Holiday

"Are you talking about Nicolas Flamel?" Allen asked in high spirits. But clearly, the others did not share his sentiment. Hagrid looked furious; Ron's face was full of terror; Harry appeared extremely awkward, opening his mouth as if to say something, only to be pulled back by Hermione.

Hermione, on the contrary, questioned Allen: "Allen, although you are so excellent that all the professors praise you, eavesdropping is immoral."

Allen took a deep look at Harry. Seeing him so awkward and at a loss, without a single word of defense, he felt a bit disappointed, but then he let it go. Nothing is more embarrassing than overestimating one's position in the hearts of others. It wasn't that Harry didn't care about Allen, but he shared a secret with Ron and Hermione, and without the consent of the other two, Harry didn't know if he should tell Allen.

Allen had always believed that when someone no longer trusts you, don't be sad; everyone has their own life, and no one can accompany you forever. Don't cling to the past, and don't refuse to let go of what once was.

Thus, Allen smiled and said under Hermione's astonished gaze: "First, being able to receive praise from the professors is the result of my hard work. Second, I did not eavesdrop on your conversation; I just wanted to come over and say hello to Harry. Finally, I know who Nicolas Flamel is, but clearly, there is no need to tell you or the books. Wishing you all a happy holiday." Allen left with a smile. If you don't trust me, then I won't tell you what I know you want to know. Even though he was open-minded, Allen still childishly took a small revenge. Anyway, they would know sooner or later, so he didn't need to return evil with good.

"He's joking, right? How could he know about Nicolas Flamel?" Ron said, his mouth agape in surprise, stunned for a long while.

"Allen rarely jokes, and he loves reading and is very knowledgeable. It's very likely he really does know about Nicolas Flamel." Harry felt extremely annoyed and frustrated; he should have been honest with Allen.

Hermione bit her lip. "I'm going to apologize to Allen. I wronged him." Having said that, without waiting for Harry and Ron to react, she chased after the direction Allen had left. Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and followed closely behind. However, when Hermione ran out of the Great Hall, Allen's figure was already nowhere to be seen. The three of them ran to the library, which Allen loved to visit, but he wasn't there either. They were not allowed to enter the Ravenclaw common room, so the three returned to Gryffindor, feeling dejected.

"Perhaps we can see him at breakfast tomorrow." Harry said, full of hope.

"That's all we can do." Hermione still decided to go to the library to wait a while longer; perhaps Allen would go there to read?

The next day, when the three of them went to the dining hall to look for Allen, he had already returned to his dormitory to pack his luggage. He would soon be taking the Hogwarts Express home for the holidays, and Allen had the heavy responsibility of helping Emily move her luggage.

When the Hogwarts Express arrived at King's Cross Station, it was already near dusk. His eldest brother Albert gave Allen a big hug with a smile. Allen was very surprised that it wasn't his father, Mr. Harris, who had come to pick him up. The two took a bus to the nearest Magic Lamp Post, and then returned home through it.

Before even entering the house, Allen smelled the sweet scent of strawberry cake. "Mom made strawberry cake!" Allen's eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace. There was nothing shameful about a man loving sweets.

"It's not just cake; Mom also prepared a ton of delicious food." His eldest brother Albert was in a great mood.

Sure enough, the dinner was very sumptuous. Compared to the Hogwarts Christmas feast, although there wasn't as much variety, it was warm and had the taste of home. Holidays should be a time for family reunions, and the family of seven sat around the dining table, enjoying the harmony.

Currently, only Allen in the family was attending Hogwarts. His eldest sister Daisy worked with their mother at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, but unlike Mrs. Harris, she was a physician in the Spell Damage Department. Mrs. Harris expressed great satisfaction with this.

His second brother Lenn had successfully obtained straight O's in his N.E.W.Ts a year ago and, thanks to his excellent grades, had entered the Ministry of Magic, becoming a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Precisely because of this, the whole family was very concerned about Allen's life at Hogwarts. Only after working does one miss the carefree days of school, when youth is at its prime. When Allen mentioned that he and Potter had become Chaser and Seeker in their first year, Mrs. Harris and the others were exceptionally surprised.

"Allen's excellence in sports must be inherited from me. I was an excellent Chaser for Ravenclaw back in the day." Mr. Harris said smugly.

"Yes, very great, Owen. You looked very handsome on your broom back then." Inadvertently, Mr. and Mrs. Harris showed off their affection in front of their children. Albert and Allen looked at each other and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

This holiday, Allen had made no extra plans. After experiencing so much, he just wanted to rest well at home, relax his tense nerves, and read the books in the Ravenclaw collection. But things in the world are like that; they never shift according to human will. According to Murphy's Law, the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it.

When Allen opened his eyes again, snowflakes were falling heavily outside. This snow looked like it would continue for a long time, and Allen's morning exercise plan had to be declared a failure. After going downstairs to wash up, he found that only he and his little sister Emily were left in the house! "Did they agree to work overtime together?" Allen muttered, pouring himself a cup of hot milk. Although Mrs. Harris had left in a hurry, she had still managed to prepare breakfast for her youngest son and daughter with her skilled culinary arts.

After Emily woke up, she pestered her brother to tell her the story of the Moonstone. Allen found his little sister's hobbies getting stranger and stranger. She used to pester him to tell her fairy tales, but she had grown up so fast to the age where she loved listening to detective and suspense stories! According to the book Emily brought to Allen, the Moonstone was a famous yellow diamond, first recorded in Indian history books. This gem was embedded in the forehead of a four-armed Indian deity—the Moon God. It was named the Moonstone partly because of its unique luster, and partly because of a rumor that it could sense the will of the Moon God, with its luster changing according to the phases of the moon.

As far as Allen knew, the magical world also had similar records. Unlike the diamond in India dedicated to the gods, the Moonstone in the magical world was a translucent gem of secondary quality, which could also sense the influence of the moon, hence the name Moonstone.