Chapter 196
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Hearing Allen's words, Harry suddenly felt that the Hogwarts' Magical Conservation professor might have a lot in common with Hagrid.
Harry took out the book list from his pocket and looked at it carefully for the first time.
It was clearly written on it: Textbook for the Conservation of Magical Animals class – The Monster Book of Monsters.
Harry finally understood why Hagrid said it would come in handy.
He felt relieved. He had been worried that Hagrid would ask him to help deal with some scary new pet.
Allen stood in front of the iron cage and watched the books fight with great interest.
The manager of Lihen Bookstore walked up to them.
"Hogwarts?" he asked abruptly, "You're here to buy new textbooks?"
"Yes." Allen nodded.
Harry also nodded. He hadn't bought his own textbook yet.
"I need -" Before Harry could finish his sentence, he was pushed aside by the manager.
"Get out of my way," the manager said impatiently.
He put on a pair of thick gloves, picked up a big crutch covered with scars, and walked toward the cage door of the "Monster Book of Monsters."
"Two books!" The manager was a little emotional, "I've been bitten five times this morning -"
"Wait," Harry said quickly, "I already have those books."
"Really?" The manager suddenly showed a relieved expression, "Thank God, it's really Merlin's blessing."
The manager's exaggerated expression made Allen and Harry laugh.
"But I need this book." Allen said while holding back his laughter, "Actually, you only need -"
Before Allen could finish, a loud ripping sound cut through the air.
The two "Monster Books of Monsters" grabbed the third book and tore it in half.
"Stop! Stop! "the manager shouted. He poked the crutch into the cage and hit the books to make them separate.
"I won't buy any more of these goods, ever again! It was such a mess! Last time we bought two hundred "Invisible Books of Invisibility" - we spent a lot of money, and then we didn't even find a shadow... I thought it couldn't be worse than that... "
As the manager opened the cage door, he used a wooden stick to slap the "Monster Book of Monsters" that swarmed out of the cage.
"Ah!" In the midst of the chaos, a book actually jumped onto the stick, quickly slid onto the manager's arm, and fiercely bit the manager's shoulder.
The manager's stick fell to the ground. The "Monster Books of Monsters" pushed each other to get out of the cage.
Allen quickly attacked and grabbed the two books that had escaped at lightning speed. He threw them into the cage and closed the cage door with a bang.
"This is not a" Monster Book of Monsters. This is a monster! "
With his other hand the manager slapped at the book, which was biting at his shoulder, with all his might.
But no matter how hard he tried, the book didn't loosen its bite.
Harry grabbed the spine of the book and wanted to pull it off the manager's shoulder, but the manager screamed in pain.
When the manager's face was pale with pain and Harry was at a loss and hammering blindly, Alan made his move.
Allen gently stroked the spine of the book. In an instant, the "Monster Books of Monsters" fell from the manager's shoulder into Allen's hand.
Its sharp teeth closed together and quieted down in Allen's hand.
The manager healed the wound on his shoulder with a magic spell. He was still in shock.
"What magic spell did you cast on it?" The manager looked at Allen eagerly.
"There's no need for a magic spell. The method is very simple." Allen said as he demonstrated to the manager.
"You just need to gently stroke the spine of the book, and it will be quiet."
The Monster Book in Allen's hand shook comfortably. The manager and Harry were scared and took a step back.
But the book was still lying quietly in Allen's hand. There was no sign that it was going to attack.
"It's so simple!" The manager was in a trance.
With the selfless help of Allen and Harry, the "Monster Books of Monsters" in the cage was soon placed on the shelf quietly.
The manager specially arranged a clerk to stroke the spine of the book from time to time.
"Thank you so much!" The manager found all the textbooks that Allen and Harry needed and insisted on not charging them for the books.
"Your method not only saved me, but also all the little wizards who came to buy this book." The manager's face was full of smiles. He was glad that he wouldn't be bitten by the book again.
"Allen, even the manager of the bookstore didn't know how to subdue this book. You know how to subdue them. You're amazing."
Harry held his new textbook with a look of admiration.
"I just know a little." Allen smiled faintly and walked out quickly.
Because he accidentally glanced at another book on the small table: "Omens of Death: What to Do When You Know Your Doom Is Coming."
He didn't want his friend to think about omens of death all day long.
But Harry had already seen it!
Harry suddenly stopped and stared at the book in a daze.
"Oh, if it were me, I wouldn't read that book." The clerk standing at the side said casually, "After reading it, you can see omens of death everywhere. It's enough to scare people to death."
"Yes, the scariest thing is to scare yourself." Allen nodded in agreement. "After reading it, you may be hinted in your heart that everything you see is an omen of death."
When the shop assistant heard that his words were recognized, he grinned at Ellen and smiled happily.
But Harry still stared at the cover of the book. It was a black dog the size of a bear with a pair of bright eyes.
Strange, it looks so familiar. He followed Allen absent-mindedly to the Broken Cauldron Bar. He didn't pay attention to the road and bumped into a few people.
Allen quietly grabbed Harry's arm and returned to the Broken Cauldron Bar.
"Harry, I think we can have lunch together," Allen suggested.
Harry nodded casually.
As soon as he entered the door, Allen noticed the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar, Tom.
Tom hurried over and sized up Allen discreetly.
After taking note of Allen's request, he bowed and left in a hurry.
Allen looked at the other customers in the Broken Cauldron Bar.
There was a strange looking witch from the countryside with a basket of groceries in her hand.
There was a frail-looking male wizard debating about the latest article in "Transfiguration Today."
Unkempt adepts, noisy dwarves …
There was also a person who looked like an old witch. She was wrapped in a thick woolen coat with a balaclava helmet and asked for a plate of raw liver.
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