It's Not a Romantic Thing At All

With a soft bump, the little boat struck the lake shore.

"This boat can't fit all of us." Hermione lowered her head to look at it. It really was a very small boat. "It can only carry one person. It won't take the weight of this many of us."

"As far as You-Know-Who was concerned, he would only have considered how much magical power crossed his lake. This boat may have been placed under a charm that allows only one wizard to ride it at a time." Allen's hand brushed lightly over the air above the boat, sensing the fluctuations of magic on it. "Back then, You-Know-Who himself also needed a way to cross the lake smoothly if he ever had to check on or take away his locket, so as to avoid provoking those things he created and placed in the water."

As an adult wizard and a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius Black, even knowing how formidable Allen was, was still habitually influenced by his appearance and treated him as a junior. And since this matter concerned the Black family in the first place, he had no intention of letting Allen take the risk. "Listen, you wait here. I'll go first. If things go wrong, and they realize we're not You-Know-Who, they might try to drag us into the water. I'll test it first. If there's no problem, then Allen can go over... eh?"

Only then did Sirius Black realize that Hermione had already carefully climbed into the boat with Allen's support and sat down inside.

"When You-Know-Who made this place, he definitely hadn't learned this trick yet..." The hem of Allen's robe turned into black mist, then he flew up. He did not sit in the boat, but hovered in the air as though