He clasped his hands on his knees, supporting his chin with the other.
A section of his black wizard's robe had slipped down his slightly bent leg, revealing his long, slender legs tightly encased in beautifully shimmering, high-quality black stockings.
Their shoes and matching laces were simple and unadorned, yet unexpectedly elegant and charming.
She wore an elegant, dark blue hair accessory; its unique style made her already beautiful face even more stunning.
Penelope's face was radiant; it was clear she was savoring this peaceful moment. Her bright, sparkling eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and a healthy blush spread across her face.
She seemed to sense Allen's gaze, turned towards him, and slightly raised her eyebrows. A strange, unique, yet beautiful expression appeared on her forehead.
He nervously raised his hand, as if trying to grasp something or perhaps attempting to encourage himself with this unconscious movement.
"Allen, I'm graduating this year." A hint of sadness, confusion, and tension was in Penelope's voice.
"Are you graduating?" Allen repeated. He couldn't understand why she was so nervous. Would even the headmistress of Hogwarts worry about being unemployed after graduation?
"Allen, what kind of job do you expect me to have?" Penelope asked, but Allen could clearly understand from her focused gaze how valuable her answer was.
"I hope you don't have to worry or work too hard, that you won't be exploited for money, and that you won't bow to power. Most importantly, do something that interests you," Allen said softly, looking at Penelope's thick, golden hair. He couldn't have imagined that such a wonderful person, after being shaped by society, would be tainted with gloom and take on the color of frost and snow.
A slightly complicated smile suddenly appeared on Penelope's beautiful face.
Allen was certain that signs of wisdom and determination had undoubtedly emerged.
He was curious about what profession Penelope wanted to pursue after graduation; as he thought about it, he asked aloud.
"Auror." Penelope's reply surprised Allen somewhat.
For Penelope, a Muggle-born, the quickest way to gain fame, status, and recognition in the wizarding world was to become an Auror and achieve some success.
Seeing her determination, Allen didn't try to discourage her with excuses like the job being too dangerous. He nodded and added, "If this job tires you out, you can quit anytime. We're still here for you."
The moonlight streamed down like water, silently reflecting its silvery glow and filling the room with warmth and tranquility.
Penelope suddenly turned around, her eyes sparkling. She abruptly reached out her arms to Allen, wrapped them around his neck, bent her knees, and rested her face in his arms, saying, "Thank you, Allen."
Allen instantly froze. He felt the boundless love hidden within the soft body before him. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net
For some reason, the young man couldn't help but be drawn to the girl's tenderness; he was practically enchanted by her.
Allen's heart pounded in the moonlight. He opened his arms and hugged Penelope, who was a little taller than him; she felt the same restless heartbeat.
Soft, gentle breaths, warm, tender lips. There were plenty of smiles between them, and the air was warm.
As the two moved deeper, almost about to take another step, they heard footsteps coming up the corridor stairs; more than one person was approaching.
Allen gently helped Penelope to her feet and smoothed her long, disheveled hair: "Someone's coming."
Penelope looked out the door in surprise. A moment later, she saw Edward and Michael, along with several other Hufflepuff students, enter the classroom.
As time went on, more people arrived, and the training session's start time approached.
Allen and Penelope acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with everyone.
Apart from occasional eye contact and shared smiles, only partial traces of love were apparent between them.
When everyone had arrived, Penelope, once again transformed into her capable and efficient Headmistress, stood confidently at the podium, explained the rules of instruction, and distributed the educational communication galleons.
Allen admired the beautiful and dignified Penelope standing on the platform. He, too, had his own task to complete: to group the best wizards and select them as group leaders responsible for their training.
"Everyone has been divided into groups. You must work together and help each other. We will hold group competitions, and the fastest group will receive a mystery prize. As for the training group leaders, this is only a temporary situation; we will determine the final candidates based on their future performance."
Penelope skillfully applied the reward and punishment method.