I'm playing Druid at Hogwarts

At noon, when Alan was eating at Gryffindor's place, Ron took out the broken wand and tried to tape it up.

Ron looked at the unresponsive wand and said with a grimace, "I'm done."

Allen responded casually: "If you want to repair a broken wand, only a powerful wand maker can do it, and the time and money spent will be enough to buy several new wands."

There is another sentence that Allen did not say. Dumbledore can repair the wand. Hagrid's wand was repaired by Dumbledore, but it is impossible to help Ron.

"You just have to buy a new wand." That's the best advice.

Ron shook his head; "My parents can't possibly give me money. In fact, my wand is the old one used by Charlie."

Allen's lips curved up and he said, "I heard that Fred and the others are looking for drug testers recently, and the price is quite high. You can borrow money from them to buy the wand first, and then you can be a drug tester and pay back the money slowly. "

Ron was a little hesitant. It's not a good job to be a drug tester.

"The reason why you are mediocre may be that you are missing a magic wand. Everyone has his or her own magic wand. It will be uncomfortable to use someone else's wand. After all, the wand will accompany you for a lifetime, so you can't make do with it."

Allen's words completely moved Ron.

"I'll go to them to borrow money after dinner, thank you Alan." Ron said excitedly.

Harry next to him was a little speechless. Ron was easily led by Alan. If he wanted to buy a wand, he could just sell the beast chess in his hand. After all, Ron was tired of playing beast chess.

At this moment, a flash of light dazzled Harry's eyes, and a first-year wizard stood opposite Harry.

The little wizard took the camera and introduced himself: "My name is Colin Creevey, and I am also a Gryffindor."

"Hi Colin, nice to meet you." Harry responded politely.

Colin Creevey wants to take a picture with Harry, but an owl interrupts him.

The owl was gliding precariously in the air, holding a red letter in its mouth.

"Ron, is that your owl?"

The owl fell down on the food, and Ron carefully picked up the red letter from the owl's mouth.

The owl stood up, flapped its wings and left.

Red envelopes are usually yelling letters. Allen cast a barrier for himself, completely blocking the surrounding sounds, and finished his lunch slowly.

……

In the evening, Snape was sorting information in his office when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Snape pulled out his wand in an instant. Even professors rarely came to him at night, and students were even less likely to come to him.

"Professor Snape, it's me!"

Hearing Alan's voice, a look of surprise flashed across Snape's face. How could this thing come to him at night and violate the curfew?

"Come in." Snape put away his wand and sat on the chair pretending to be solemn.

Allen entered the room with a smile on his face, closed the door and walked to Snape.

Snape said with a cold face and an unfriendly voice, "What do you want to see me for so late?"

"Professor Snape, I want to make a deal with you."

"What deal?"

Allen took out a yellowish photo from the ring, in which a girl and boy were playing on the swing.

Snape's expression changed instantly, and he stood up suddenly and shouted: "How can you have a picture of her?"

Seeing Snape reaching out to grab it, Allen quickly put the photo back into the ring.

Snape saw the photo disappear and managed to regain his composure.

"Answer me, why do you have her picture?" Snape's calm voice contained a feeling of being unable to hold back.

Allen smiled and said: "During the summer vacation, I happened to be a guest at Harry's house. I found this photo in the corner of the photo wall and took it out. Of course, I thoughtfully put the copy of the photo back into the frame. At least It won’t be a problem for half a year.”

Snape naturally knew who Harry's guardian was, so it was no surprise that he had this photo.

"Tell me what kind of deal you want to make."

Allen smiled slightly and replied: "I want you to help me make two bottles of magic potion. It should be very simple for you."

"Okay, I promise you." Just making two bottles of potion was a simple matter for Snape, the potion master.

"Since Professor Snape is so forthcoming, I will give the photo to you first." Allen placed the photo on Snape's desk.

"This is the potion formula and ingredients. This is very important to me. I hope Professor Snape won't add anything weird." Allen put the formula and ingredients next to it.

Snape looked at the photo and waved his hand, signaling for Allen to leave.

Naturally, Alan would not disturb Snape and left the room cautiously. However, a distant sentence of "Ten points from Hufflepuff" was heard.

Allen was speechless. This was burning bridges.

……

Saturday, cloudy.

The weather was perfect for outdoor activities, so Ellen, Hermione, and Ron followed Harry to the Quidditch pitch to watch the training. It was just a small pitch in the castle, not the big pitch for the game.

But before training even started, trouble started. Slytherin's team also appeared on the court.

Allen didn't intend to pay attention to these farces. If he had this time, he might as well read more books.

It wasn't until he heard the mudblood's words that Allen raised his head and stared at Draco Malfoy who said this.

Draco Malfoy shuddered momentarily, feeling a strong gaze that made him tremble all over.

Draco Malfoy turned his head, just in time to see Alan staring at him.

"No way, Allen is actually here." Draco Malfoy was trembling all over. Allen was also from a Muggle family, and he would never let him go when he heard the Mudblood's words.

Allen closed the book and walked slowly towards Draco Malfoy. Everyone also noticed the movement between Malfoy and Allen.

"Apologise, words like mudblood would not appear in an educated conversation. Malfoy, you are a pure-blood family. Don't embarrass your family."

Although Allen did not exude momentum, no one dared to confront Allen.

Except for Marcus Flint, who just got a team of Nimbus 2001 from Malfoy, it is impossible to abandon Malfoy now.

So Marcus Flint stood up and said viciously: "Malfoy said it, you said it, you are Mudbloods."

Before Marcus Flint could continue speaking, Allen flashed his body and launched a super round kick, kicking Marcus Flint three and a half times in the air, and then hit the ground hard.

Allen ignored Marcus Flint, who had no role in the scene, and looked at Malfoy with an expressionless face.

Malfoy was terrified, feeling that if he didn't apologize, he would be killed by Alan.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have called Granger a mudblood." Malfoy apologized with his head lowered.

Allen showed a smile; "This is a good boy. I hope you will spread the word. I don't want to hear the words Mudblood in school. I am not even afraid of Voldemort. I hope you don't make the mistake of yourself."