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"Speaking of prophecy, Professor, I just have some understanding!" Allen said in a deep voice.
Dumbledore put his hands together and supported his chin, staring at the little wizard in front of him with interest.
"It was a coincidence that I learned something from ancient books," Allen looked at Dumbledore's eyes. "Prophecy is just a possibility for the future, and things that don't have predictions can happen."
"When we know a prophecy, we can make some preparations to the maximum to deal with the greatest possible fate." Dumbledore said calmly.
"But the more you believe in the prophecy, the more likely it will happen. As far as I know, there are two boys who meet the prophecy, and Neville is one of them." Allen looked at Dumbledore meaningfully.
"But Voldemort personally marked Harry." Professor Dumbledore continued.
"So do you think that the fate of the two boys and the two families is in between Voldemort's thoughts?" Allen's gentleness disappeared, sharply as if a sheathed sword.
"It's just Voldemort's choice, Allen." Professor Dumbledore remained calm.
"Yes, the strong control the destiny, and the weak are controlled by others." Allen said firmly, stating his ideas.
"I think that my life should have my own grasp. I will not revolve around a savior and wait for victory to come. I will continue to strengthen my strength to meet any challenges." Allen said proudly.
Dumbledore's eyes cast a hint of depression, and the young boy in front of him couldn't help but remind him of someone.
A partner he was very close when he was young, a guy who also admired power, and a handsome man who was extremely interested in black magic.
Yes, Allen got a lot of black magic from the Black family, and he is so advocating power, it is so similar to Grindelwald!
"Allen, everyone wants to be the protagonist, but following the path of fate, the road will be much smoother." Dumbledore stared at Allen's eyes, as if re-judging the teenager in front of him.
"Professor, I think everyone is their own protagonist, and my life is wonderful," Allen insisted.
"Since you insist—" Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and continued: "I just hope you stay away from Harry, don't affect him, don't interfere with his mission."
Allen gave Dumbledore a deep look, and he was so sure that his plan would guarantee Harry victory in that matchup?
"Professor, my desire for knowledge is endless." Allen suddenly changed the subject. "I hope, you can agree to borrow me in the restricted area."
Dumbledore was startled and looked at Allen. "Allen, I think, are you too obsessed with dark magic, if so—"
Allen pulled out his wand in an instant: "Call the guard!"
The silver phoenix spewed from the top of the wand, circling the office in Dumbledore's surprised eyes.
Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox tilted his head and looked at the Phoenix with interest until it disappeared.
Fox's eyes stayed on Allen again, and his expression was full of friendliness and curiosity.
Dumbledore's expression calmed down, and those who were completely immersed in black magic could not exhibit the patron saint. It was not only a sign of strong magic power, but also represented a guardian, love and hope in the heart.
The moonlight glides slowly, illuminating a silver ink bottle and a beautiful red feather pen.
A piece of parchment floated quietly to the table. Dumbledore picked up the quill and the cap of the ink bottle unscrewed automatically.
But soon, he put down the quill again.
"Allen, I slept soundly at night, as did Mrs. Pins." Professor Dumbledore said suddenly.
It seems that there is nothing like it, but Allen understands.
"I think I can always let this silver phoenix soar in the sky." Alan Shensheng assured.
Out of Dumbledore's office, Allen looked at the monster guarding the door and couldn't help laughing.
Professor Dumbledore, let us see, whose method is more effective.
Allen walked in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.
The corridor was quiet at this time, and the night became thicker and thicker.
"The resurrection is in me and my life is in me. There is nothing invincible. I believe that everything is possible."
Allen's conviction became firmer, his footsteps echoed in the air, but his heart was quiet.
"Allen!" It was Penello, who suddenly emerged from the corner.
"Penello, you haven't returned yet." Allen said in surprise.
On this quiet night, the eyes of the two were entangled, smiling at each other.
The two slowly returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.
After washing, Allen plunged himself into a soft bed.
This evening, Allen's body is undergoing a strange change.
All the thoughts caused by one day's study and night experience suddenly disappeared.
His body fluttered, but his senses also seemed to be more acute.
He seemed to be in a very strange place.
In the blue, transparent and endless sea, there was a beautiful song.
This sound-like the song of Luna that day!
The singing gradually changed from single to multiple singing, and the mysterious harmony moved the soul.
