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"Malfoe really is self-inflicted and cannot live!" Allen felt that Malfoy was self-reliant after realizing the cuteness of Buckbeak.
Malfoy, who was remembered by Allen, didn't return to the castle until Thursday, with a bandage wrapped around his right arm and hung with a strap.
Surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, he swung violently in the auditorium. The leader was like a hero who died on the battlefield.
Compared with the lively scenes at Slytherin's table, the atmosphere at Ravenclaw's table was bleak, and Allen didn't understand what was happening.
Some Ravenclaw little wizards kept secretly looking at him, looking at him strangely, as if he would fall down and die at any time.
"Allen, you have to be careful recently." Edward stopped talking and finally spoke.
"Although I know you don't believe this, Professor Traulini looks really mysterious!" Edward looked awed.
"Professor Traulini?" Allen was confused, somehow.
"Sorry, can you tell me, what the **** happened?" Allen was a little annoyed. "I didn't choose Divination Class!"
Didn't choose Traulini's class, how could it involve him? Isn't it Harry?
"Although the professor did not specify who it is, we all think of you!" Edward explained.
"In today ’s class, Professor Traulini said that in our class, one of the best students will encounter ominously! The spooky big dog that haunts the cemetery has stared at him, and that is a bad omen-the most A terrible omen-an omen of death! "
Edward looks worried, "We all think that she must refer to you! Only you deserve the best!"
"Look, you always encounter a lot of excitement! Mysterious people, basilisks, dementors, eagles and winged beasts ... It's too dangerous!" Edward can even give an example!
The little wizards in Ravenclaw nodded again and again, seemingly agree with Edward's words.
Allen looked at Edward as they worried, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he smiled gently.
"I think you must have misunderstood Professor Traulini."
Allen patted Edward on the shoulder, "Although you think I am the best wizard of this year, this makes me very happy!"
"Professor Traulini is definitely not me." Allen said firmly.
"It's not you, who else?" Edward, who was so convinced by Allen's words, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was a little uneasy.
Who can be better and better than Allen?
"If you and Gryffindor classmates exchange messages, you will find that she is actually referring to-Harry!"
Allen poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and shrugged carelessly.
"Harry?" Edward and several Ravenclaws looked suspiciously at the downcast Harry at Gryffindor's table.
How to look, he does not seem to be the best!
"Perhaps, probably--is it because of defeating the mysterious man or something?" Edward guessed uncertainly.
"But Allen has beaten too!" Michael Kona raised his black hair, disdainfully.
"Anyway, it's not me who is ominously targeted, isn't this good?" Allen added some more lamb chops for himself.
The atmosphere at Ravenclaw's table was relaxed, and everyone was eating and talking about the omen in their crystal ball.
Allen couldn't help laughing when he saw the heated discussion in Ravenclaw.
Prof. Traulini is indeed a true prophet.
But it is a pity that perhaps in her life, only a few times were true predictions.
Most of the time, it's just a sensation.
Of course, since her so-called ominous is not referring to Allen, naturally Allen would not go to the trouble of a professor.
After lunch break, Allen quickly went to Professor Flitwick ’s office. He needed to bring the lecture notes and Ravenclaw ’s homework to the classroom of the Curse class and distribute it to everyone before the class.
Obviously, after Dumbledore, the professors realized that Allen was a very good assistant.
And Professor Flitwick, as the dean of Ravenclaw, got the first moon near the water platform, greeted Allen in advance and made Allen his assistant.
A bunch of homework floated, following behind Allen, Allen walked lightly away from Professor Flitwick's office.
Quietly and empty in the corridor, everyone was taking a lunch break.
On the corner of the fourth floor, Allen bumped into a person.
The book was spread all over the floor.
The man's schoolbag cracked and all the thick books fell to the ground.
A girl with tousled curly hair squatted down quickly-it was Hermione!
She was panting, holding the broken schoolbag in one hand, and the other hand seemed to be stuffing something under the robe.
"Sorry, Hermione!" Alan took the lead in apologizing and pulled out his wand.
Hermione looked up and noticed Alan, looking embarrassed.
"Allen, you can't cast spells in the hallway!" Hermione saw Alan's wand in his hand and reminded quickly.
"Of course, I know this rule." Allen seldom smiled mischievously. "However, there is no regulation that magic spells cannot be used in the classroom!"
