Allen no longer paid attention to how the System would deal with the crown with the soul fragment of Lord Voldemort. He quickly left the room and seized the opportunity to continue exploring the statue of Loynar Ravenclaw.
In order not to alarm the person who placed the troll, Allen activated the invisibility function of the Wonderful Wizard Robe. This decision was extremely wise. As soon as he came out of the room, Allen saw Professor Quirrell running up the stairs with a pale face in a panic.
Would Professor Quirrell, who looked very timid, be the one who soaked the troll in formalin? Allen, who knew the general plot, did not doubt it. After all, Lord Voldemort was hiding behind Professor Quirrell's head under the scarf that was filled with the smell of garlic! Lord Voldemort's sense of smell should not have recovered, right? Otherwise, if it had recovered, wouldn't he be surrounded by the smell of garlic every day? Would he be so smelly that he would doubt his life?
With his imagination running wild, Allen quickly returned to Ravenclaw's lounge. The students of Ravenclaw who were having fun had not returned yet. Allen used the same trick again. He took out the crown that had been purified by the System and placed it on Loynar Ravenclaw's curly hair. The shape fit perfectly, but the crown quickly slid down from the statue's smooth head and fell on the chair, making a crisp knocking sound and bouncing on the carpet.
What went wrong? Allen quickly jumped down and picked up the crown. It was indeed not like Ravenclaw's crown. The old crown did not have a trace of luster. Allen took out his magic wand and pointed at the crown. "Restore as new." The crown did not change at all. It was still as shabby as before.
Allen was puzzled. He simply cast the spell "Clean as new" and "Show yourself quickly", but the crown still did not change. Until …
Allen remembered the Magic Ball of the Goddess of Fortune that he had obtained before school started. He took out the Magic Ball and the Magic Spell Encyclopedia from the System storage. Ever since the Fortune Elves had cast the spell to remove the curse, the Magic Spell Encyclopedia had automatically been absorbed into the spell. There was even a phonetic guide!
In any case, Allen was already helpless against the crown. Why not give it a try? Perhaps there would be a miracle!
While Allen was studying the curse, time passed by slowly. When he heard the voice answering the question outside the door, Allen realized that the Halloween masquerade ball by the lakeside was over, and the common room would soon be lively. To be on the safe side, he decided to stop his research. In any case, whether he went or not, the statue was still there, and he couldn't leave.
After quickly arranging the chair, Allen ran back to the dormitory. Soon, there was a commotion in the common lounge. Soon, the noise dispersed and drifted away.
The bedroom door was pushed open with a bang, and Edward rushed in excitedly. When he saw Allen sitting at the table, he wasn't surprised at all. This made Allen feel a little strange.
"Allen, you're back so soon? I really don't understand the interests of straight-A students like you. It's such an interesting ball, and you still want to read! Fortunately, Anna knows to carry a lot of delicious food. Otherwise, you really don't know how to enjoy life! " Edward said as he took off his sweater full of cream and butter. Obviously, he had a good time tonight, and the sweater was proof that he had a crazy time.
"Yes, oh, Edward, I took Anna's book. I have to find her and return it to her. Have you seen her? "Allen asked.
"Didn't she come back with you? Why are you asking me?" Edward asked absent-mindedly. Tonight, the seniors had actually gotten butter beer, and the little wizards had also enjoyed a few cups. Now, they just wanted to quickly wash up and have intimate contact with the bed.
"Have a good rest. I'll go out for a while." Allen couldn't sit still. He wanted to see Anna immediately.
When he walked to the common room, he saw Anna's roommate, Catherine.
"Katherine, can you call Anna for me? I need to return the book to her. "Allen waved the magic book in his hand.
"Okay, I just came back. I'll go call her." Catherine agreed without hesitation.
After a while, Catherine walked out with a puzzled expression. "Allen, Anna is not in the dormitory. It's so strange. It's so late. Where did she go?"
"She must have thought that she left the book at the place where we were just now. She went back to look for it. I'll go find her. "Allen quickly covered for Anna.
After saying goodbye to Catherine, Allen went straight to the library. Sure enough, in the hidden corner where they often read, Anna was holding a book by herself and sipping from the drink in her hand from time to time. The dim light cast a soft halo on her face. Allen couldn't see her expression clearly, but he had to break the silence around her. On this cold night when the whole school was celebrating, Anna was all alone. She just wanted to give Allen an excuse to not show up. Allen couldn't tell what he was feeling right now. Maybe he felt sorry for her, maybe he was grateful, or maybe there were some other feelings that he couldn't explain.
"Anna, thank you!" Allen sat down beside Anna. Anna's expression was very peaceful. There was no trace of loneliness, nor was there any trace of complaint or anxiety.
"It doesn't matter. I also like reading books. I enjoy staying here and eating delicious food and reading books." Anna smiled very softly, and Allen's heart was in a mess. The reason why they could have this party tonight was because of Anna's suggestion to Professor Fleevy. This meant that Anna must like this arrangement very much. But for him, Anna gave up her hobby …
After a long silence, Lucien said, "Anna, it's late. Let's go back." A pair of hands, two close hearts.
In November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with ice and snow. The lake was as cold and hard as quenched steel. Every morning, there was frost on the ground. Hagrid could be seen from the window upstairs. He was wearing a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver fur boots. He was defrosting a flying broom on the Quidditch field.
The Quidditch season was about to begin. Roger was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood. Whenever he had time, he would grab Allen and the others to train. Just like that, Quidditch training increased from three times a week to five times a week.
The professors did not let up on their studies just because of the exciting Quidditch season. "A truly excellent wizard can withstand any kind of pressure, any kind of pressure!" Professor Snape said as he assigned an extra ten inches of parchment paper to the students.
Compared to the other students, Allen was obviously busier. He couldn't fall behind in the Quidditch training. Besides completing the homework assigned by the professors, he also had to get up early to practice the Elementary Body Refining Technique. He couldn't slack off in accumulating potion books in the library … More importantly, in the hour before bed, Allen would carefully study the pronunciation and casting movements of the Fortune Fairies to remove curses.
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