"Speaking of prophecies, Professor, I happen to have some understanding of them!" Allen said in a deep voice.
Dumbledore put his hands together and supported his chin. He stared at the young wizard in front of him with interest.
"By chance, I learned something from an ancient book." Allen looked into Dumbledore's eyes. "Prophecies are only a possibility of the future. Things that are not prophesied can also happen."
"When we know a prophecy, we can make the most preparations to deal with the most likely fate," Dumbledore said calmly.
"But the more you believe in the prophecy, the more likely it is to happen. As far as I know, there are only two boys who meet the conditions of the prophecy, and Neville is one of them. "Allen looked at Dumbledore meaningfully.
"But the Lord Voldemort personally marked Harry," Professor Dumbledore continued.
"Then do you think that the fate of these two boys and their families is in the hands of the Lord Voldemort?" Allen's gentleness disappeared. He was as sharp as an unsheathed sword.
"This is only the choice of the Lord Voldemort, Allen." Professor Dumbledore was still very calm.
"Yes, the strong control their fate, and the weak are controlled by others." Allen's tone was firm as he stated his own philosophy.
"I think that I should be in control of my own life. I won't revolve around some savior and wait for victory to come. I will constantly increase my strength to meet any challenges. "Allen said proudly.
Dumbledore's eyes were covered with a trace of depression. The high-spirited young man in front of him reminded him of someone.
A very close friend of his when he was young. A guy who also worshipped power. A handsome man who was very interested in black magic.
Yes, Allen had obtained a lot of black magic from the Blake family. He worshipped power so much. This was so similar to Grindelwald!
"Allen, everyone wants to be the main character. But if you follow the traces of fate, your path will be much smoother." Dumbledore stared into Allen's eyes, as if he was re-evaluating the young man in front of him.
"Professor, I think that everyone is their own main character. My life is exciting." Allen insisted.
"Since you insist —" Dumbledore thought for a moment and continued, "I only hope that you will stay away from Harry. Don't affect him and don't interfere with his mission."
Allen looked deeply at Dumbledore. How was he so sure that his plan could guarantee Harry's victory?
"Professor, my thirst for knowledge is endless." Allen suddenly changed the topic. "I hope that you can allow me to borrow books from the forbidden area."
Dumbledore was shocked. He looked at Allen and said, "Allen, I think that you are too obsessed with black magic. If that's the case —"
Allen instantly pulled out his wand. "Summon Guardian Angel!"
A silver phoenix shot out from the tip of the wand. Dumbledore looked on in surprise as it circled around the office.
Dumbledore's phoenix, Fox, tilted her head and looked at the phoenix with interest until it disappeared into thin air.
Fox's gaze stopped on Allen, her expression full of friendliness and curiosity.
Dumbledore's expression softened. A person who was completely immersed in black magic would not be able to use Guardian Angel. It was not only a sign of powerful magic, but also represented protection, love, and hope in the heart.
The moonlight slowly shone, illuminating a silver ink bottle and a beautiful red feather pen.
A piece of parchment silently floated to the table. Dumbledore picked up the feather pen and the ink bottle's cap automatically opened.
But soon, he put down the feather pen.
"Allen, I sleep very soundly at night. So does Mrs. Pins," Professor Dumbledore suddenly said.
It seemed irrelevant, but Allen understood.
"I believe that I can always let this silver phoenix soar in the sky," Allen promised in a deep voice.
Coming out from Dumbledore's office, Allen looked at the monster guarding the door and could not help but laugh.
Professor Dumbledore, let us see whose method is more effective.
Allen walked toward Ravenclaw Tower.
The corridor was quiet and the night was getting darker.
"Resurrection is with me, life is also with me, nothing is impossible, I believe that everything is possible."
Allen's belief became more and more firm, his footsteps echoed in the air, but his heart was calm.
"Allen!" It was Penello, she suddenly appeared from the corner.
"Penello, you haven't gone back yet," Allen said in surprise.
In this quiet night, the two of them looked at each other and smiled.
The two of them slowly walked back to Ravenclaw Tower.
After washing up, Allen sank into the soft bed.
That night, a strange change was happening to Allen's body.
The day's study and the night's experience caused all kinds of thoughts, suddenly disappeared.
His body was floating, but his senses seemed to have become sharper.
He seemed to have arrived at a very strange place.
Amidst the blue, transparent, and boundless ocean, a charming and gentle singing could be heard.
This voice — — was very similar to Luna's singing that day!
The singing voice gradually changed from a single voice to multiple voices, the mysterious harmony stirred the soul.
Rising from the sea to heaven, it was like a banshee like Lorelei trying to seduce a bewitched heart.
The mesmerizing music did not stop, in the blur, Allen seemed to have arrived at the dimly lit library, a cute girl with fluffy hair was reading hard at the table.
The girl opened her red lips slightly, the tip of her tongue licked her lips.
Allen's gaze could not help but linger on her slender and white wrist, her slightly opened red lips, her white front teeth were faintly discernible as her red lips opened and closed.
Allen reached out his longing hand, but in the blink of an eye, the scene disappeared.
He came to the magic classroom, under the moonlight, Penello sat on the chair, her robe slid down, her firm and firm legs appeared in front of him.
The moonlight flickered, the three girls turned into a phantom, enveloping Allen, floating up and down.
He seemed to have returned to the bed where he fell asleep, the phantom also leaned in.
He tried his best to see her face clearly, it seemed very familiar, but also very strange.
The snow-white dress covered her feet, but half of her upper body was covered.
Her hair flowed like water waves, her longing gaze was seductive.
Allen closed his eyes, not daring to look again, but his senses were opened to enjoy the unprecedented joy.
Her cold and soft fragrant lips were pressed against his thirsty lips, but his chest was warm and warm.
Allen felt that this kind of love was close to pain, this kind of lust was close to torture.
But the more he wanted to push away this strange love, the more his senses were infatuated with this mysterious and dreamy charm.
Finally, he fell, he indulged in this feast of senses.
He enjoyed the fiery kiss, indulged in the warmth and softness, and ecstasy in this charming dream.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