Allen pulled Hermione and quickly walked into the Curse Classroom.
"Hey ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Allen, my book--" Hermione hurriedly said.
"Look!" Allen had just stepped into the classroom and pointed his wand at the scattered books in the corridor. "The magic book is flying!"
A large part of the book obediently flew into the Curse Classroom, neatly stacked on the podium.
Allen looked at Hermione ’s backpack and reached for it, “Restoring as usual, strengthening!”
The long, cracked gap in the backpack disappeared, restoring the original appearance.
"Thank you, Allen!" Hermione blushed suspiciously.
"It's nothing, a trifle!" Allen smiled gently.
"However, Hermione, your schoolwork burden is really too heavy. Every professor will assign a lot of homework, which will make your body unable to eat." Allen persuaded.
Hermione twisted her fingers in embarrassment without saying a word.
"In fact, there are some courses that you really don't need to choose, for example-Muggle research!" Alan's tone is sincere, he really doesn't think it is a wise decision to choose all subjects.
"However, it would be fascinating to study Muggles from the perspective of a wizard." Hermione looked eager.
"So, what do you think of removing divination classes?" Allen changed his proposal.
"Perhaps, you are right, I will consider it." Hermione was obviously moved, "Professor Traulini said that my aura is very small, there is no perception of the future!"
It seemed that Hermione was sore about Professor Traulini's words.
She always cares so much about the evaluation of professors.
Such a little stubborn Hermione made Alan tolerate.
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"Malfoe really is self-inflicted and cannot live!" Allen felt that Malfoy was self-reliant after realizing the cuteness of Buckbeak.
Malfoy, who was remembered by Allen, didn't return to the castle until Thursday, with a bandage wrapped around his right arm and hung with a strap.
Surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, he swung violently in the auditorium. The leader was like a hero who died on the battlefield.
Compared with the lively scenes at Slytherin's table, the atmosphere at Ravenclaw's table was bleak, and Allen didn't understand what was happening.
Some Ravenclaw little wizards kept secretly looking at him, looking at him strangely, as if he would fall down and die at any time.
"Allen, you have to be careful recently." Edward stopped talking and finally spoke.
"Although I know you don't believe this, Professor Traulini looks really mysterious!" Edward looked awed.
"Professor Traulini?" Allen was confused, somehow.
"Sorry, can you tell me, what the **** happened?" Allen was a little annoyed. "I didn't choose Divination Class!"
Didn't choose Traulini's class, how could it involve him? Isn't it Harry?
"Although the professor did not specify who it is, we all think of you!" Edward explained.
"In today ’s class, Professor Traulini said that in our class, one of the best students will encounter ominously! The spooky big dog that haunts the cemetery has stared at him, and that is a bad omen-the most A terrible omen-an omen of death! "
Edward looks worried, "We all think that she must refer to you! Only you deserve the best!"
"Look, you always encounter a lot of excitement! Mysterious people, basilisks, dementors, eagles and winged beasts ... It's too dangerous!" Edward can even give an example!
The little wizards in Ravenclaw nodded again and again, seemingly agree with Edward's words.
Allen looked at Edward as they worried, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he smiled gently.
"I think you must have misunderstood Professor Traulini."
Allen patted Edward on the shoulder, "Although you think I am the best wizard of this year, this makes me very happy!"
"Professor Traulini is definitely not me." Allen said firmly.
"It's not you, who else?" Edward, who was so convinced by Allen's words, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was a little uneasy.
Who can be better and better than Allen?
"If you and Gryffindor classmates exchange messages, you will find that she is actually referring to-Harry!"
Allen poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and shrugged carelessly.
"Harry?" Edward and several Ravenclaws looked suspiciously at the downcast Harry at Gryffindor's table.
How to look, he does not seem to be the best!
"Perhaps, probably--is it because of defeating the mysterious man or something?" Edward guessed uncertainly.
"But Allen has beaten too!" Michael Kona raised his black hair, disdainfully.
"Anyway, it's not me who is ominously targeted, isn't this good?" Allen added some more lamb chops for himself.
The atmosphere at Ravenclaw's table was relaxed, and everyone was eating and talking about the omen in their crystal ball.
Allen couldn't help laughing when he saw the heated discussion in Ravenclaw.
