Allen swooped towards Malfoy and his two companions like a hawk.
Only then did Harry clearly see what Allen was holding in his hands: two branches with many green leaves still attached, and he instantly realized these were the weapons Allen had found for himself...
But he noticed that Allen was holding the branches in a very strange way, gripping them in the middle. Shouldn't he hold one end for maximum attack range? Harry muttered to himself.
By this time, the Malfoy trio had almost reached the castle gate, but how could they outrun Allen, who was flying in the sky?
In the blink of an eye, Allen caught up with them, quickly swept past, and knocked Crabbe down with a single blow.
Crabbe immediately fell to his knees, clutching his head tightly with both hands, face down on the ground, while his backside was sticking high up. He wailed, "I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please let me go!"
But Allen had no intention of letting him go; his round, large backside was an all too obvious target.
Allen changed direction, constantly sweeping past him, unleashing a flurry of attacks on his backside, making him cry out for his parents and crawl around frantically on the ground.
Eventually, Allen's weapons even became "faded" from the beating.
Crabbe finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out, "Draco! Gregory! Come and save me! Hurry!"
Malfoy and Goyle exchanged glances, both seeing the answer in each other's eyes. They quietly retreated, not daring to respond to Crabbe, fearing they might attract Allen's attention.
Just then, an angry roar came from inside the castle: "Allen Fiennes! Stop at once!"
It was Professor McGonagall who had arrived.
"In all my years at Hogwarts—never before—"
Professor McGonagall was too astonished to speak, her spectacles glinting with anger. "—How dare you—"
But Allen, with his blood boiling, wouldn't listen to reason. He spread his wings, changed direction, and prepared to continue attacking Crabbe, who was crawling clumsily on the grass, his robes stained with greenish grass juice.
Just as Allen thought he was about to savor the pleasure of revenge again, he heard Professor McGonagall's incantation in his ear.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Then Allen found himself unable to move, floating in the air with his wings spread and his hands still in an attacking posture.
"It's not his fault, Professor—"
"Silence, Miss Pettiel—"
"But Malfoy—"
"Enough, Miss Granger. All right, Weasley, Potter, you come with me." Professor McGonagall said mercilessly.
Then she prepared to return to the castle. Malfoy, on the side, secretly let out a long breath, a look of relief on his face, but this did not escape Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes.
She stopped and said to Malfoy and Goyle with a blank expression, "Malfoy, Goyle, you two come with me too. You go and help Crabbe! I will notify Head of House Severus to deal with you."
Malfoy and Goyle's faces instantly fell, but they dared not disobey Professor McGonagall's order. With long faces, they helped Crabbe up and stumbled along behind the group.
Professor McGonagall, controlling the petrified Allen floating in mid-air with her wand, strode towards the castle. Harry and Ron mechanically followed behind. Harry wanted to say a few words to defend the three of them, but his throat seemed to be malfunctioning.
The young wizards watched the group being led away, exchanging speechless glances.
Just then, Madam Hooch rushed back, looking a bit stunned by the scene.
"What in the world happened?"
No one responded to her.
...
Professor McGonagall led them along the campus path. Teachers and students who were preparing for dinner were all attracted by this strange group. Along the way, they pointed and whispered about them, especially Allen, who was floating in mid-air, drawing everyone's attention. Even though his face was as thick as a city wall, this time it was mercilessly pierced.
This posture was simply too embarrassing, not to mention him dual-wielding a pair of broken branches, with a solidified angry expression on his face, which only made people laugh in this scene, let alone him suspended in mid-air, allowing everyone to see every detail of him, with those in the back rows not even needing to stand on tiptoes.
But people still wanted to get closer, yet they were all intimidated by the furious Professor McGonagall.
Only George, Fred, and Jordan dared to stroke Professor McGonagall's whiskers. George loudly said to Jordan, "Haha, we bet this morning whether little Allen could fly, and I didn't expect him to actually fly! Hurry up and admit defeat, give me a Galleon!"
Jordan retorted, unwilling to be outdone, "We bet Allen would fly with his own wings. Now he's flying with a levitation charm, you should give me the money!"
"Are you blind? Allen's posture clearly shows he was frozen in mid-air while flying. Hurry up! Don't renege on the bet!" George wouldn't let Jordan off the hook.
Fred, meanwhile, looked at Ron, who was trying to hide in the group, with great interest and excitedly said to the two, "Stop arguing! Look, our dear little brother Ronnie is still in the group!"
George's attention was indeed diverted. He excitedly shouted to Ron, "My dear little brother Ronnie, were you caught trying to steal the school's toilet seats for Ginny?"
Ron's face turned as red as his hair. He didn't want to bother with his two brothers and lowered his head, turning it to the side.
Fred then began to seriously instruct Ron, "Ron, lift your head! As a glorious Weasley, even if you're about to be expelled, you must proudly lift your head!"
Ron indeed fell for it. He was provoked and lifted his head, trying his best to look straight ahead, and right in front of him was the floating Allen.
"Aha! My good brother, just like that!" Fred laughed when he saw Ron fall for it. "Now tell me what color Allen's underwear is today!"
A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. Ron quickly lowered his head again, while Allen rolled his eyes continuously. He was wearing jeans today, so it would be a miracle if his underwear could be seen.
Professor McGonagall finally couldn't take it anymore. "Are you three preparing to be punished along with the six of them?"
The three Georges quickly left the scene, leaving behind bursts of laughter in the distance.
Filch, holding his cat, watched Allen and the others excitedly. He remembered it had been a long time since so many students were punished at the same time.
Professor McGonagall only lifted her spell and let Allen down when they were about to enter the castle, as it was simply too difficult to pass through many parts of the castle in that state.
Allen's previous anger had already vanished, and he even felt a little regretful in his heart, first for being too high-profile, and second for wondering if he would be expelled for doing this.
Professor McGonagall led them to her office and scrutinized the six students with a stern gaze, not saying a word.
The six of them hung their heads like frost-bitten eggplants. At this moment, they finally began to realize the seriousness of the situation, and each of them started to become uneasy.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Then, a person with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and a sallow complexion entered.
It was Professor Snape.