"Malfoy really brought this upon himself!" After experiencing Buckbeak's loveliness, Alan felt that Malfoy had brought this upon himself.
Malfoy, whom Allen was concerned about, only returned to the castle on Thursday. His right arm was in a sling.
Flanked by Crabbe and Gower, he swaggered through the auditorium like a hero who had narrowly escaped death on the battlefield.
Compared to the lively scene at Slytherin's table, the atmosphere at Ravenclaw's table was gloomy. Allen had no idea what was going on.
Some of Ravenclaw's junior wizards kept sneaking glances at him. They looked at him strangely, as if he would fall down and die at any moment.
"Ellen, you have to be careful recently." Edward wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he still said it.
"Although I know you don't believe in these things, Professor Trelawney looks really mysterious!" Edward said with a look of reverence.
"Professor Traurini?" Alan was confused and baffled.
"Sorry, can you tell me what happened?" Allen was a little annoyed. "I didn't even take the divination class!"
He didn't even take Trelawney's class. How could he be involved in this? Wasn't it Harry?
"Although the professor didn't specify who it was, we all thought it was you!" Edward explained.
"In today's class, Professor Trelawney said that in our cohort, the most outstanding student would meet with misfortune! The gloomy big dog that haunts the graveyard has its eyes on him. It's a bad omen — the worst omen — a bad omen of death! "
Edward looked worried. "We all thought that she must be referring to you! Only you deserve to be the most outstanding student! "
"You see, you always meet with a lot of exciting things! Mystics, Basilisks, Dementors, winged Hippogriffs … It's too dangerous! "Edward could even give examples to prove his point.
The surrounding Ravenclaw's junior wizards nodded, seeming to agree with Edward's words.
Allen looked at Edward and the others who were worried. His anger suddenly disappeared, and he smiled gently.
"I think you must have misunderstood Professor Trelawney's words."
Allen patted Edward's shoulder. "Although you think I'm the most outstanding Magus of this cohort, it makes me happy!"
"Professor Trelawney is definitely not referring to me." Allen said firmly.
"If it's not you, who else could it be?" Edward, who believed Allen's words, was relieved at first, but then he felt a little indignant.
Who could be more outstanding and outstanding than Allen?
"If you talk to Gryffindor's classmates, you will find out that she was actually referring to Harry!"
Allen poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and shrugged casually.
"Harry?" Edward and the other Ravenclaw looked suspiciously at the dejected Harry at the Gryffindor table.
No matter how they looked at him, he didn't look like the most outstanding Magus!
"Maybe, probably, it's because he defeated the Mystics or something?" Edward guessed with uncertainty.
"But Allen also defeated the Mystics!" Michael Kona said. He waved his black hair and said disdainfully.
"No matter what, I'm not the target of the omen. Isn't that good?" Allen added some more roast lamb chops for himself.
The atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table relaxed. Everyone ate while talking about the omens in their crystal balls.
Seeing the heated discussion among the Ravenclaw, Allen couldn't help but laugh.
Professor Trelawney was indeed a real Prophet.
But unfortunately, perhaps in her life, there were only a few real Prophets.
Most of the time, she was just playing to the gallery.
Of course, since the omen she was talking about was not Allen, Allen naturally wouldn't find trouble with a professor.
After the lunch break, Allen quickly went to Professor Fleevy's office. He needed to bring the lecture notes and Ravenclaw's homework to the Magic Spell class and distribute them to everyone before class started.
Obviously, after Dumbledore, the professors all realized that Allen was a very good assistant.
And Professor Fleevy, as the Dean of Ravenclaw, had a favorable position. He told Allen in advance and asked Allen to be his assistant.
A pile of homework floated behind Allen. Allen walked briskly out of Professor Fleevy's office.
The corridor was quiet and empty. Everyone was taking a lunch break.
At the corner of the fourth floor, Allen bumped into someone.
Books were scattered all over the floor.
That person's bag was torn open, and all the thick books fell to the floor.
A girl with messy curly hair quickly squatted down — it was Hermione!
She was panting, one hand holding the torn bag, and the other hand seemed to be stuffing something under her robe.
"Sorry, Hermione!" Allen apologized first and took out his magic wand.
Hermione looked up and saw Allen. She looked embarrassed.
"Allen, you can't cast spells in the corridor!" Hermione saw the magic wand in Allen's hand and quickly reminded him.
"Of course, I know this rule." Allen showed a rare naughty smile, "But, there's no rule saying that you can't cast spells in the classroom!"
Allen pulled Hermione into the Magic Spell class quickly.
"Hey, Allen, my books —" Hermione hurriedly said.
"Look!" As soon as Allen stepped into the classroom, he used his magic wand to point at the scattered books in the corridor, "Magic books, fly here!"
The tomes obediently flew into the Magic Spell class and neatly stacked on the podium.
Allen looked at Hermione's bag and took it, "Restore it to its original state, strengthen it and lighten it!"
The long crack in the bag disappeared without a trace and returned to its original state.
"Thank you, Allen!" Hermione's face was suspiciously red.
"It's nothing, just a small matter!" Allen smiled gently.
"But, Hermione, your workload is too heavy. Every professor will give you a lot of homework, this will be too much for your body to handle. "Allen advised.
Hermione awkwardly twisted her fingers and didn't say a word.
"Actually, there are some courses that you really don't need to choose, for example — — Muggle research!" Allen's tone was sincere, he really didn't think that choosing all the courses was a wise decision.
"But, studying Muggle from a wizard's point of view is fascinating." Hermione had a fervent look on her face.
"Then, what do you think about removing the divination class?" Allen changed his suggestion.
"Maybe, you're right, I will consider it." Hermione was obviously persuaded, "Anyway, Professor Trelawney said that my aura is very small and I don't have any ability to sense the future!"
It seemed that Hermione was still brooding over Professor Trelawney's words.
She was always so concerned about the professors' evaluation.
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