"Five points for Ravenclaw!" Percy Weasley squeezed his way out of the crowd. "Don't cast spells in the corridor. I'll report this, you know! "
But Allen didn't care at all. As long as he could stop the dwarfs from singing the so-called Valentine's Day greeting and not embarrass himself in front of everyone, even if Ravenclaw had to lose five points, it was worth it.
But why would Percy, a Gryffindor, appear near the magic classroom on the fourth floor during this class?
Percy's two provocations made Allen feel that he was hostile to him!
This was ridiculous. Ron and Harry were good friends. What did it have to do with him that they liked to go to the ladies' room?
Allen frowned. If Percy was always looking for trouble with him, he didn't mind teaching him a lesson.
Professor Snape was completely unaffected by the increasingly relaxed and cheerful atmosphere in the castle. The amount of homework he assigned made all the young wizards complain incessantly.
"Hair Restorer needs to be added to the Rat Tail!" When Allen was writing his paper on the Hair Restorer, he thought of the "Mediterranean" Abernathy of the United States of Magic!
Why didn't he use the Hair Restorer? He should know how to make such a simple potion, unless he had experienced some special magic damage!
You really couldn't underestimate everyone around you. Maybe they had gone through more storms in places you didn't know.
No one could predict the ups and downs of life. Abernathy's current sophistication was probably due to the difficulties he faced when he was young!
Everyone had their own way of dealing with the world, and their own way of dealing with this unpredictable world.
As long as they were harmless, there was no need to care too much. Just live your own life.
After finishing the super-long paper, Allen stood up and planned to get some other books to read.
At this moment, the rough sound of a flute suddenly came from outside the library door. It was played one after another, followed by an uneven, high-pitched singing.
The sound of the flute and the singing of the dwarfs accompanied each other, causing the young wizards who were busy writing in the library to stop.
Everyone rushed out one after another, wanting to see who was treated so well by the dwarves.
Allen had a bad feeling in his heart. He thought of the dwarf who had been cursed by him during the day and his resentful eyes.
"Ah, Allen!
Oh, my ideal lover,
Ah, the longing of my heart
Let us hold fast to our thoughts:
What a fascinating and wonderful time! "
Changing the tune, the dwarves continued to sing, "You are my sun, you are my light; in my heart, you are the brightest star in Hogwarts! Ah, Allen, I can't forget your mesmerizing gaze. "
Allen felt that he had to take some measures, but someone was much faster than him.
It was the librarian, Mrs. Pins!
Madam Pins, brandishing her great feather duster, rushed down upon the dwarfs. "Don't - don't make a noise at the library door!"
The dwarfs were so frightened by the menacing Madam Pins that even the wings tied to their backs fell to the ground.
They didn't have time to pick up the wings and fled the library in disorder.
"Thank you, Madam!" Allen thanked Madam Pins gratefully. "Also, I'm sorry, because of me, these dwarfs are so unscrupulous."
"It has nothing to do with you. No matter who it is, as long as they violate the library's discipline, I will not tolerate it."
Madam Pins waved her feather duster, looked at the young wizards who were watching the scene at the door, and warned, "Do you still want to go back to the library?"
The young wizards scattered like birds and beasts, leaving the library door one after another.
Allen, who had returned to the library, immediately packed up his books and was ready to leave.
Because the surrounding young wizards were sizing him up and looking at him with funny eyes, he felt very uncomfortable.
On the way back to Ravenclaw Tower, Allen saw this group of dwarfs again.
They swarmed over, and a few dwarfs wanted to catch Allen and not let him escape.
But what kind of person was Allen? He easily avoided them, and instead tripped several dwarfs to the ground one by one.
This action angered the remaining dwarfs, and as if they also knew that their singing was not pleasing, they sang loudly:
"His eyes are as blue as the sea, his hair shines like gold, it's lovely!
I hope he's mine, he's really handsome, he's the score controller of Hogwarts - Allen! "
Three heads, Allen couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily pulled out his magic wand, petrifying the dwarfs one by one.
Allen tied them together one by one like a dumpling.
Then, he mercilessly dragged the dwarves to Professor Lockhart's office.
Professor Lockhart's door was open, and the voices of the people inside could be clearly heard.
Allen couldn't help but stop when he heard this voice, listening carefully.
"Gidro, how do you explain this reply..."
It was Daisy's voice, and her voice was constantly rising, containing agitation and anger.
This voice sounded like she was trying her best to restrain herself, to calm herself down, but her heart was absolutely furious.
In her agitation, Daisy talked non-stop, and the speed of her speech was extremely fast.
But probably because she spoke too fast, people couldn't keep up, and couldn't even hear her words clearly.
A series of words gushed out like flowing water, flowing out in a torrent, with a cadence of cadence.
Sometimes, one or two words were spoken especially brightly, as if she felt that these words contained infinite power.
Allen immediately walked forward and found that Daisy was wearing the magic robe he gave her, and with tears in her eyes, she grabbed Lockhart with an agitated expression.
And Lockhart, holding a magic wand in his hand.
"Daisy, why are you here? What's your relationship with Professor Lockhart? "Allen forcibly suppressed his anger, and his voice sounded a little stiff.
"Gidro invited me here, he's my boyfriend." Daisy was caught red-handed by her brother, and was a little embarrassed.
"I, I didn't, and you're not my girlfriend!" Professor Lockhart's words made Daisy even more agitated.
"You're not? You're not? " Daisy's voice exploded even more fiercely, "Who was it that kept in touch with me for half a year? Who was it that asked me out every day during the holidays? Were all your sweet nothings lies? "
"This is just a normal interaction with a book fan!" Lockhart looked innocent.
"Book fan? How many book fans can enter Hogwarts with your letters? "Daisy was about to break down.
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