"Mr. Lovegood, my father recently intends to buy the magazine. He knows that I came to your banquet this time." Allen said gently.
"Your father is?" Mr. Lovegood looked at Allen in confusion.
"Owen? Harris, works in the 'Magical Accidents and Disasters Department' of the Ministry of Magic. "Allen said," I can arrange for the two of you to meet. You can discuss the details in detail. "
Allen certainly saw the distrust in Mr. Lovegood's eyes, but it didn't matter. Mr. Harris could also achieve the same effect.
Mr. Lovegood nodded his assent indifferently.
Back at the manor, Allen told Mr. Harris the whole story. Mr. Harris, who had already ignited his ambition, didn't mind Lovegood's attitude at all.
His family used to be low-key and not well-known, so it was normal that Mr. Lovegood couldn't trust Allen.
He decided to visit Mr. Lovegood in person.
On the last day of the holiday, when Allen packed up all his luggage and was about to leave Aunt Josephine's house, Mr. Harris strode into the room with the wind and snow.
"I succeeded, Allen, I succeeded in making Xenophilius decide to sell 'Sing and Cry' magazine to us! Although, I paid a lot of gold coins for it. "
Mr. Harris was very excited. His face was flushed red, his facial features were trembling violently, and his eyes shot out a strange light.
Allen understood very well. Reaching a huge deal, for Mr. Harris, was a historical progress.
Not to mention Mr. Harris, who was inexplicably excited, chattering non-stop about the negotiation process with Mrs. Harris.
When they were leaving, Clark, who hated strangers entering her territory, actually stayed by Emily's side and didn't leave her side for an inch.
She was reluctant to let her friend leave.
Daisy looked at Clark vigilantly, guarding Emily's side.
In fact, Daisy worried too much. Clark wouldn't hurt Allen's sister at all. In her eyes, Allen was her benefactor, and Emily was her good friend.
Aunt Josephine reminded Allen to remember to visit her during the summer vacation.
"Oh, that's not necessarily true, Josephine. You know, when Allen's summer vacation is over, there will be a world-famous event in England. " Mr. Harris suddenly interrupted Aunt Josephine, "Perhaps, we can go and watch it together."
Allen laughed. Mr. Harris was becoming more and more confident. With the support of the gold coins and the original influence of the pureblood family, Mr. Harris' position in the Ministry.
Returning to Hogwarts was like returning to another home, which made Alan feel even more intimate.
When Alan saw Professor Flick, who he had not seen for a long time, he was as happy as seeing a relative.
"Allen? Happy New Year, Harris! " Mr. Fley gave Allen a box of squealing mouse candy and invited Allen to his office.
Allen was called to his office on the first day of school. Although he knew that he didn't do anything wrong, he was still very surprised.
Professor Flitwick might be a small male adept, but there seemed to be an endless supply of delicious food hidden in his desk.
Allen relaxed in the candy and tea that Mr. Fley warmly served him.
"It's like this, Allen. I've been thinking about that curse of yours this holiday." Mr. Fley rested his chin on his hands and leaned forward in his chair.
"What curse?" Allen was a little confused.
"The one you used to stop Slytherin's violence in Hogsmeade. Why can't I stop it? "Mr. Fley asked anxiously.
"Are you talking about Flash Powder?" Allen asked.
"Flash Powder?" Mr. Fley repeated and praised, "It's a good name. It's very appropriate."
"Flash Powder can spit out a cloud of golden particles. After it's spat out, it will quickly spread and cover the target. All creatures that are covered by it will be blinded, and invisible objects will be outlined. "
Allen explained briefly.
"What I'm interested in is, why can't it be removed by my curse? Do I have to wait for it to go out by itself? "
Mr. Fley asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.
"It's because it contains a powerful spell known as' Supreme Magic Skills' in ancient times. It's passed down in my family."
Allen explained in detail, "It means that the curse you cast is very difficult to be dispelled by a universal curse. Even if it's a targeted counterspell, it won't achieve the desired effect. It needs to be cast many times before it can be dispelled. "
"So, it's a powerful spell!" Mr. Fley was greatly enlightened.
Allen explained the spell, the casting method, and the dispelling method of the spell 'Flash Powder' to Mr. Fley, just as Mr. Fley taught Allen and the other students wholeheartedly.
With Allen's help, Mr. Fleevy experimented several times. Finally, a cloud of golden smoke spurted out from the top of Mr. Fleevy's magic wand and covered his desk.
Mr. Fleevy waved his magic wand according to Allen's instructions, and the golden smoke disappeared again.
"It worked!" Mr. Fleevy jumped off his chair in joy.
Allen was about to leave, but Mr. Fleevy stopped him and hesitated.
Allen looked at his professor strangely. He had never seen his professor so hesitant before.
"You guys did a great job with your training. Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout came to me because the young wizards in their college want to join. "
Mr. Fleevy crossed his arms and rested his elbows on the desk. "I wonder if you can choose some excellent young wizards or young wizards that you approve of to join Ravenclaw's training?"
Allen blinked and understood what the professor meant.
Allen was not hesitant about it. He was not unfamiliar with large classes.
He was a professional when it came to teaching.
He was passionate about being a teacher.
He was positive about anything that could benefit the Hogwarts.
Therefore, he agreed without any reluctance.
Penello wouldn't turn down Mr. Fleevy's request, would he?
When Allen left, Mr. Fleevy, who was very satisfied, gave Allen a booklet, in which he recorded some of his personal tips on magic modification.
It was a pleasant surprise for Allen to receive such a precious notebook. He was very satisfied and cherished it.
Compared to Allen, their friendship was tested again under the iron triangle of Gryffindor.
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