The pointy sorting hat hanging on the top of the cabinet behind the headmaster's desk suddenly spoke. The crack next to the hat opened up like a mouth. "Gentlemen! Please do not fight in the headmaster's office! You will break my newly repaired skin … We must be united internally, or everything will fall apart from the inside … "
Under the new system, the leather of the sorting hat and the worn brim of the hat had been repaired. Many of the wrinkles had been smoothed out. Compared to the dirty, patched, and dusty appearance of the hat, the house elf had cleaned and maintained it regularly. At least when it was not talking, it looked like a normal wizard's hat. At this moment, the tip of the hat was bent. After changing into a new set of clothes, it seemed that it had forgotten its previous carelessness. If it were not for the fact that it had no feet, it would obviously want to hide itself to prevent its new skin from being damaged.
But Littlehand did not care about the sorting hat's feelings. He had already pulled out two metal wands from the cabinet and accurately threw them towards the two men who were confronting each other.
"Come on, snot. Let me see how much you've improved … Heh, metal wands?" Sirius took the suppressive wand and kept his. After Snape did the same, the two of them casually made a duel ritual and bowed slightly. Then, Sirius began to chant. "Fuchsia Bell!"
Snape did not recite any incantation. He only waved his wand at Sirius. He did not show any obvious signs. There were no light beams, sparks or threads of light to conceal themselves. Vicious black magic gushed out forcefully from his suppressive wand …
A short while later.
There was a flash of light in the headmaster's office. Allen hummed a tuneless jazz tune as he returned to the private room behind his desk. He had just fed Hermione some chicken soup made by Maggie. The brief moment of tenderness made him happy and his face rosy. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised because of the joy. Ahnka, who was on Allen's shoulder, also ate some chicken soup and was satisfied. The chicken fat on its beak was not cleaned off yet.
"Sorry, I'm late … I … F * ck!"
The next moment, Allen's smile froze on his face. Ahnka on his shoulder grabbed Allen's shoulder to stabilize itself. Both man and bird were stunned by the scene in front of them.
Glass shards fell from the slender tables from time to time. The sound of water splashing made the headmaster's office sound even more elegant. One of the glass tanks filled with dark green liquid was broken into pieces. A brain floated in the air and tried to entangle Sirius. It was like a jumping fish, spitting out silk as it flew. Like a film roll, it unfurled and wrapped itself around Sirius, who was covered in scratches. He looked like a beggar, and many parts of his body were badly mutilated. Besides dealing with the brain that looked like a flying cauliflower, Sirius also had to deal with the black snake that Snape summoned with his Black Dragon Out of the Cave.
Snape looked more presentable than Sirius, but one of his eyes had been beaten black by Sirius, and his hooked nose was crooked. It happened to be in the opposite direction of Dumbledore's crooked nose. His hand that was not using his wand was on his waist. It was not for the sake of posture, but because the belt under his robe had been blown apart. The headmaster of Slytherin had to use this method to prevent his pants from falling down.
Under such circumstances, the middle-aged wizard with the black curly hair and the greasy middle-aged wizard with the black hair were obviously fighting to the point of insanity. Both of them would cast a few curses at each other from time to time.
However, Allen's attention only lingered on the two for a moment before it was pulled back to the headmaster's office that he had meticulously renovated during the summer vacation. At this time, it was a mess. Most of the decorations in the headmaster's office had been destroyed, and the portraits of the previous headmasters who had not really suffered any damage were basically gone. The old headmasters had already run out of the office to seek refuge. Only Sirius' ancestor, Phineas Nigel, remained. Nigel?? Blake poked his head out from time to time to observe the duel between his descendants.
Ahn-Kha, who had just eaten its fill, was completely unprepared for the situation in front of it. Its round eyes stared at the scene in front of it in disbelief. It suddenly flapped its wings and flew around its mithril plated perch. It carefully looked around and found that it was intact and undamaged. Only then did the phoenix relax a little. It then squatted on its perch and stopped moving. Its sharp, oily beak pointed in the direction of Sirius and Snape, vigilantly guarding its perch.
Allen, who had predicted the loss, raised his pale hand that looked more blood-red than usual. First, he redirected the attacks that Snape and Sirius had shot at each other in mid-air, causing them to let out a muffled groan. Then, he turned the suppressive wands in their hands into two large vipers that ambushed the two wizards who were still paying attention to each other, entangling them in place.
Before the Flying Brain could continue its attack on Sirius, Allen caught it with his bare hands. The sticky brain curled up and wrapped Allen's hand. The brain's tentacles entangled Allen's fingers and tried to pierce his skin, but it was as if they had pierced a layer of thick iron armor. The seemingly soft but actually sharp tentacles could not pierce Allen's skin. The headmaster of Hogwarts then threw the brain back into another intact glass jar.
"Headmaster Harris, you idiot!"
"Hiss …" Sirius, who had lost his freedom, seemed to have only just felt the scars caused by the tentacles. He cursed angrily, "These disgusting Flying Broccoli are with Snot just because he's a professor at Hogwarts?"
"Stupid dog, your Brain Seal spell sucks." Snape mocked in disdain. "It just thinks that you're easier to deal with!"
"Shut up! Are you two here to tear down my headmaster's office? That's the damage caused by black magic. It's hard to repair. " Alan pointed his finger at the messy floor. The exquisite silverware that had been smashed into pieces. The slender table with ornaments on it had fallen apart on the floor. A few slender legs were broken and rolled in different directions. The mottled blade marks on the tall fireplace were shocking to the eye. The picture frame that had been torn apart had black scorch marks on it. There were still remnants of black magic waves on it...
Sirius and Snape finally regained some of their senses and stopped struggling. They could not help but feel a little embarrassed when they saw the state of the headmaster's office. Snape, in particular, was ashamed. It was not because of Allen, but because of Sirius, he had lost some of his composure.
But at this time, Alan's attention was on the words left by the little hand on the long table. He instantly estimated the cause and effect of the matter and moved his fingers. The little hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, causing the palm of his hand to face up. After that, Alan took out the mithril wand that was used as a pointer and whipped it three times. He then pulled it back to its original cushion. A transparent glass cover flew from the corner of the room and covered the little hand.
"Instigating a duel between them. You'll be grounded for three days as punishment …" Allen said sternly to the little hand. He realized that even though the little hand had been separated from its original body, Lord Voldemort's personality still affected this undead creature.
"It's all that snot's fault. He likes to use black magic." Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Otherwise, it would be easy to fix …"
Snape's face flushed red. His cold eyes lingered on Sirius like a venomous snake. "Blake, I cast the spell on you, but the spell that damaged these things was reflected by your armor …"
"Both of you, be quiet!" Alan roared angrily. Seeing that the two of them were unwilling to give in to each other, he exhaled heavily and changed his tone. "Little boys are so immature... The way they act when they like someone is to bully the other party. They use braids, push people, and other methods to attract the other party's attention..."
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