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At the gates of Harris Manor, Penelope, who had just arrived by Apparition, walked into the house. To her shock, the moment she entered, she saw three figures lying sprawled facedown on the sofas in the reception room: Allen, Luna, and Owen.

Hearing the sound, Allen and Owen raised their heads to look at Penelope. The grimaces on their faces from enduring pain made Penelope freeze for a moment. The sight left the usually capable witch somewhat at a loss. "G-good day. What happened to you?"

Allen propped his arms on the sofa and lifted himself higher. "Nothing, Penelope. Dad made Mom angry..."

"You little beast!" Owen immediately glared at his son in fury. Allen bared his teeth and dodged the sofa cushion Owen threw at him, then tucked it underneath himself.

Owen greeted Penelope somewhat awkwardly. From the look of it, he could not be bothered to explain that he had been wronged by his youngest son. Their current state was embarrassing enough already, and he had no desire to describe those details to her. Luna, meanwhile, was sleeping soundly beside Allen, completely unaware of Penelope's arrival.

"Allen, then I'll make this quick and won't disturb your recovery." Penelope glanced at Luna lying beside Allen and pursed her lips. "My parents have time next Monday."

"All right. I'll go visit them with you then." Allen lifted himself a little higher and smiled at the witch, only for the corner of his mouth to twitch suddenly as he dropped back down. He said awkwardly, "Mom won't let us use healing Charms before dinner..."

Owen Harris, lying on the sofa with his clothes a little wrinkled and disheveled, glared at his youngest son again, complaining with his eyes that he should not have revealed the punishment. Then, putting on a deliberately