"He found out about a secret in my family and got a little upset …" Emily looked at Pency. "If your father defected, maybe my brother can let you know … Gore's father should be out soon."
Pency frowned and looked away uneasily. She slowed down and tried to open her mouth, but no sound came out.
"Hmm?" Emily noticed Pency's expression. "Is there any news about your father?"
Pency saw Emily ask her and said in a low voice, "Some time ago, he found a chance to project himself into the fireplace … I don't know what happened to the mysterious person, but he can't see a future … So he said he'd find a chance to defect, but …" Pency paused. "The arrest of the pureblood families that have connections with the Death Eaters may have scared him … I explained your kindness to him, but he seems to think that you won't let him go …"
"The Harris family promised not to pursue the matter, so naturally they won't pursue it. He wants to defect but doesn't believe …" Laura's ponytail swung back fiercely, and she criticized in a stiff tone. "Your father doesn't respect the Young Lady's family in this plane."
"You can't say that, Laura. From his point of view, it's understandable that he's worried." Emily took Pency's cold hand and comforted her. "Don't mention your relationship with Malfoy's Draco. I'll also plead with Allen. My brother won't go back on his words. We'd better talk to him after class and let him give us some ideas." She let go of her hand and waved to Laura and the silent Gabri. "Let's go. Let's go to the teacher's class. Allen has been too lazy recently … It's not easy for him to teach us in person …"
In fact, many students were eagerly looking forward to Allen's class. Some of them anxiously ordered hamburgers, sandwiches, and other things for lunch. They held them in their hands and waited outside the duel arena in advance.
Allen opened the door and skillfully put the phoenix on his shoulder.
Anka put it on a perch and threw a few pieces of roasted rabbit meat into the food bowl. He then turned and walked down the duel arena.
"Long time no see, students … Uh? Why are you so serious … "Allen rested his hands on his wand and looked at the eager students." Oh, Professor Krivat won't be here today … "Allen winked at the students like the former headmaster." I think we can relax in class today. We don't have to be so strict. "
Seeing that Penello, who had been militarizing them, wasn't present, and hearing Allen's familiar and amiable voice and somewhat mischievous expression, the classroom instantly boiled up like boiling water.
"Principal Harris, we all know that you've been framed. You've suffered …"
"Those dark Magi are too cunning and disgusting. They actually attacked Scrimgeour to frame you …"
"Principal Harris, my family and I have always believed in you."
… …
"The difficulty that has been overcome is the opportunity for victory... I am very grateful for your trust in me, but I do feel guilty towards Scrimgeour in this matter... If I had talked to him earlier, none of this would have happened..." Alan said apologetically. He pressed his hands down, and the classroom that was filled with flattery returned to silence. "But let us focus on the class today. I have noticed that all of you have made great progress, and your strength has increased. This is very good... So what I want to teach you today is to give you more ability to protect yourselves, and prevent tragedies like Scrimgeour's from happening again..."
The Magi in the classroom puffed out their chests proudly. Some who had neglected their practice due to the approaching holidays blushed.
"Just as I promised …" Allen's gaze slid across the Magi's fiery gazes. "The biggest advantage of this spell I'm going to teach you today is that you won't have to worry about the accuracy of your spells … Of course, it's not a large-scale spell like Fire or Frost. It's just that the spell's energy has the ability to automatically track and aim …"
The Magi below the stage gasped in surprise. The sudden burst of discussion and whispers made the classroom noisy. Harry elbowed Ron, while Michael and Anthony leaned forward in excitement. Allen's magic classes never disappointed.
"Hermione? Did Allen teach you in advance? " Jenny tugged at Hermione, who was next to her. She was surprised to find that the witch who was least likely to slip away in the Hogwarts was spacing out.
Jenny turned to the side and saw Hermione rubbing a coin-like object in her hand with rosy cheeks.
Jenny looked over and saw blood flowing in it. She recalled the scene when she attended the wedding of Albert and Hibiscus Chinensis with her parents. She almost cried out in surprise. She covered her mouth and whispered, "This is a blood oath … Hermione. Is it yours and Allen's?"
Hermione shivered when Jenny grabbed her hand. She felt her cheeks burning. She hurriedly clasped her hand and tightened her grip on the blood oath. She nodded carelessly at Jenny and sat up straight, pretending to be fully focused on the lesson.
Lavender snorted in jealousy. He reached out and grabbed Ron's hand, who was still looking at the stage foolishly, as if declaring his ownership.
Harry noticed the expressions on the girls' faces. He felt that he didn't have to choose another Christmas gift for Jenny this year. However, he didn't know much about this kind of magic, so he was worried about whether he could learn it before Halloween, and whether he needed to make sure that Jenny could learn it too …
"Next, I'll demonstrate this spell for everyone. Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters are now keen on summoning demons as their fighters. These demons are very suitable as your targets. You can also take the opportunity to familiarize yourself with their habits. " Allen paused and glanced at the onlooking wizards indifferently. He raised his slender and pale right hand. "Also, these demons are different from the devils that Aura and I like to summon. They are very chaotic. You can't predict what they will do next … This is something I hate, so don't worry about their feelings when you practice later …"
As he spoke, in order to demonstrate to the group of wizards, Allen took out a wand similar to the ones the wizards had. He raised his arm and drew an irregular M in the air with the wand. He then neatly retracted the wand and repeated it three times without any extra movements.
After the overall demonstration, he meticulously broke down the key points of casting the spell in detail. He gave a general demonstration and explanation of every subtle movement of the wrist and the width of the wand.
While the wizards were still listening to Allen's explanation and paying attention to his wand, they saw him waving his other hand. Three Hundred-Eyed Demons, which could be considered as mid-ranked demons, were summoned by Allen. They landed in the field.
The sudden appearance of these indescribably twisted monsters made the young adepts cry out in shock. They waved their hundreds of swollen orange arms wildly, and under their stomping and clawing, everything that was in their way — the grass on the grass, the stone pillars on the training ground — was torn to pieces.
As soon as they came out, they casually rolled in a direction as if they wanted to attack people. However, everyone soon found that they could not break through the confinement area that Allen had drawn. The demonic spellbook that Allen had snatched from Lord Voldemort was still in his pocket. Because the chaotic characteristics of the spellbook were not the same as Allen's own ideas, although he could cast these spells with no hindrance due to his powerful strength, the feeling of rejection in his heart made him not plan to use these spells.
However, as a person with a strong thirst for knowledge, Ravenclaw still flipped through the book when he was free. He had enough understanding of these more obscure black magic.
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