All things are three at Hogwarts

"Malfoy really brought it upon himself, and he deserves to die!" After realizing the cuteness of Buckbeak, Alan felt that Malfoy brought it upon himself.

Malfoy, who was thought of by Alan, did not return to the castle until Thursday, with his right arm bandaged and hanging in a sling.

Surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, he rampaged through the Great Hall with the air of a hero who had narrowly escaped death on the battlefield.

Compared with the lively scene at the Slytherin table, the atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table was bleak, and Alan had no idea what was happening.

Some young wizards from Ravenclaw kept looking at him secretly, looking at him very strangely, as if he would fall down and die at any time.

"Ellen, you have to be more careful recently." Edward hesitated, but finally said it.

"Although I know you don't believe this, Professor Traolini looks really mysterious!" Edward looked in awe.

"Professor Traolini?" Allen was confused and confused.

"Sorry, can you tell me what happened?" Allen was a little annoyed, "I didn't even take the divination class!"

I didn't take Traulini's class, so how could he be involved? Isn't it Harry?

"Although the professor didn't specify who it was, we all thought it was you!" Edward explained.

"In today's class, Professor Traolini said that in our class, the best student will encounter something bad! The big gloomy dog ​​that haunts the cemetery has set its sights on him, and that is the one with the most ominous omen. A bad omen of death!”

Edward looked worried, "We all think she must be referring to you! Only you deserve to be the best!"

"Look, you will always encounter a lot of exciting things! Mysterious people, basilisks, dementors, hippogriffs...it's really too dangerous!" Edward can actually give examples to demonstrate!

The little wizards from Ravenclaw around nodded their heads, and they seemed to particularly agree with Edward's words.

Allen looked at Edward and the others' worried expressions, and his anger suddenly disappeared, and he smiled gently.

"I think you must have misunderstood Professor Traolini's words."

Allen patted Edward on the shoulder, "Although you think I am the best wizard in this generation, this makes me happy!"

"Professor Traolini is definitely not referring to me." Allen said firmly.

"If it's not you, who else could it be?" Edward, who was extremely convinced by Allen's words, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a little angry.

Who could be better and better than Allen?

"If you exchange news with Gryffindor classmates, you will find that she is actually referring to Harry!"

Allen poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Harry?" Edward and several Ravenclaws looked suspiciously at the dejected Harry at the Gryffindor table.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn’t look like the best!

"Perhaps, probably because of defeating the mysterious man or something?" Edward guessed uncertainly.

"But Allen also defeated him!" Michael Corner raised his black hair and said disdainfully.

"Anyway, the bad luck is not aimed at me. Isn't that great?" Allen added some more grilled lamb chops for himself.

The atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table became relaxed, and everyone talked about the omens in their crystal balls while eating.

Seeing the lively discussion in Ravenclaw, Allen couldn't help but laugh.

Professor Traolini is indeed a true prophet.

But alas, perhaps there were only a few times in her life that were truly prophetic.

Most of the time, it's nothing more than grandstanding.

Of course, since what she meant by ominousness was not Allen, Allen would naturally not go to trouble a professor.

After lunch break, Alan quickly went to Professor Flitwick's office. He needed to bring the lecture notes and Ravenclaws' homework to the Charms classroom and distribute them to everyone before class.

Apparently, after Dumbledore, the professors realized that Alan was a very good assistant.

As the dean of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick was the first to get the upper hand. He told Allen in advance and asked Allen to be his assistant.

A pile of homework floated behind Alan, who left Professor Flitwick's office with brisk steps.

The corridor was quiet and empty, everyone was taking a lunch break.

At the corner of the fourth floor, Allen bumped into someone.

Books were scattered all over the floor.

The man's schoolbag cracked and all the thick books fell to the ground.

A girl with messy curly hair quickly squatted down. It was Hermione!

She was panting, holding on to the broken school bag with one hand, and seemed to be stuffing something under her robe with the other hand.

"Sorry, Hermione!" Allen apologized first and took out his wand.

Hermione looked up, noticed Alan, and looked embarrassed.

"Alan, you can't cast spells in the corridor!" Hermione reminded her quickly when she saw the wand in Alan's hand.

"Of course, I know this rule." Allen showed a rare naughty smile, "But there is no rule that magic spells cannot be used in the classroom!"

Alan pulled Hermione and quickly walked into the Charms classroom.

"Hey, Alan, my book," Hermione said hurriedly.

"Look!" As soon as Allen stepped into the classroom, he pointed his wand at the books scattered in the corridor, "The magic books are flying!"

The tomes flew into the Charms classroom obediently and were neatly stacked on the podium.

Allen looked at Hermione's backpack and reached for it, "Restored to the same condition as before, reinforced and lightened."

The long cracked gap in the backpack disappeared and returned to its original appearance.

"Thank you, Alan!" Hermione's face turned red suspiciously.

"Nothing, it's a piece of cake!" Allen smiled gently.

"However, Hermione, your course load is too heavy. Every professor will assign a lot of homework, which will be overwhelming for your body." Allen advised.

Hermione wrung her fingers in embarrassment and said nothing.

"Actually, you really don't need to choose some courses, such as Muggle Studies!" Allen said sincerely. He really didn't think it was a wise decision to choose all the subjects.

"But, studying Muggles from a wizard's perspective is fascinating." Hermione looked eager.

"So, what do you think about getting rid of the divination class?" Allen changed his suggestion.

"Perhaps you are right, I will consider it." Hermione was obviously moved, "Anyway, Professor Traolini said that my aura is very small and I have no sense of the future!"

It seemed that Hermione was deeply troubled by Professor Traolini's words.

She always cares about the evaluations of professors.

Such a little stubborn Hermione made Allen laugh.