"Even though my sister's Blood Curse and Animagus are both snakes, it's a little repetitive … But health is the most important thing." Daphne looked at Astoria with a very gentle gaze, not as proud as she usually was. "Principal Harris, this is all thanks to you. You helped us avoid this nightmarish curse that has haunted the Gringelas family for centuries … You also provided us with a method to become Animagus easier."
"This is also the result of your own efforts." Allen was happy to see Daphne demonstrating for him. "Daphne, it's best if you wait for the Blood Curse to break out before coming back. When the time comes, you can go to the Temple or the Umbrella. After you graduate, you'll be my students too …"
"Allen, when you come back, you must attend my wedding with Olim!" Hagrid, who was also at the teachers' table, looked at Allen and remembered how much he owed him. He choked up and stuffed a bunch of centipede flowers and an invitation card into Allen's hands. "I've added mutton stew to the wedding menu!"
Hearing Hagrid's words gave Filch courage. He exchanged glances with Mrs. Pins, and the two of them walked over hand in hand.
This was not news to the students. Ever since Filch stopped being a dud, the relationship between the two had improved. Mrs. Pins didn't look young anymore, but when Filch stood next to her, it made the old librarian look much younger.
"Principal Harris, it's all because of you that Old Filch is able to have such an encounter today … You must come back safe and sound …" At this time, the administrator's turbid eyes were filled with tears. He bowed low to Allen and said while choking with sobs.
Mrs. Irma Pins seemed to be more mature. "Principal … If you have time when you come back, please come to my wedding with Argus Filch …"
Allen solemnly accepted the two invitations. "As long as you don't arrange it on the same day, I'll definitely come …"
The other professors also stood up and left their seats. They began to congratulate Hagrid and Mrs. Pins and catch up with Allen.
Professor Mag politely exchanged a few words with the colleagues who were announcing the good news. She straightened her body and faced Allen. She slightly lowered her chin and shook her head slightly. Then she paused as if she was considering her words.
"Principal Harris, for a long time, I don't agree with your radical ideas on the reform of magic education. I think the students should be safer … In fact, even now I'm not used to having undead walking around me. I've started to summon some undead to help me carry some crucibles so that the students can turn them into cups … But I have to admit that the little wizards don't need to be protected as much as Abusi and I thought …" Mag crossed her arms in front of her. "I know you're Ravenclaw, but you also have the courage of Gryffindor. You're not afraid of any challenge in the face of The Dark Lord and the Grim Reaper … But I still want to tell you to be careful. I'm looking forward to the future of the Hogwarts under your leadership …"
When Allen heard Professor Mag's words, he knew that she had truly acknowledged him this time. After being touched, he pretended to be relaxed and smiled. "Professor Mag, after today, you're not my transfiguration professor anymore. You're my transfiguration professor … You can't punish me to do homework …"
"Mileva must be regretting that she didn't punish you to write a few more pages when you were her student and she was your professor …" Professor Sprout said with a smile as she handed over a sealed oval jar. "Alan … Filius is right. You're a good boy … Since we adults are incompetent, we can only let you solve it …" The dirty and chubby witch looked at the wizard with some affection. "I heard that people will lose their vitality when they enter the underworld. No plants can survive there … I can't help you in battle … But I chose some that can only be eaten when they're cooked … I don't know if the nutrients will be lost when they get there, but at least they're very filling. I've also tried to taste them and they can be preserved for a long time … Alan, at least you're my student today. You're not just my principal. I can't let my student go to a place like that and starve …" The dirty and chubby witch looked at the wizard with some affection. "I heard that people will lose their vitality when they enter the underworld.
"Then, Your Majesty Harris …"
A strange male voice sounded. He deliberately called Allen by his new identity, unlike the other teachers and students who were used to calling him principal.
"Miss Granger found me a few days ago … She requested me to help a fellow who was looking for trouble … Brew a batch of magic potions that her know-it-all brain could think of and come up with … Although I don't want to mess around with the situation that she imagined … But at least she was right about one thing. The precision of science and the strictness of the process of brewing the magic potions meant that the products of her company would not be as effective as the ones that I personally simmered …" Snape was still sitting in his original position and did not stand up like the others. "Before the banquet, I had already asked the house elf to send this batch of magic potions to your office …" He turned the ring on his finger. "Lastly, I have to talk about my plan to personally go to the Underworld to fight … I'm really as stupid as that egomaniac who changed the secrecy. But your education reform has spread so much, Your Majesty Harris, I think you have to be responsible for it till the end … Others don't have the energy to clean up for you, they don't know the plan either …"
"That old bat is basically saying that he loves Allen … Speaking of which, why did Hermione take sick leave recently? Why didn't she come to the banquet?"
As soon as Harry sighed, he saw a red figure flashing not far away from him. It turned out that it was Parvati who had just spoken. When she saw that the professors had already prepared for Principal Harris's trip to the underworld, she felt tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of what Allen was going to do. She felt that her words of gratitude were not enough to express her feelings, so she also ran over.
The Indian girl, who was known for her bravery, suddenly pulled out her Traceless Stretching Spell waist bag as she ran. She kept rummaging in it, but she couldn't find anything when she reached it.
"Miss Pettier?" Professor Mag noticed that his student was standing upright in front of the faculty table. He nodded and said in a gentler voice than usual, "I think Principal Harris will be very touched to have taught such a courageous student like you. However, I don't think we can help him much in this matter. You just have to send him your blessings …"
"Thank you, Professor Mag … I …" Parvati's face turned red because she couldn't find anything.
Suddenly, she took off one of the golden rings on her finger and held it tightly in her palm. Then, she held the golden ring and passed it to Allen across the table. "Principal Harris, I don't have anything to help you with. This is the ring that my father made for me …"
Allen, whose eyes were soft and his heart was touched by the professors, noticed Mag's words. Then, his smile froze when he saw the ring. He looked like his father, Owen, when he was caught hugging a former French minister. Allen quickly waved his hand and began to think about what to say.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Harris! I don't mean that to you! Oh, no, I mean you are not charming … Ah, no, I mean you are not charming! " Parvati realized that she was a little stupefied, and her tanned face turned even redder. "We Indians wear jewelry just to show off our wealth … It doesn't have any actual magic, just treat it as a souvenir, but I hope that the thoughts in it can protect you or bring you good luck …"
Tong Tang stood at attention and saluted.
Sincerely thank the Mad Fanatic for the 10,000-coin tip and the Black Flame Messenger for the 500-coin tip.
(End of chapter)
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