Ascending from the sea to heaven, it was as if a banshee like Lorelle wanted to seduce a fascinating heart.
The fascinating music still didn't stop. In the dim light, Allen seemed to come to the dimly lit library. A girl with a lovely fluffy hair was studying hard at the desk.
The girl opened her red lips slightly, and the tip of her tongue licked gently on her lips.
Allen's eyes couldn't help but linger on her slender, white wrists and slightly opened red lips, the white front teeth looming as the red lips opened and closed.
Allen held out his eager hand, but in an instant, all the scenes melted.
He came to the Curse Classroom, and under the moonlight, Penello was sitting in a chair, his robes slipping, and his sturdy legs appeared before him.
The moonlight flickered, and the three women turned into a phantom, enveloping Alan, floating up and down.
He seemed to be back in bed again~www.novelhall.com~ The phantom also leaned in.
He tried his best to see her face clearly, it seemed very familiar, but very strange.
The long white dress covered her feet, but her upper body was half covered.
Her hair flowed like a wave of water, and her hopeful eyes were charming.
Allen closed his eyes and dared not look at it again, but his senses opened his eyes to the joy that had never existed before.
The cold and soft lips were attached to his anxious lips; his chest was warm and hot.
Allen felt that this love was almost painful, this **** was almost tortured.
However, the more he pushed away this strange love, the more his senses became obsessed with the charm of this mysterious dream.
Finally, he surrendered, he indulged in joy, accepting kisses, ecstasy in this unprecedented dream, and finally panting tired, sweating, and falling down exhausted.
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"Speaking of prophecy, Professor, I just have some understanding!" Allen said in a deep voice.
Dumbledore put his hands together and supported his chin, staring at the little wizard in front of him with interest.
"It was a coincidence that I learned something from ancient books," Allen looked at Dumbledore's eyes. "Prophecy is just a possibility for the future, and things that don't have predictions can happen."
"When we know a prophecy, we can make some preparations to the maximum to deal with the greatest possible fate." Dumbledore said calmly.
"But the more you believe in the prophecy, the more likely it will happen. As far as I know, there are two boys who meet the prophecy, and Neville is one of them." Allen looked at Dumbledore meaningfully.
"But Voldemort personally marked Harry." Professor Dumbledore continued.
"So do you think that the fate of the two boys and the two families is in between Voldemort's thoughts?" Allen's gentleness disappeared, sharply as if a sheathed sword.
"It's just Voldemort's choice, Allen." Professor Dumbledore remained calm.
"Yes, the strong control the destiny, and the weak are controlled by others." Allen said firmly, stating his ideas.
"I think that my life should have my own grasp. I will not revolve around a savior and wait for victory to come. I will continue to strengthen my strength to meet any challenges." Allen said proudly.
Dumbledore's eyes cast a hint of depression, and the young boy in front of him couldn't help but remind him of someone.
A partner he was very close when he was young, a guy who also admired power, and a handsome man who was extremely interested in black magic.
Yes, Allen got a lot of black magic from the Black family, and he is so advocating power, it is so similar to Grindelwald!
"Allen, everyone wants to be the protagonist, but following the path of fate, the road will be much smoother." Dumbledore stared at Allen's eyes, as if re-judging the teenager in front of him.
"Professor, I think everyone is their own protagonist, and my life is wonderful," Allen insisted.
"Since you insist—" Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and continued: "I just hope you stay away from Harry, don't affect him, don't interfere with his mission."
Allen gave Dumbledore a deep look, and he was so sure that his plan would guarantee Harry victory in that matchup?
"Professor, my desire for knowledge is endless." Allen suddenly changed the subject. "I hope, you can agree to borrow me in the restricted area."
Dumbledore was startled and looked at Allen. "Allen, I think, are you too obsessed with dark magic, if so—"
Allen pulled out his wand in an instant: "Call the guard!"
The silver phoenix spewed from the top of the wand, circling the office in Dumbledore's surprised eyes.
Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox tilted his head and looked at the Phoenix with interest until it disappeared.
Fox's eyes stayed on Allen again, and his expression was full of friendliness and curiosity.
Dumbledore's expression calmed down, and those who were completely immersed in black magic could not exhibit the patron saint. It was not only a sign of strong magic power, but also represented a guardian, love and hope in the heart.
The moonlight glides slowly, illuminating a silver ink bottle and a beautiful red feather pen.
