Allen, who was standing in front of the pit, had a dreamy expression on his face. He basically ignored the outside world and was immersed in his own emotions. The huge collapsed rocks in the pit in front of him flew out and casually piled up on the auditorium that was destroyed and razed to the ground by the black flames. The crystals and stones that were burned into glass by the flames were all cleaned up and moved away.
Only then did the others realize that something was wrong. They followed Allen to the pit. Looking at the unusual Allen, Penello was anxious. She simply approached Luna and asked, "Crazy girl, what are you playing at with Allen again?"
Luna jumped down from Hermione so that she could return to her human form. Then, she pointed her chin at Penello and Hermione and gestured at Allen, signaling them to come closer to the place where large pieces of debris were flying.
The pit was gradually dug and cleared. It was not until a magic shield that was half the height of a person and carried the power of death of the underworld appeared in front of everyone that Allen stopped digging.
Looking at the bow made of magic energy outside the spherical shield, the fury in Allen's eyes immediately rose. The bow was untied by an invisible force, and the shield melted before him like snow. Professor Filius Flyver's magic robe was more than half the size of a normal person, and the small staff that Allen specially made for him was lying in it quietly. There were still a lot of ashes in the clothes and on the head.
Seeing the scene before them, Harris and the others finally realized what had happened.
"That's … Professor Fleevy's magic robe and magic staff …" Daisy said in a trembling voice, but she was not mentally prepared at all. She shook her head in disbelief when she saw the scene before her eyes. Her eyes were blurred when she recalled the guidance and friendliness of the dean in school.
Owen's eyes were a little deep. According to the Hogwarts' request, Professor Fleevy should stay on the floating city today. He must have come here because he was worried about Allen.
Hermione, who had seen many people die during the Greek War, sobbed because of Professor Fleevy. However, she suppressed her sobs as soon as she cried and looked at Allen with a more worried look. She knew how deep and close the relationship between Allen and Professor Fleevy was. Now that he had suddenly lost someone so important to him, the heavy blow and pain would be unbearable …
Hermione could not help but turn her head, only to see Penello showing a rare sorrowful expression. The former female leader of Ravenclaw and the president of the Student Union bit her lips hard. She stared at Professor Fleevy's belongings with bloodshot eyes.
"Professor Fleevy … Those dancing cakes …" Albert was a little incoherent. He tried hard to accept the fact that the best dean he had ever met in this life and would never meet again had disappeared. He did not even get to see him for the last time. All that was left were his personal belongings.
"Merlin, bless you. You're all fine." An abrupt voice broke the silence. It sounded a little out of breath, but the tone was very relaxed.
Everyone turned around and saw Sirius coming in through the crowd. He looked a little disheveled. Some parts of his clothes seemed to have been stained by the flames. Some parts of his clothes were burnt. It seemed that he had been burned many times by the scattered flames when he hurried back.
At this time, Sirius finally noticed that Harris and the others were standing near the huge pit. Their faces looked very serious, and they were surprisingly silent. Sirius frowned and walked over with his hands in his trouser pockets.
"What happened, Lunn? Why do you all look like that? " Sirius stood next to Lunn, who was far away from Josephine. He asked in confusion, "What happened to Allen? I've never seen such an expression on his face …" He paused and probed, "Was someone set on fire …?"
"It's Professor Fleevy … It's not fire …" Lunn pushed up the glasses on his nose. He felt that his throat was dry. He cleared his throat and found that it was useless. He stopped talking and pointed at the robe and staff in front of Allen.
"What Professor Fleevy?" Sirius's gaze also fell on the robe and staff. He asked in confusion, "Why did he take off his clothes?"
But suddenly, his carefree expression froze. His gaze fell on Allen, who seemed to be shrouded in a low pressure, and he shut his mouth tightly.
When they heard that the person who died was Professor Fleevy from Hogwarts, the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic from other countries who knew Allen Harris' social connections had complicated expressions on their faces. Stefanos was getting more and more worried. Harris's most respected professor had passed away. Not everyone could bear the consequences of his revenge. As the organizer of this event, Greece had made such a huge mistake and accident. Not to mention whether the floating city could rise as scheduled, they were afraid that Allen Harris would use Greece as a target for his revenge.
Russian Senator Bokov clutched the bottle of vodka in her hand tightly. In fact, she had heard some rumors during the days when she came to Greece. She knew that there would be some assassinations, but she didn't think that Russia should take sides too obviously, so she didn't report it to the British. But now that she found out that the assassination wasn't only aimed at Allen, and it wasn't even Harris who had caused so many casualties, and she thought of the strength that Harris had just shown, she began to worry that her country would be implicated because of this.
The French female minister, Binoche, looked pale and haggard because of the Black Fire. She quietly leaned towards Mrs. Maxim and whispered, "Professor Fleevy, is he the dean of Ravenclaw before Allen and his magic professor?"
Mrs. Maxim had already taken off her hat as a sign of respect and condolence. She lowered her head and nodded heavily at Binoche. She remained silent. This made Binoche look even more frightened and dispirited. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned blue.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Heavy footsteps sounded.
Three huge figures stood out among the crowd. Hagrid was originally strolling in the nearby ruins with his giant mother and giant brother because Greece was the home of the giants. Hagrid thought it would be interesting to take a stroll in the ruins. But when he saw the explosion and the terrifying black flames in the duel arena, he knew that his fiancée was there and hurried over.
The female giant Fridvafa looked even older, but compared to her previous precarious life, her emaciation caused by the lack of food had recovered a lot. Her wrinkled cheeks were now a lot fuller, and her originally deflated mouth was now a lot fuller. Because the magic used to repair teeth had limited effects on giants, Hagrid brought her to the Granger couple to install a huge set of custom-made false teeth for her.
Gloop's two large, chubby ears were pierced like the Death Knights he often dealt with. He also wore two huge, round, golden earrings. And as if to cover up his almost neckless appearance, he was forced by his mother to wear a polka dot scarf. The jewel in the middle of his forehead made his rough face look a little more delicate.
On the whole, Hagrid's mother and brother seemed to be doing well. At the very least, their horned camel fur coats looked decent.
At this moment, Hagrid's hair was a little messy, and his beard, which was originally tied together, had become fluffy and messy. His face was flushed, and his breathing was rapid. This mixed-blood giant immediately saw the other mixed-blood giant, the headmaster, who stood out among the crowd. He immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
This also made the magical animal protection professor not notice the abnormality of the others. His eyes were filled with his lover as he strode over. He didn't care about Mrs. Maxim who saw through his intentions and stopped him. He excitedly lifted Olim who was half a head taller than him and leaned over to kiss his fiancée with his messy beard.
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