Watching Filch hug his headmaster's desk, snot bubbles running from his nose, Allen briefly frowned. He took out a blue handkerchief, then made it hover over his hand. Very soon, steam rose from it.
Allen tested the temperature with the back of his fingers, then fanned it a little to let it cool down somewhat before sending the warm, damp towel drifting under his control to Filch.
Filch took the hot towel with trembling hands, but his sobs only grew worse, and he whimpered incoherently, unable to speak.
With an outsider like Pansy present, Filch also felt that his loss of composure was somewhat humiliating. He pressed the hot towel to his face, feeling its warmth drive away the winter chill, and his taut, agitated emotions gradually eased and settled.
"Argus, don't cry when you're at the temple. Once you succeed, I'll make you a wand myself..." From across the headmaster's desk, Allen patted Filch's shoulder from a distance with Mage Hand, then said with a hint of pleading to Anka, who was perched on a branch feigning sleep, "Anka, help me send Argus to Ravenclaw Temple. Be gentle—he's an ordinary person... When you come back, I'll make you roasted rabbit meat..."
Anka, who had not opened its eyes through the first half, only gave a dissatisfied coo when it heard "roasted rabbit meat." It took off from the branch, directly grabbed Filch by the shoulders just as he still wanted to offer thanks, and with a flash of fire, vanished from the Headmaster's Office with him.
And when the firelight had completely disappeared from the Headmaster's Office.
Allen suddenly stood up. He planted one foot directly on his chair, and with the next step, stood on the desk. The sudden sight of him looming above her scared Pansy so