A piece of parchment floated quietly to the table. Dumbledore picked up the quill and the cap of the ink bottle unscrewed automatically.
But soon, he put down the quill again.
"Allen, I slept soundly at night, as did Mrs. Pins." Professor Dumbledore said suddenly.
It seems that there is nothing like it, but Allen understands.
"I think I can always let this silver phoenix soar in the sky." Alan Shensheng assured.
Out of Dumbledore's office, Allen looked at the monster guarding the door and couldn't help laughing.
Professor Dumbledore, let us see, whose method is more effective.
Allen walked in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.
The corridor was quiet at this time, and the night became thicker and thicker.
"The resurrection is in me and my life is in me. There is nothing invincible. I believe that everything is possible."
Allen's conviction became firmer, his footsteps echoed in the air, but his heart was quiet.
"Allen!" It was Penello, who suddenly emerged from the corner.
"Penello, you haven't returned yet." Allen said in surprise.
On this quiet night, the eyes of the two were entangled, smiling at each other.
The two slowly returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.
After washing, Allen plunged himself into a soft bed.
This evening, Allen's body is undergoing a strange change.
All the thoughts caused by one day's study and night experience suddenly disappeared.
His body fluttered, but his senses also seemed to be more acute.
He seemed to be in a very strange place.
In the blue, transparent and endless sea, there was a beautiful song.
This sound-like the song of Luna that day!
The singing gradually changed from single to multiple singing, and the mysterious harmony moved the soul.
Ascending from the sea to heaven, it was as if a banshee like Lorelle wanted to seduce a fascinating heart.
The fascinating music still didn't stop. In the dim light, Allen seemed to come to the dimly lit library. A girl with a lovely fluffy hair was studying hard at the desk.
The girl opened her red lips slightly, and the tip of her tongue licked gently on her lips.
Allen's eyes couldn't help but linger on her slender, white wrists and slightly opened red lips, the white front teeth looming as the red lips opened and closed.
Allen held out his eager hand, but in an instant, all the scenes melted.
He came to the Curse Classroom, and under the moonlight, Penello was sitting in a chair, his robes slipping, and his sturdy legs appeared before him.
The moonlight flickered, and the three women turned into a phantom, enveloping Alan, floating up and down.
He seemed to be back in bed again~www.novelhall.com~ The phantom also leaned in.
He tried his best to see her face clearly, it seemed very familiar, but very strange.
The long white dress covered her feet, but her upper body was half covered.
Her hair flowed like a wave of water, and her hopeful eyes were charming.
Allen closed his eyes and dared not look at it again, but his senses opened his eyes to the joy that had never existed before.
The cold and soft lips were attached to his anxious lips; his chest was warm and hot.
Allen felt that this love was almost painful, this **** was almost tortured.
However, the more he pushed away this strange love, the more his senses became obsessed with the charm of this mysterious dream.
Finally, he surrendered, he indulged in joy, accepting kisses, ecstasy in this unprecedented dream, and finally panting tired, sweating, and falling down exhausted.
"Speaking of prophecy, Professor, I just have some understanding!" Allen said in a deep voice.Dumbledore put his hands together and supported his chin, staring at the little wizard in front of him with interest."It was a coincidence that I learned something from ancient books," Allen looked at Dumbledore's eyes. "Prophecy is just a possibility for the future, and things that don't have predictions can happen.""When we know a prophecy, we can make some preparations to the maximum to deal with the greatest possible fate." Dumbledore said calmly."But the more you believe in the prophecy, the more likely it will happen. As far as I know, there are two boys who meet the prophecy, and Neville is one of them." Allen looked at Dumbledore meaningfully."But Voldemort personally marked Harry." Professor Dumbledore continued."So do you think that the fate of the two boys and the two families is in between Voldemort's thoughts?" Allen's gentleness disappeared, sharply as if a sheathed sword."It's just Voldemort's choice, Allen." Professor Dumbledore remained calm."Yes, the strong control the destiny, and the weak are controlled by others." Allen said firmly, stating his ideas."I think that my life should have my own grasp. I will not revolve around a savior and wait for victory to come. I will continue to strengthen my strength to meet any challenges." Allen said proudly.Dumbledore's eyes cast a hint of depression, and the young boy in front of him couldn't help but remind him of someone.A partner he was very close when he was young, a guy who also admired power, and a handsome man who was extremely interested in black