Chapter 420
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"There's one thing I have to apologize to you for." Kakarov felt that he had been a fool. How could he have been blinded by the reputation of the Three Warlock Tournament? It was really unwise to make things difficult for Allen.
Kakarov was a little embarrassed to say it, but with his rich experience in society, he knew that it was better to say something before it happened rather than apologize after it happened. This was also a kind of surrender!
"Oh, go ahead." Allen narrowed his eyes, but his expression was still gentle.
"In view of the great strength you showed in the second game, Mrs. Maxim and I strongly request that the third game be changed. Although the game has not been finalized, the content of the game should be to make the Warriors avoid or use magic spells as much as possible. "Kakarov uneasily rubbed his hands.
Allen smiled and nodded. Seeing this, Kakarov heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense nerves.
After subduing Kakarov, Allen wrote a letter to Mr. Harris and told him the situation. Allen, who had been in a good mood all day, seemed to do everything smoothly.
In the evening, Allen leaned on the windowsill and looked at the field outside. He looked at the dark, rustling treetops in the forbidden forest and the sails of Demstrand's ship fluttering in the wind.
A small eagle owl flew over the smoke coming out of the chimney of Hagrid's hut and flew towards the castle. It then went around the owl hut and disappeared.
Allen lowered his head and saw Hagrid digging in front of his hut. Allen did not understand what he was doing. It looked like he was opening up a piece of land to plant vegetables. At this time, Mrs. Maxim came out of Boothbottom's carriage and walked towards Hagrid. It looked like she wanted to talk to him.
Soon, the two of them stood together. Allan saw Mrs. Maxim put her hand on Hagrid's hand. The two huge figures were very close to each other. Allan's hand repeatedly rubbed his chin. Did Mrs. Maxim really have a good impression of Hagrid, or did she want to use this opportunity to establish a good relationship with him so that she could obtain information about the third match?
But Allen's good mood only lasted until breakfast the next day. While Allen was struggling with the delicious bacon, eggs, and pickled herring, the messenger owl flew over. Allen raised his head and looked at the owl.
He was not the only one who did this. All the young wizards looked at him in surprise. A gray owl landed on the plate in front of him, followed by four barn owls, a brown owl, and a gray owl.
The Gryffindor around him got up and moved away from him to avoid getting their clothes dirty.
More and more owls jostled to the front, all wanting to be the first to deliver the letter to him.
"This — this is ridiculous —" Ron opened a letter and viciously tore it to pieces.
The letter he tore had a strong English flavor. It was a letter of encouragement, an encouragement of love. The owner of the letter showed fanatical support for the love between Ron and Krum. He believed that Ron had done what he wanted to do but couldn't.
There were also some young Hogwarts wizards who sent anonymous letters to Ron through the owls. They thought that Ron was too brave. As young Hogwarts wizards, they would never dare to disclose their sexual orientation.
There was also a very strange letter. It was not handwritten, but seemed to be written with letters cut out from the Wizard Weekly.
You are a despicable and bad wizard. You must have shamelessly used an aphrodisiac to confuse Krum and Harry Potter. They deserve a better man. Go back to your shack.
"It's all letters like this!" Ron's expression became more and more impatient. He tore open the letters one by one and said desperately, "Krum deserves a man a hundred times better than you … You should be boiled in green algae …"
He swept the letters to the ground carelessly. He didn't have the patience to read any more.
Under the letters, a huge package was revealed. The package was very delicate and was tied with a purple bow. On the top of the wrapping paper was written: For the world's cutest red-haired boy — Ron Weasley.
Ron patted the package. He gently pulled the bow and tore a corner of the wrapping paper. The colorful candy paper was exposed.
"It's candy." Ron was finally happy. He reached his hand into the torn corner and grabbed a handful of candy.
He happily held it in front of him, wanting to smell the sweet smell of the candy. Suddenly, he screamed miserably and waved his arms desperately.
Just as he moved his nose closer to the candies, the colorful candies suddenly turned into large black spiders that quickly crawled from his hand to his body.
As Ron waved, the damaged package began to tremble. With a puff, it was torn apart, and a steady stream of black spiders poured out from it.
Ron jumped on the chair in fright, but the spiders seemed to recognize him and moved quickly in his direction. What scared him the most was that he might have used too much force when he waved his arms, and some of the spiders were thrown onto his head and face.
The spiders began to climb up along the legs of the chair. Ron screamed and jumped off the chair. He stared at the spiders with his eyes wide open and stepped back. Seeing Ron in such a sorry state, many of the little wizards laughed without any malice.
Wherever Ron went, the little wizards jumped onto their chairs one after another. No one made a move. It seemed to be an interesting thing to see Ron embarrass himself.
Unknowingly, Ron retreated to the vicinity of Ravenclaw's table. The spiders were much faster than him, densely covering his body. Ron could no longer bear the fear and fainted on the ground.
Seeing the worried expressions on the Weasley twins and Jenny's faces, and under the surprised gazes of the Ravenclaw, Allen sighed and stood up. He pointed his wand at the densely packed spiders. The spiders emitted black smoke at the same time, crackling like beans being fried, and then disappeared without a trace.
Allen didn't make a move again and calmly sat back in his seat. If he hadn't seen that some of the spiders were particularly poisonous, and that Mrs. Weasley would send him gifts every Christmas, he would have thought that Ron was being pranked like this quite amusing.
These spiders reminded Allen of the eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest. These things reproduced quickly, and although the soul energy they could extract was far less than a wizard's, it was relatively easier to get rid of the unwanted parts. They were very suitable as soul-absorbing tonics. Most importantly, apart from Hagrid, no one would have any sympathy for the disappearance of these things. Besides, it was illegal for Hagrid to let them live in the Forbidden Forest.
While everyone's attention was on Ron, Luna also received a letter from the four owls.
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