Prof. Traulini is indeed a true prophet.
But it is a pity that perhaps in her life, only a few times were true predictions.
Most of the time, it's just a sensation.
Of course, since her so-called ominous is not referring to Allen, naturally Allen would not go to the trouble of a professor.
After lunch break, Allen quickly went to Professor Flitwick ’s office. He needed to bring the lecture notes and Ravenclaw ’s homework to the classroom of the Curse class and distribute it to everyone before the class.
Obviously, after Dumbledore, the professors realized that Allen was a very good assistant.
And Professor Flitwick, as the dean of Ravenclaw, got the first moon near the water platform, greeted Allen in advance and made Allen his assistant.
A bunch of homework floated, following behind Allen, Allen walked lightly away from Professor Flitwick's office.
Quietly and empty in the corridor, everyone was taking a lunch break.
On the corner of the fourth floor, Allen bumped into a person.
The book was spread all over the floor.
The man's schoolbag cracked and all the thick books fell to the ground.
A girl with tousled curly hair squatted down quickly-it was Hermione!
She was panting, holding the broken schoolbag in one hand, and the other hand seemed to be stuffing something under the robe.
"Sorry, Hermione!" Alan took the lead in apologizing and pulled out his wand.
Hermione looked up and noticed Alan, looking embarrassed.
"Allen, you can't cast spells in the hallway!" Hermione saw Alan's wand in his hand and reminded quickly.
"Of course, I know this rule." Allen seldom smiled mischievously. "However, there is no regulation that magic spells cannot be used in the classroom!"
Allen pulled Hermione and quickly walked into the Curse Classroom.
"Hey ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Allen, my book--" Hermione hurriedly said.
"Look!" Allen had just stepped into the classroom and pointed his wand at the scattered books in the corridor. "The magic book is flying!"
A large part of the book obediently flew into the Curse Classroom, neatly stacked on the podium.
Allen looked at Hermione ’s backpack and reached for it, “Restoring as usual, strengthening!”
The long, cracked gap in the backpack disappeared, restoring the original appearance.
"Thank you, Allen!" Hermione blushed suspiciously.
"It's nothing, a trifle!" Allen smiled gently.
"However, Hermione, your schoolwork burden is really too heavy. Every professor will assign a lot of homework, which will make your body unable to eat." Allen persuaded.
Hermione twisted her fingers in embarrassment without saying a word.
"In fact, there are some courses that you really don't need to choose, for example-Muggle research!" Alan's tone is sincere, he really doesn't think it is a wise decision to choose all subjects.
"However, it would be fascinating to study Muggles from the perspective of a wizard." Hermione looked eager.
"So, what do you think of removing divination classes?" Allen changed his proposal.
"Perhaps, you are right, I will consider it." Hermione was obviously moved, "Professor Traulini said that my aura is very small, there is no perception of the future!"
It seemed that Hermione was sore about Professor Traulini's words.
She always cares so much about the evaluation of professors.
Such a little stubborn Hermione made Alan tolerate.