magic.Yes, Allen got a lot of black magic from the Black family, and he is so advocating power, it is so similar to Grindelwald!"Allen, everyone wants to be the protagonist, but following the path of fate, the road will be much smoother." Dumbledore stared at Allen's eyes, as if re-judging the teenager in front of him."Professor, I think everyone is their own protagonist, and my life is wonderful," Allen insisted."Since you insist" Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and continued: "I just hope you stay away from Harry, don't affect him, don't interfere with his mission."Allen gave Dumbledore a deep look, and he was so sure that his plan would guarantee Harry victory in that matchup?"Professor, my desire for knowledge is endless." Allen suddenly changed the subject. "I hope, you can agree to borrow me in the restricted area."Dumbledore was startled and looked at Allen. "Allen, I think, are you too obsessed with dark magic, if so"Allen pulled out his wand in an instant: "Call the guard!"The silver phoenix spewed from the top of the wand, circling the office in Dumbledore's surprised eyes.Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox tilted his head and looked at the Phoenix with interest until it disappeared.Fox's eyes stayed on Allen again, and his expression was full of friendliness and curiosity.Dumbledore's expression calmed down, and those who were completely immersed in black magic could not exhibit the patron saint. It was not only a sign of strong magic power, but also represented a guardian, love and hope in the heart.The moonlight glides slowly, illuminating a silver ink bottle and a beautiful red feather pen.A piece of parchment floated quietly to the table. Dumbledore picked up the quill and the cap of the ink bottle unscrewed automatically.But soon, he put down the quill again."Allen, I slept soundly at night, as did Mrs. Pins." Professor Dumbledore said suddenly.It seems that there is nothing like it, but Allen understands."I think I can always let this silver phoenix soar in the sky." Alan Shensheng assured.Out of Dumbledore's office, Allen looked at the monster guarding the door and couldn't help laughing.Professor Dumbledore, let us see, whose method is more effective.Allen walked in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.The corridor was quiet at this time, and the night became thicker and thicker."The resurrection is in me and my life is in me. There is nothing invincible. I believe that everything is possible."Allen's conviction became firmer, his footsteps echoed in the air, but his heart was quiet."Allen!" It was Penello, who suddenly emerged from the corner."Penello, you haven't returned yet." Allen said in surprise.On this quiet night, the eyes of the two were entangled, smiling at each other.The two slowly returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.After washing, Allen plunged himself into a soft bed.This evening, Allen's body is undergoing a strange change.All the thoughts caused by one day's study and night experience suddenly disappeared.His body fluttered, but his senses also seemed to be more acute.He seemed to be in a very strange place.In the blue, transparent and endless sea, there was a beautiful song.This sound-like the song of Luna that day!The singing gradually changed from single to multiple singing, and the mysterious harmony moved the soul.Ascending from the sea to heaven, it was as if a banshee like Lorelle wanted to seduce a fascinating heart.The fascinating music still didn't stop. In the dim light, Allen seemed to come to the dimly lit library. A girl with a lovely fluffy hair was studying hard at the desk.The girl opened her red lips slightly, and the tip of her tongue licked gently on her lips.Allen's eyes couldn't help but linger on her slender, white wrists and slightly opened red lips, the white front teeth looming as the red lips opened and closed.Allen held out his eager hand, but in an instant, all the scenes melted.He came to the Curse Classroom, and under the moonlight, Penello was sitting in a chair, his robes slipping, and his sturdy legs appeared before him.The moonlight flickered, and the three women turned into a phantom, enveloping Alan, floating up and down.He seemed to be back in bed again~www.novelhall.com~ The phantom also leaned in.He tried his best to see her face clearly, it seemed very familiar, but very strange.The long white dress covered her feet, but her upper body was half covered.Her hair flowed like a wave of water, and her hopeful eyes were charming.Allen closed his eyes and dared not look at it again, but his senses opened his eyes to the joy that had never existed before.The cold and soft lips were attached to his anxious lips; his chest was warm and hot.Allen felt that this love was almost painful, this **** was almost tortured.However, the more he pushed away this strange love, the more his senses became obsessed with the charm of this mysterious dream.Finally, he surrendered, he indulged in joy, accepting kisses, ecstasy in this unprecedented dream, and finally panting tired, sweating, and falling down exhausted.
