After the conversation just now, the landlady of the Three Broomsticks kicked off in her boots and clattered straight back to the bar without looking back, while Sirius Black was surprised to find that Allen and Penelope were not really looking him in the eye anymore either.
The two of them seemed to have gone back to discussing You-Know-Who. Penelope shot Allen a startled look, her eyes flicking toward Sirius Black, but then she shook her head and continued the discussion. Sirius Black felt that look was a little offensive, as if she were looking at him like he was a Squib.
Only after Sirius Black sulkily helped himself to quite a bit more food and listened for a while did he finally understand what Allen and the others were talking about.
"Attacking the young version of Tom—you mean Voldemort? He used a Horcrux to come back to life?!!!" Sirius Black flung away the cheese olive stick he had just picked up, grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, leaned forward, and pleaded urgently, "Allen, count me in. Young or old, Penelope—if you don't trust her to go, then let me go!"
"Don't even think about it, Sirius Black. You're no match for him," Penelope said coldly, arms folded. She herself had just told Allen that she wanted to go, and even though she reckoned she could beat Voldemort, Allen still had not agreed, let alone for this reckless dog.
The pupil of Allen's left eye rapidly shrank, exposing a large expanse of white and leaving only a tiny pupil in the center. After a brief instant, it returned to normal. Having understood Sirius Black's thoughts, Allen gave a heavy sigh. "For Regulus? Sirius Black... I understand how you feel, but this is only the young version of