Over at Harris Manor, Allen also returned in time for breakfast.
"Allen, how is Mr. Grindelwald? And your father?" Morgan le Fay was sitting on the sofa. When she saw her son come back, she shoved Daisy, who was wrapped in a blanket, making her eldest daughter, who had been keeping her company, clear the seat beside her.
"Actually, he's just a bit old. There's nothing seriously wrong with him... Father is helping Gellert with his discharge. A few old men also came to the hospital to visit him, so it'll probably take a little while." After taking Grindelwald to be admitted, Allen had comforted Hermione again and sent her back to school, then had been forced by etiquette to spend the whole night busy at the hospital.
"Hermione really does like following the book too much... But those two pages of the formula were stuck together very neatly..." Morgan le Fay beckoned Allen over again and patted the empty seat beside her.
"Uh... it was probably Monica's brother, Ross Geller, who got Golem lubricant on them." Allen answered dryly and walked over. He had also sensed something was off, but he had no intention of using divination or Prophecy to learn the truth.
Then Allen's vision went black, and he was suddenly shoved by a force, toppling onto the sofa. Both his arms were yanked behind his back, and his back was pinned down so he could not move—Daisy, who had just obediently been pushed aside by her mother, had now formed a pincer attack with her. She threw the blanket over Allen's head, used both hands and feet to seize his two arms, and pressed her knee into Allen's back, pinning him down on the sofa.
"Daisy?!!" Allen was a little dazed. "Again? What madness are you having