"How did they manage to arrange so many books in such a short time?" A first-year Ravenclaw excitedly ran a finger along the spines of the rows of large, thick, sheepskin books.
"Common Incantations and Dispelling Spells... Outsmarting Black Magic... Self-Defense Incantations... Wow..." The young wizards' faces lit up.
It was interesting to say that if the professor had assigned them to read these books, they would have read them, but they would not have taken the initiative to do so.
"Great, everything we need is here." Michael excitedly looked at the scopes, detectors, and other instruments on the table.
Edward kicked the large satin cushion under his feet. "What are these for?"
"These are useful for practicing the Coma Spell," Michael said excitedly.
They did not stay excited for long. Under the command of Allen and Penello, they were assigned to the same group as Neville and Flegg. Michael was the team leader, which made him very happy.
Soon, the classroom quieted down.
Penello distributed the training plan that he and Allen had made, and the team leaders spontaneously organized the young wizards to practice.
Some of the first-year wizards were still practicing the Floating Spell. They waved their wrists and danced happily.
Some middle and senior students were practicing the Disarm Spell. Allen found that even the fifth-year students could not disarm their opponents. Many of them could not disarm their opponents' weapons at all. They could only force them to jump back a few steps or flinch, and the weak spells whistled over their heads.
There was a lot of chanting in the room, and wands flew everywhere. The spells that missed hit the books on the shelves, and the books flew into the air.
Neville's wand flew out and hit the ceiling. Sparks flew everywhere, and then it fell on top of the bookshelf with a clang. Allen summoned it back with a summoning spell.
Suddenly, the classroom quieted down.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Many of the young wizards could not hide their excitement. Was the principal here to visit them?
"Ah, good job!" Dumbledore smiled and waved at the young wizards.
Then he looked at Allen. "Harris, please allow me to interrupt your training. Would you like to listen to this old man's nagging?"
Dumbledore winked at Allen mischievously, and many of the young wizards could not help but laugh.
Allen could not laugh. He did not like things that were not under his control.
Allen said a few words to Penello, and then followed Dumbledore to the principal's office.
They came to the stone monster. Dumbledore said the password, and the monsters parted to the left and right. He and Ellen walked up the moving spiral staircase to the oak door.
Dumbledore pushed the door open and Alan followed.
Exquisite silverware was placed on the table with long slender legs, and it spun quietly, puffing out smoke.
The portraits of the former principal and the former principal were snoring in the frame, their heads leaning lazily on the armchair or leaning against the portrait.
Allen looked across Dumbledore's clean desk, and saw the principal sitting on the wide armchair. He was trying to figure out why the principal had called him here.
Perhaps it was because of the person who had been in the limelight recently — Sirius! Allen guessed.
"Perhaps we can have a drink before we talk." Dumbledore winked again, and a plate flew from the shelf to the front.
"Casting spells without a staff, such precise control!" Allen praised in his heart.
On the plate was a bottle of Spanish wine and a few wine glasses.
"This was given to me by Sirius. I thought that good wine would only taste good if it was shared with others. This is fruit wine. Even a minor wizard should be able to drink it. "
Dumbledore looked at the label of the wine, and then poured two glasses of wine. He raised his glass and asked Allen to drink with him.
Allen, of course, knew that refusing to drink with an Englishman was a great offense, so he raised his glass.
However, his slightly narrowed eyes did not stop observing Dumbledore for a moment.
Professor Dumbledore looked very amiable, and smiled at Allen. His expression was like that of an innocent child sharing candy with a friend.
Allen touched the wine glass slightly, but not a drop of wine flowed into his mouth. He put the glass down, and the professor did not force him.
"Sirius is very grateful to you. You helped him to clear his name." Dumbledore said gently, "However, I also heard about the deal between the two of you."
Allen raised his eyebrows. "Professor, I think an equivalent deal is necessary. No one can achieve their goal without paying a price. "
In Dumbledore's view, although the little wizard in front of him was only a thirteen-year-old boy, he was extremely cautious. He could not help but think of the news he received today.
Allen's brother, Albert, was promoted to one of the supervisors of Aura Command in the Ministry of Magic.
His father, Owen? Harris was transferred to the position of Deputy Director of the Magical Law Enforcement Department. His other brother, Lunn, was currently working in this department.
His mother and sister were also transferred from St. Mungo's Magical Hospital to the Magical Accident and Disaster Department.
Even his aunt, Josephine? Harris was also promoted to the position of Director of the Magical Creatures Management and Control Department.
"Allen, do you know why Lord Voldemort must kill Harry?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.
Allen looked at Dumbledore. Of course, in his heart, he knew that this was a tragedy caused by a prophecy!
A meditation basin flew on the table. Dumbledore extracted his memory and sent it into the meditation basin.
A figure emerged from inside, wearing a shawl. Her eyes were particularly large behind her glasses. She slowly rotated, her feet in the meditation basin.
Allen immediately recognized her. This was the Hogwarts divination professor, Sybil Trelawney. Sybil Trelawney!
But when she opened her mouth to speak, a harsh and hoarse voice came out.
"The person with the power to conquer the Black Devil is approaching... Born in a family that defeated the Black Devil three times... Born in the seventh month... The Black Devil marked him as a formidable opponent, but he has power that the Black Devil does not understand... One must die by the other's hand, because both cannot live, only one can survive... The person with the power to conquer the Black Devil will be born at the end of the seventh month..."
The image dissipated.
"Lord Voldemort personally marked Harry. Harry is the one who can defeat The Dark Lord. Allen! "Professor Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious.
"I know that you were once close friends with Harry. He will face tremendous pressure, far more than anyone else in the magic world. Lord Voldemort will stop at nothing to get rid of Harry. He needs your help. "
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