After that, the students pulled out their wands and glared at the imprisoned demons. Allen took out his pocket watch and saw that the class was about to end. Only Hermione and Draco, who had practiced in private, were familiar with the spell. The rest of the students could only release one or two missiles at most. Most of the students only managed to release some light from the tip of their wands.
After all, the rules of this spell were different from ordinary spells. It was the first time the young wizards had encountered this spell, so they did not have much experience. Although Michael Kona had successfully released a missile, he was distracted before casting the spell and set the target on Seamus Finnegan, who had used a magic missile to create a spell similar to a thunderbolt. Fortunately, Allen countered in time. Otherwise, he would have to stay in the hospital for half a day even if he had practiced with his wand to suppress the power of the spell.
After witnessing the enthusiasm of the wizards and the accidents that could easily happen due to their enthusiasm, Allen, who felt that it was actually more dangerous than he expected, had no choice but to remind them, "Before all of you master it, don't use it on other people in normal duels. Also …" Allen's expression became very serious, "Whether it's the magic missile or the Iron Armor Protection and Shield Spell that all of you will be able to learn soon, although these force field spells can't cause permanent damage to the ghosts, it will inevitably make it difficult for them to maintain their form temporarily … Therefore, these spells are strictly used on the ghosts … Of course, Naughty Ghost is an exception."
Allen did not say it explicitly, but the young wizards knew that it was for Lady Grey's sake. If they were scattered, they would not cause any harm to the spirits, but it would be extremely humiliating.
"Well, let me clean up the scene first."
As he spoke, Allen waved the Suppression Magic Wand in his hand. A series of twenty Magic Bullets wrapped in starlight erupted from his wand and rushed toward the three Hundred-Eyed Demons in the confinement circle.
The blue energy automatically divided into three waves and continuously smashed towards them. Broken orange arms flew all over the sky. When the explosion stopped, there were only some broken limbs left in the prison. The core of the three Hundred-Eyed Ghosts had been blown into orange meat paste, forming a large puddle on the ground.
In an instant, the Magi on the field gasped. Although everyone had some understanding of Allen's strength, it was not common to see him kill three demons in one go, not to mention the fact that he had used a suppressive wand to destroy them in one go.
"This is an advanced spell, Missile Storm, which uses the same principle as the magic missile." Allen explained to the surprised students. "As I said, this spell will be placed in the University and the Temple. Those who are interested can go to these places after graduation to further their studies. Now, class is dismissed."
The students, who had been free for the whole class, were a little confused when they heard the order. They recalled the happy life before Penello's teaching.
"Hermione, my mother asked you to come to my house for dinner tonight. Put your books back in the dormitory and we'll leave together later … Eh? . Emily? " Allen looked at his sister for a moment. After the two looked at each other for a while, he moved his eyes to Emily. "Then, Miss Parkinson, please come with me to the office. I have something to ask you."
Pency, who was suddenly called out, froze. She did not know what was going on, but she did not dare to delay. She immediately greeted Emily and Draco and walked towards Allen.
At this time, Allen had already waved at Hermione to let her go back to her room. Now, in front of the perch, Anka gently patted the sleeping phoenix with her soft wings. Anka quickly wrote a sentence on a piece of paper and handed it to the phoenix, who was still in a daze.
"Anka, give this note to the gatekeeper, Filch. Be gentle. He doesn't know magic." Allen said gently. After the fire disappeared, he stepped forward and waved at Pency, who was standing next to him, and led her out of the arena.
Pency followed behind Allen uneasily. They slowly came to the ugly giant stone beast on the third floor. Unlike other visitors, when Allen approached, the stone beast jumped to the side. The wall behind it began to crack in half, revealing the spiral staircase behind the wall.
The two walked a few steps up the stairs.
"Well, Pency, I want to go up and prepare something. You can come up slowly." Allen said and stepped into the shadows.
Pency didn't have time to say anything. She guessed that Allen didn't want to take the stairs from the third floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor. After all, when he was on his own, he obviously wouldn't use this passage that was used by other professors and students.
Pan Xi, who had seen through the truth, finally entered the quiet and gorgeous office when he began to pant.
Anka had obviously come back early. It seemed that she didn't get enough sleep during the class and was curled up on the perch behind the door. When Pency walked in, Anka's rolling eyes circled Pency as if she was trying to make a judgment. Anka shook her gorgeous tail and ignored the little witch in front of her, who was not a threat to her. She began to cover her eyes with the third layer of eyelid called the Blink Membrane.
"Sit anywhere … Wait for me for a few minutes …" Alan had already sat behind the principal's desk with a raven leg. However, he was looking for something under the table with his head lowered. Pan Xi had no choice but to sit down on the chair in front of the desk as he was told.
As soon as she sat down, something on the desk attracted Pency's attention. It was a pale hand, standing quietly on a tray with a red flannel lining. She found that the hand was' alive 'and had its own perception. As soon as she sat down, the pale hand turned over nimbly, as if it had just woken up. It stretched its five fingers like a spider's leg, and then bent its fingers slightly, as if it was greeting Pan Xi, who had just entered.
Pency was startled and didn't know if she should return the greeting, so she nodded randomly. After receiving a response from the hand, she felt that she had done the right thing.
The glass tank on the slender little table to her left began to move and make noises. Although Pency had not been to the principal's office like the other students, she had heard of their famous names. The brains in the dark green liquid, which looked like sticky broccoli, would wrap around the bodies of students who got too close to them, causing them hallucinations and pain and leaving deep wounds. If they were unlucky, some black liquid would start to flow out of their mouths.
Therefore, Pan Xi leaned to the right and moved away from the glass tank.
"Sorry, I was delayed by the lack of ice just now." Alan had already stood up at this time.
Pan Xi saw that Alan was using magic to make ice cubes. He was using his fingers to cast magic to cut the newly frozen ice cubes into a suitable size and placed them in his cup of bubbling dark brown liquid. Although Pan Xi could not understand why he would add ice cubes when it was close to Christmas and the cold weather outside was so cold …
"What would you like to drink? Black tea? Pumpkin juice? Coke? "Allen pointed to the drinks cabinet below his desk.
"Pumpkin juice would be fine..." Pency responded, then added, "Uh, if it's okay, you don't have to add ice."
Little Hand took the initiative to move. It dragged a bottle of pumpkin juice and placed it in front of Pency. Pency thanked it again and twisted open the pumpkin-shaped lid.
"Pansy, you know that some of the witches in Hufflepuff don't dare to drink it because a dead hand helped them open the lid. So, don't blame Little Hand. It learned its lesson after a few times. I know you don't mind, but Little Hand hasn't learned how to distinguish between the style of the academy." Allen took a sip of the drink. The cold comfort and the carbon dioxide in it made him burp. "Sorry... Let's get down to business, Pency... I heard that your father recently contacted you through the fireplace. Where is he now? Bulgaria? "
For a moment, Pency clenched the glass bottle of pumpkin juice tightly. She could only feel the coldness from the bottle spreading from her fingertips to her body. She had only mentioned this to Emily before class, and Emily had been with her the whole time. She didn't notice any interaction between her and Allen. She didn't even know where her father was, but he was able to give her the name of a place.
Slytherin's witch shuddered. Could Allen Harris really be the same as his Mark of Omniscience?
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