HP Crown Prince Adventures 2

"Tome, you are different from others."

"Professor Binns is a ghost. His voice in class is flat and he doesn't breathe. He makes people drowsy and can't arouse interest in learning at all..."

This is the seniors' evaluation of the Professor of History of Magic. Allen felt that he was not deceiving me. He struggled to identify the few pauses in the words, and these words often disappeared in Draco's complaints.

Draco's face wrinkled into a bun in disgust, and after listening to it for a minute, he began to complain professionally, "Isn't it amazing that the ghost doesn't breathe..."

"Why doesn't he just let us read from the textbook..."

"This old man actually fell asleep and died? He was actually killed by someone breaking his brain..."

He propped his head drowsily, and his eyelids kept drooping, "I now know what the most powerful lullaby in the world is - the voice of this ghost, how many people do you think are awake now..."

"Ellen..."

Allen finally couldn't take it anymore and sighed, and stopped writing, "Draco, you sleep for a while, I guarantee you will see a perfect note when you wake up!"

The little peacock jumped on the table and fell asleep after a while.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the pen again. Unlike the notes in other courses that only he can understand, with a few words, his notes in this course are neat, key and difficult test points are carefully marked, and there are even notes .He glanced at the sleeping platinum peacock beside him, with a hint of connivance in his helplessness.

Feeling sleepy, Allen squeezed the space between his brows, trying to keep himself awake, occasionally answering a few questions to give Slytherin extra points.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that followed, Allen raised his hand expressionlessly and put his fingers under his nose to block the smell of garlic. He listened to Professor Quirrell stuttering and reading the textbook, and deeply missed his appearance. The specially-appointed teachers who are decent, gentle, and to the point, he frowned slightly and struggled to take notes - Draco was so angry that he simply stopped attending the class.

"What kind of teachers did that old bee hire?! My money is used to pay these people?!"

Allen agrees.

"He might as well ask a student to get up and read! It's smoother than him!"

Allen agreed, trying to recognize Quirrell's voice, and the pen moved with difficulty.

"...I'm going to let my dad drive him!"

Allen is willing to sign the letter of appointment and dismissal, but unfortunately this is the principal's power and does not directly belong to the school board.

After class, Quirrell left Alan behind, and Draco gave the coward a dissatisfied look, so he had to take Crabbe and Goyle to the cafeteria first.

Allen looked impatiently at the cowering man, and asked with a smile on his face, "What's the matter, Professor?"

Quirrell stammered, "Ai, Alan, Deng, Principal Dumbledore said, said, you are a genius, so I want to teach you a spell."

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Please."

Quirrell showed off a disarming spell, which he said without stuttering.

Allen waved his wand without making a sound, and a red light knocked Quirrell's wand into the air—he had just received special training from the Snake Ancestor last night.

Quirrell seemed to be frightened, but there was a blush on his face, and his eyes were pleasantly surprised, "Ai, Ai Lun, you are really, the most, most talented student I have ever seen! No, silent curse!" He said from the next table He picked up a book and handed it to Alan, "This, this book is for you! It contains very, very profound magic, and, maybe you will like it."

Allen took the book and saw a few frayed silver characters "...Level...Magic Theory" on its black cover. He thanked him and turned to leave. When he left the classroom, he stuffed it into the pocket where the space curse was cast. inside.

Draco looked at Alan who came late, and asked strangely, "What did that stutterer tell you?"

Allen narrowed his eyes, moved closer to Draco, and lowered his voice, "He wants to teach me the disarming spell, and he also gave me a book. With the magic power he showed and his proficiency in spells, he should be strong."

Draco pursed his lips. "Come on, that's him? Scared like that by a vampire!"

Allen lowered his eyes, feeling even more vigilant in his heart.

He has been observing here these days, Dumbledore's attention to him, Snape's attention to Harry, Quirrell's strange attitude, the theft from Gringotts, it seems that everyone is hiding something, he always feels as if There is a net spread out, but he has no idea where the source is or who the target is.This kind of ignorance made him very insecure, and he didn't know what to eat, so he simply put down the fork.

Soon, the flying lesson on Thursday afternoon made Allen experience the same frustration as the Potions class again.Before the class, he had been listening to Draco and the other little snakes bragging about how he nearly crashed into a helicopter while riding a broom. real helicopter.

Then he met Waterloo in his driving career.

Unlike Potions class, playing with broomsticks is a matter of talent.

Allen seemed to understand a little bit how children usually felt about him.

Seeing that Harry got the broom obediently with one yell, Draco succeeded twice, and he yelled "get up" for the tenth time with no expression on his face, the broom still didn't move, Draco looked at him gloating.

Allen squinted. He would exercise for 10 minutes every day under Edward's supervision since he was a child. When he was older, he would go to the military region for training every summer vacation. He had touched cars, military vehicles, even tanks, motorboats, yachts, motorboats, and even the joysticks of helicopters. , although he was not allowed to drive alone, it was considered an introduction, but he actually fell on the broomstick!

He took a deep breath and stared at the broom protruding from the left to the right, "If you don't get up again, I'll burn you!"

The broom trembled and jumped obediently into his hand.

When Salazar lay in his pocket and heard this sentence, he was very relieved. He was still worried that his little offspring was too gentle, how to teach him black magic, um, so he also had a temper!Very good!

Draco felt that Allen was quite scary sometimes!Especially when angry.He understood that, as a genius, Allen could easily cast all the spells, but when it came to the broom, he fell into a big hole, and no one could bear it.

However, there was something wrong with that Mr. Longbottom. Allen straddled the broom and looked sideways. He glanced at everyone and found that their focus was on that silly boy in the sky, so he simply threw the broom aside.Longbottom is one of the 28 surnames of pure blood. Since he is not a little Muggle wizard, it has nothing to do with him.

Allen looked at the miserable situation of the poor child and felt that the broom was more dangerous than the helicopter, and just when Allen was not paying attention, something happened there.

Draco picked up Neville's memory ball that fell on the ground, and began to spray venom like Snape. He turned his head and frowned, extremely arrogant. When Allen looked over, he just stepped on the vertical broom With a turn, he reached the air handsomely and smoothly, and easily stabilized his figure.

Allen smiled softly. It turned out that the little peacock was not just bragging about his skills.

The little peacock arrogantly threw the memory ball in the air, and shouted, "How about the roof? Why, Pote, can't you reach it?" That tugging and arrogant look made Alan's heart soften.

Harry looked angrily at Draco in the air, and flew into the sky despite Hermione's dissuasion.Draco seemed startled by Harry's momentum, and threw the memory ball far away, "Then you can try to get it!"

Harry passed Draco in an instant, speeding off after the Rememeber.

Draco's figure in the air was swayed by Harry's passing air for a moment, almost frightening Alan half to death, but fortunately, he quickly stabilized his figure and slowly descended from the air .

Allen hurried over to pick him up, took out the chocolate and was about to stuff it into his mouth, but the peacock had a rosy face and looked intently at the direction Harry was flying to. Allen stopped and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth .

...Looking at the spirit of this peacock, he is probably the only one who is frightened.