"I have to say, Allen, you're quite lucky. In a place like Azkaban, other than the prisoners, there are only Dementors. "Albert recalled.
"Our Aura is the only member of the Ministry of Magic who often goes in and out of the Azkaban prison, other than the Ministry of Magic officials who can patrol and visit the Ministry of Magic. Because the Aura is responsible for escorting these prisoners to Azkaban. But no one is willing to do this job. Only the Aura with a weak background and weak abilities are sent. "
Albert smiled. Allen could understand. There was an unspoken rule in every industry. Newcomers, honest people with no background, and people with weak abilities were at the bottom of the industry. They were destined to do the hard, tiring, and unpopular work.
"If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many troublemakers last time, and the few Aura couldn't handle it all, I wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, a place full of despair." Albert stood up and said goodbye to Allen.
He now had a lot of authority, but at the same time, he had more responsibilities and was even busier. Although he enjoyed the feeling of being fulfilled, he did not dare to let his guard down. He fulfilled every one of his responsibilities dutifully.
Allen also went to the magic classroom. Allen had already mastered the Flying Spell, and he skillfully assisted Professor Fleevy in correcting the young wizards' pronunciation.
"Allen, the Slytherin were sneaking around this morning. I don't know what they're up to. But I heard Malfoy mention your name. "
When Allen threw a thick dictionary at Michael, Michael reminded him.
"Ouch!" Michael cried out in pain. The dictionary hit his head.
"Practice seriously, Michael." Professor Fleevy reminded him.
Michael did not dare to say anything more and focused on practicing.
All kinds of books and stationery flew around the classroom, and then the sound of them falling to the ground was endless.
The little wizards of Ravenclaw were still discussing how to successfully inscribe their names into the Goblet of Fire a few minutes before the class started. Now, they were fully immersed in practicing the Flying Incantation in groups.
Any young wizard who could master the Flying Spell before the end of the class would be exempted from writing the paper assigned by Professor Fleevy.
Even so, other than Allen, most of the young wizards who joined the training class were given the privilege of not having to do any homework.
After Allen helped Professor Fleevy tidy up the classroom, he saw Ravenclaw's ghost, Ms. Gray, as soon as he walked out of the door.
Lady Grey floated over in an extremely elegant manner. Her hands were crossed and placed below her lower abdomen, just like a princess.
When she saw Allen, she nodded expressionlessly and floated past Allen without looking back.
"Why did Lady Grey only nod to you? Is it because you're the most outstanding wizard in Hogwarts?" Michael touched his chin, feeling more and more certain that he had guessed the truth of the matter.
Allen smiled slightly and did not say anything. He understood. Other than Naughty Ghost, all the ghosts in the castle had been instructed by Dumbledore to observe Professor Moody's every move.
Lady Grey nodded, which meant that Moody had successfully inscribed Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire.
Just when Allen turned the corner of the stairs, Malfoy hurried upstairs with Gal and Crabbe.
When he saw Allen, Malfoy excitedly called out to him. "Allen!"
"Draco, did you pick up a big bag of gold coins?" Happiness could be contagious. Seeing Malfoy's happy face, Allen could not help but tease him.
"Go to the cafeteria, you'll know when you see it," Malfoy urged.
Gal and Crabbe gasped for breath and laughed foolishly.
Thinking of Michael's words in class just now, Allen's curiosity was really piqued.
Perhaps it was because adepts from other schools were here as guests, but the house fairies of Hogwarts did their best to prepare a sumptuous feast. But the little wizards' minds were not on the tantalizing food at all. Their attention was attracted by the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the hall.
The Goblet was placed in the middle of the hall, on the stool where the sorting hat was usually placed. A thin golden line was drawn on the floor. The radius of the circle was ten feet, enclosing the Goblet in the middle.
Some of the little wizards from Slytherin Academy were neatly lined up on both sides of the aisle. When they saw Allen behind Malfoy, as if they had rehearsed this countless times, they neatly raised their wands and nodded on their left shoulder, giving a wizard's salute.
Allen hurriedly returned the salute. Malfoy's expression was full of unconcealable joy. From the bottom of his heart, he felt that a pure-blooded should be like Allen.
As for the other Slytherin, whether it was because of their elders' exhortations during the summer vacation, or because of Family Harris' influence in the Ministry of Magic, they were all willing to befriend Allen.
Not to mention, Allen, who was already very elegant, exuded a special charm after consuming the attribute potion, which made people want to befriend him willingly.
"Who can tell me, what are you all doing?" Dumbledore's voice was heard. Behind him stood Miss Maksim and Kakarov.
Allen quietly observed the changes, not taking the lead. Malfoy took the initiative to explain. Malfoy had become the leader of Slythrin ever since Marcus, who had always repeated a year, graduated.
"Headmaster, we Slytherin unanimously believe that Allen is the best candidate. Harris has the strength to represent the Hogwarts. Only he can bring us the greatest glory. Therefore, we have all the Slytherin who are 17 years old or older throw in a parchment with Allen's name on it. "
Malfoy was neither servile nor overbearing, but his words instantly angered Kakarov, who was standing behind Dumbledore.
"Cheating, this is a shameful act of cheating," Kakarov said.
"No, we didn't cheat. The rules of the competition didn't say that others can't throw in on behalf of others!" Malfoy was calm and composed. He didn't panic just because the other party was the headmaster.
"The rules didn't say anything, but this is a shameful act! It's not fair, Dumbledore. "Kakarov looked as if he was about to fly into a rage out of humiliation.
Kakarov's face was red. In fact, he had countless mocking words he wanted to say, but when he thought of the Auror and Allen, who were eyeing him covetously, Kakarov could only swallow those words that he did not want to hear.
"In fact, if I wanted to enter the Goblet of Fire, I wouldn't have to make such a big fuss." Allen raised his magic wand and aimed it at the Goblet of Fire.
Allen raised his arm and used his magic wand to lightly tap the parchment in his hand. The parchment suddenly flew up, hovering above the age line for a few seconds, and then flew straight into the Goblet of Fire.
"I think you can't blame others for taking advantage of the loopholes in your setup," Allen said in a clear voice.
Madam Maxim and Kakarov's expressions turned ugly. The number of Magi in the magic world who could cast such a powerful Confusion Spell at such a young age could probably be counted on one hand, not to mention that Allen had also used Silent Spell Casting and cast it without making a sound.
"Looks like Allen? Harris isn't just an outstanding player from Quidditch, he's also very good at controlling magic spells! He's definitely a strong opponent. "Madam Maxim thought to herself.
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