"Speaking of Professor Trelawney, do you know what she meant by ominous?"
Seeing Hermione's embarrassed expression because of Allen's laughter, Allen quickly changed the topic.
"You also know about her prophecy?" As expected, Hermione's attention was diverted.
"Of course, during lunch today, all the little wizards in Ravenclaw were talking about it."
Allen spread out his hands, indicating that it was hard not to know.
"She was talking about Harry! She thinks that Harry will die! "Hermione's tone was unfriendly.
"Predicting the future from a pile of tea leaves and a vague picture in a crystal ball is too unreliable." Hermione crossed her arms and expressed her disdain.
After a pause, Hermione looked at Allen suspiciously, "You don't believe her, do you?"
"Of course not," Allen quickly expressed his position, "In a noisy environment like the classroom, even the best prophet can't accurately predict the future."
"You're right!" Hermione smiled happily, revealing two big front teeth. She quickly covered her mouth.
Allen pretended that he didn't care, "Maybe Professor Trelawney really has real knowledge, otherwise Professor Dumbledore wouldn't have hired her. But I don't think that her prediction of Harry's death in the classroom is a real prophecy. "
"Professor Dumbledore may not be completely right, he may have been deceived! Think about Lockhart! "
What surprised Allen was that Hermione, who was always studious and obedient, who always took the professor's words as the standard, actually questioned Dumbledore!
"No wonder you were assigned to Gryffindor!" Allen praised, "Hermione, you are so studious, have the ability to think independently, and have the courage to question authority, you will achieve great things."
Hermione's eyes sparkled. She was very happy to receive such a high evaluation from Allen!
Some of the young wizards from Ravenclaw had already entered the Magic class. When they saw Hermione and Allen alone in the classroom, they had a strange look on their faces.
Hermione said goodbye to Allen embarrassedly and left the classroom.
Under the scrutiny of the young Magi, Allen calmly commanded the teaching materials to fly to each of the Magi's desk.
In the Magic Spell class, Allen got another 10 points for Ravenclaw.
"It's not too much to give you 100 points! No Sorcerer can cast the Guardian Spell in the third grade! "Edward was very envious of Alan's talent in magic spells.
"You can do it too, as long as you practice diligently!" Allen encouraged.
"Allen!" Edward's face suddenly turned serious, "I know my request is a little rude and will delay your precious learning time. But I still want to give it a try. "
"What are you trying to say?" Allen asked, puzzled.
"You see, the Dementors have already entered the school. On the train, they tried to attack you and Penello. We really can't be sure that it won't attack innocent people like us one day. "
Edward's words attracted the attention of many of the young Magi who were still in the Magic class. They put down the books in their hands and gathered around, listening attentively.
"I think it's very important for us to learn how to cast the Magic Spell. And you, you are the best teacher! Allen, can you teach us? "Edward looked at Allen eagerly, his eyes full of pleading.
"Yes, yes!"
"Edward is right!"
"Allen, you are the leader of Ravenclaw!"
"Allen, please teach us!"
The smart Ravenclaw grasped this rare opportunity and begged one after another.
Allen looked around at the young Magi who were looking at him with passionate eyes and nodded without hesitation.
Edward's words made sense. There was no harm in learning more.
Moreover, Allen was too outstanding, so much so that the other young Magi could not compare to him. While they looked up to him and worshipped him, they did not have a close relationship with him.
For Allen, this was a good opportunity to get closer to the young Magi in his school.
"Since you all want to practice the Magic Spell, I'll apply for a classroom with Professor Fleevy to practice the Magic Spell."
Allen's words caused the young Magi to cheer enthusiastically. The roof of the classroom seemed to be overturned by their cheers.
Allen immediately walked to Professor Fleevy's office after finishing his work.
After hearing Allen's intention, Professor Fleevy was very supportive.
He was a teacher who taught Magic Spells, so he was surprised and delighted by the young Magi's progress.
"I'll apply for the training with Dumbledore. The Magic Spell class in the evening can be open until ten o 'clock. "
Professor Fleevy felt that he could make the decision in his own classroom.
"I heard that Professor Lupin got a Boggart. It's very useful for practicing the Magic Spell. Maybe you can borrow it," Professor Fleevy reminded.
"Great, thank you, Professor," Allen paused, "Professor, if the time is right, I hope you can teach me in person."
"Of course, I'd love to!" Professor Fleevy looked at his favorite student with admiration and smiled kindly.
During dinner, Allen sat down in his seat under the passionate gazes of the young Magi of Ravenclaw.
"What do you think, Allen?" Edward could not wait to ask Allen.
The long table in Ravenclaw was extremely quiet. All the young Magi were waiting for Allen's answer.
The news that Allen was going to teach the Magic Spell of Guardian disappeared without a trace. Not only the third-year Magi, but Ravenclaw from other years also wanted to join.
Allen nodded with a smile on his face.
Instantly, cheers filled the auditorium.
The young Magi from other academies all poked their heads out to see what was going on in Ravenclaw.
Looking past countless young Magi, Allen saw that Professor Fleevy was sitting next to Professor Dumbledore, reporting something.
Professor Dumbledore smiled and nodded with a kind face.
After noticing Allen's gaze, he raised his glass and greeted Allen.
Allen quickly picked up the juice in front of him and returned the toast.
"Perhaps, I can be your assistant." Penello held a glass of juice and sat next to Allen.
"I couldn't ask for more." Allen picked up the juice on his table and toasted with Penello.
Penello had successfully summoned the Guardian before. Coupled with her prestige in Ravenclaw, she was the perfect person to be the manager of the training camp.
Allen told Penello about Professor Fleevy's suggestion.
"Perhaps when Professor Lupin doesn't need the Boggart anymore, we can borrow it from him."
Penello looked at Professor Lupin and felt that he should be an easy-going teacher.
"Or we can use the house fairies. They might see the Boggart when they're cleaning."
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