All things are three at Hogwarts

After that, the students all pulled out their wands and looked fiercely at the imprisoned demons. However, until Alan took out his pocket watch and looked at the get out of class, which was about to end, only Hermione and Della had practiced privately in advance. The ones who used it were quite proficient, and the others who had some talent only released one or two at most. More students just let the tip of their wands emit some light,

After all, the rules for casting this magic are different from ordinary magic spells. It was also the first time for the young wizards to come into contact with it. There was no previous experience for them to refer to. Although Michael Corner successfully released a missile, But because he was distracted before casting the spell, he set his target on Seamus Finnegan, who used a magic missile to turn into a thunderbolt explosion spell. Fortunately, Allen counterattacked in time, otherwise even if the practice wand suppressed the magic With the power of the curse, it is inevitable that he will live in Bantianyuan.

Seeing the accidents that could easily occur due to the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of wizards, Allen felt that it was actually more dangerous than he expected, and had to warn: "Before you master it, don't use it on people in normal duels. In addition... "Alan's expression became very serious, "Whether it's magic missiles, or you can learn armor protection and shield skills soon. Although these kind of force field spells cannot cause permanent damage to the ghosts, they will inevitably cause temporary damage. It makes it difficult for them to maintain their form...so these spells are strictly used on ghosts...with the exception of Peeves, of course."

Although Allen didn't say it explicitly, the young wizards all knew that this was for Ms. Grey's sake. If they were dispersed, it would have no effect on the ghost, but it would probably be extremely insulting...

"Then, let me clean up the scene first..."

As he spoke, Allen waved the suppression wand in his hand, and a series of twenty magic missiles wrapped in starlight erupted from his wand, running towards the three demons in the confinement circle.

The blue energy automatically divided into three waves, rumbling towards them without interruption. Broken orange arms were flying all over the sky. When the bombing stopped, only some stumps and severed arms were left in the confinement circle. The three hundred-eyed ghosts finally The core part had been blown into orange-yellow flesh, and a large puddle was spread on the ground.

Instantly, the sound of wizards gasping was heard on the field. Although everyone knew about Allen's strength, it was not common to kill three demons in one go, let alone the use of a suppressing wand. Scenes of sexual destruction.

"This is an advanced magic missile storm that uses the same principle as magic missiles." Allen said to the surprised students. "As I said just now, I will put this in universities and temples. Interested students can Go to these places after graduation to further your studies, now, get out of class is over.”

The students who had been free for a whole class seemed a little confused after hearing the order, and recalled the happy life before being taught by Penello.

"Hermione, my mother asked you to come to my house for dinner. You put the books back in the dormitory and we will go together later...eh? Emily?" Allen's eyes stayed on his sister for a moment, and the two looked at each other. Afterwards, he moved his gaze to the side of Emily, "Well, Miss Parkinson, please wait a moment and come with me to the office. I happen to have something to ask you."

Pansy was suddenly called. The excited smile she had shown because she successfully cast a magic missile froze at the corner of her mouth. She didn't know what happened and didn't dare to delay. She immediately fought with Emily and Draco. He said hello and walked towards Allen.

At this time, Allen had already waved to Hermione to let her go back and put things away. Now, in front of the perch, Anka gently touched the sleeping phoenix with its soft wings, and then quickly wrote a note on a piece of paper. After writing a sentence, he handed it to the still somewhat dazed Phoenix's paw.

"Anka, give this note to the gatekeeper Filch, and be gentle, he doesn't know magic." Allen said softly, then stepped behind the fire, waved to Pansy who was already standing next to him, and led her out. to the duel field.

Pansy followed Allen a little awkwardly, and slowly came to the ugly huge stone beast on the third floor. Unlike other people who came to visit, when Allen came closer, the stone beast jumped to the side on its own, and the beast behind it jumped to the side. The wall also began to crack in half, revealing a spiral staircase behind the wall.

The two of them walked a few steps along the stairs.

"Well, Pansy, I want to go up and prepare something. Come up slowly." Allen said and stepped directly into the shadows.

Pansy swallowed the answer she didn't have time to say. She speculated that Allen probably didn't want to take the stairs from the third floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor... After all, when he usually acted on his own, he obviously wouldn't leave this other professor. A passage that only students will use.

Pansy, who saw things through but didn't speak out, finally entered this quiet and gorgeous office when she started to feel a little out of breath.

Anka has obviously come back early. It seems that he didn't get enough sleep during the time in class. He is huddled on the branch behind the door and taking a nap. When Pansy walks in, his eyes are rolling on Pansy's body. After spinning in a circle, it seemed to start to make some internal judgments, then it shook its gorgeous tail, no longer paying attention to the little witch in front of it who was not regarded as a threat, and began to cover its eyes with the nictitating membrane. The third layer of eyelids.

"Sit down wherever you want...wait for me for a few minutes..." Allen was already sitting behind the principal's desk with raven-shaped legs, but he was looking for something under the desk with his head down, so Pansy had no choice but to do as she was told. He sat down on the chair in front of the desk.

As soon as she sat down, something on the table caught Pansy's attention. It was a pale hand, standing quietly on a tray with a red velvet backing. She discovered that this hand was 'alive' and had its own perception, because as soon as she sat down, the big pale hand turned over flexibly, and stretched its five fingers like spider legs as if she had just woken up. , and then slightly bent his fingers, as if he was saluting to say hello to Pansy who had just entered.

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Pansy was stunned and didn't know if she should give the big hand a gift in return, so she nodded randomly. After getting the hand's response, she felt that she had done the right thing.

The ones in the glass jar on the small table with slender legs on the left also began to move and make sounds. Although Pansy has not been to the principal's office like other students, she has also heard of their great names. The ones in these dark green liquids Brains like slimy cauliflower will wrap around students who get too close, causing these victims hallucinations and pain, leaving deep wounds, and if they are unlucky, they will start to bleed black from their mouths. s things.

So, Pansy turned to the right and further away from the glass jar.

"Sorry, I was delayed just now when I realized there was no ice." Allen had already stood up at this time.

Pansy saw that Allen was tinkering down below to make ice cubes with magic. He was using his fingers to use magic to cut the freshly frozen ice cubes into suitable sizes and put them in his cup with small bubbles. In the cup of dark brown liquid - although Pansy couldn't understand why it was so close to Christmas and the freezing weather outside was filled with ice...

"What would you like to drink? Black tea? Pumpkin juice? Coke?" Allen pointed below, which was the beverage cabinet in his desk.

"Then just pumpkin juice..." Pansy responded, then added, "Well, if possible, no need to add ice."

The little hand took the initiative to move. It dragged a bottle of pumpkin juice and placed it in front of Pansy. Pansy thanked her again and then opened the pumpkin-shaped lid.

"Pansy, you know some little Hufflepuff witches may be afraid to drink it because a dead hand helped them open the lid, so don't blame the little hand, it will learn to behave after a few times. Yes, I know you don't mind, but my little hands haven't learned how to distinguish the style of the academy." Allen took a sip of the drink himself, the cold comfort and the carbon dioxide in it made him burp, "Sorry...I'm sorry, let me Let’s get down to business, Pansy…I heard your father contacted you through the fireplace recently? Where is he now? Bulgaria?”

For a moment, Pansy clenched the glass bottle of pumpkin juice, feeling the chill on it spread from her fingertips to her body - she had only mentioned this to Emily before class, and Emily had been talking to her all the time. She didn't notice any communication between her and Allen when they were together, and even she didn't know where her father was now, but he could actually give a place name.

This made the Slytherin witch shudder - could Alan Harris really be the same as his omniscient mark?