"Malfoe really is self-inflicted and cannot live!" Allen felt that Malfoy was self-reliant after realizing the cuteness of Buckbeak.Malfoy, who was remembered by Allen, didn't return to the castle until Thursday, with a bandage wrapped around his right arm and hung with a strap.Surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, he swung violently in the auditorium. The leader was like a hero who died on the battlefield.Compared with the lively scenes at Slytherin's table, the atmosphere at Ravenclaw's table was bleak, and Allen didn't understand what was happening.Some Ravenclaw little wizards kept secretly looking at him, looking at him strangely, as if he would fall down and die at any time."Allen, you have to be careful recently." Edward stopped talking and finally spoke."Although I know you don't believe this, Professor Traulini looks really mysterious!" Edward looked awed."Professor Traulini?" Allen was confused, somehow."Sorry, can you tell me, what the **** happened?" Allen was a little annoyed. "I didn't choose Divination Class!"Didn't choose Traulini's class, how could it involve him? Isn't it Harry?"Although the professor did not specify who it is, we all think of you!" Edward explained."In today 's class, Professor Traulini said that in our class, one of the best students will encounter ominously! The spooky big dog that haunts the cemetery has stared at him, and that is a bad omen-the most A terrible omen-an omen of death! "Edward looks worried, "We all think that she must refer to you! Only you deserve the best!""Look, you always encounter a lot of excitement! Mysterious people, basilisks, dementors, eagles and winged beasts ... It's too dangerous!" Edward can even give an example!The little wizards in Ravenclaw nodded again and again, seemingly agree with Edward's words.Allen looked at Edward as they worried, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he smiled gently."I think you must have misunderstood Professor Traulini."Allen patted Edward on the shoulder, "Although you think I am the best wizard of this year, this makes me very happy!""Professor Traulini is definitely not me." Allen said firmly."It's not you, who else?" Edward, who was so convinced by Allen's words, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was a little uneasy.Who can be better and better than Allen?"If you and Gryffindor classmates exchange messages, you will find that she is actually referring to-Harry!"Allen poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and shrugged carelessly."Harry?" Edward and several Ravenclaws looked suspiciously at the downcast Harry at Gryffindor's table.How to look, he does not seem to be the best!"Perhaps, probably--is it because of defeating the mysterious man or something?" Edward guessed uncertainly."But Allen has beaten too!" Michael Kona raised his black hair, disdainfully."Anyway, it's not me who is ominously targeted, isn't this good?" Allen added some more lamb chops for himself.The atmosphere at Ravenclaw's table was relaxed, and everyone was eating and talking about the omen in their crystal ball.Allen couldn't help laughing when he saw the heated discussion in Ravenclaw.Prof. Traulini is indeed a true prophet.But it is a pity that perhaps in her life, only a few times were true predictions.Most of the time, it's just a sensation.Of course, since her so-called ominous is not referring to Allen, naturally Allen would not go to the trouble of a professor.After lunch break, Allen quickly went to Professor Flitwick 's office. He needed to bring the lecture notes and Ravenclaw 's homework to the classroom of the Curse class and distribute it to everyone before the class.Obviously, after Dumbledore, the professors realized that Allen was a very good assistant.And Professor Flitwick, as the dean of Ravenclaw, got the first moon near the water platform, greeted Allen in advance and made Allen his assistant.A bunch of homework floated, following behind Allen, Allen walked lightly away from Professor Flitwick's office.Quietly and empty in the corridor, everyone was taking a lunch break.On the corner of the fourth floor, Allen bumped into a person.The book was spread all over the floor.The man's schoolbag cracked and all the thick books fell to the ground.A girl with tousled curly hair squatted down quickly-it was Hermione!She was panting, holding the broken schoolbag in one hand, and the other hand seemed to be stuffing something under the robe."Sorry, Hermione!" Alan took the lead in apologizing and pulled out his wand.Hermione looked up and noticed Alan, looking embarrassed."Allen, you can't cast spells in the hallway!" Hermione saw Alan's wand in his hand and reminded quickly."Of course, I know this rule." Allen seldom smiled mischievously. "However, there is no regulation that magic spells cannot be used in the classroom!"Allen pulled Hermione and quickly walked into the Curse Classroom."Hey ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Allen, my book--" Hermione hurriedly said."Look!" Allen had just stepped into the classroom and pointed his wand at the scattered books in the corridor. "The magic book is flying!"A large part of the book obediently flew into the Curse Classroom, neatly stacked on the podium.Allen looked at Hermione 's backpack and reached for it, Restoring as usual, strengthening!The long, cracked gap in the backpack disappeared, restoring the original appearance."Thank you, Allen!" Hermione blushed suspiciously."It's nothing, a trifle!" Allen smiled gently."However, Hermione, your schoolwork burden is really too heavy. Every professor will assign a lot of homework, which will make your body unable to eat." Allen persuaded.Hermione twisted her fingers in embarrassment without saying a word."In fact, there are some courses that you really don't need to choose, for example-Muggle research!" Alan's tone is sincere, he really doesn't think it is a wise decision to choose all subjects."However, it would be fascinating to study Muggles from the perspective of a wizard." Hermione looked eager."So, what do you think of removing divination classes?" Allen changed his proposal."Perhaps, you are right, I will consider it." Hermione was obviously moved, "Professor Traulini said that my aura is very small, there is no perception of the future!"It seemed that Hermione was sore about Professor Traulini's words.She always cares so much about the evaluation of professors.Such a little stubborn Hermione made Alan tolerate.
