Chapter 421
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It was a letter from Mr. Lovegood. He saw the newspaper report and cut out all the pictures and articles related to Luna and made them into an album.
Mr. Lovegood also secretly wrote down the names of the news and comments that said bad things about Luna. They better pray that they didn't do anything shameful or embarrassing.
To Luna, Mr. Lovegood kept reminding her that she could have a good relationship with Allen Harris, but she must not do anything that went beyond friendship when they were students.
In the letter, Mr. Lovegood also attached a picture of himself. There were a lot of blisters on the corner of his mouth, and he was holding an album with Luna's picture in his hand and showing it to the camera.
Luna stared at the letter and carefully put Mr. Lovegood's picture in a book called "Singing Different Tales". She put it in her bag and then opened the next letter.
After reading a few lines, Luna put the letter aside. The line "I like your light blonde hair and white skin the most" was stained by the orange juice spilled by the owl on the table and gradually blurred.
After putting the new issue of "Singing Different Tales" that came with the third letter into her bag, Luna's attention was attracted by Ron, who fainted in front of Ravenclaw's desk. She casually opened the last letter.
A yellowish-green liquid sprayed on her hands, emitting a pungent smell of gasoline. Her hands immediately began to blister.
"Undiluted pus from Bapo tubers!" Allen suddenly appeared beside Luna and the letter floated up. Allen glanced at it, smelled the smell on the letter, and said angrily.
Luna endured the pain and raised her hand to examine it. Her fingers were covered with thick, painful scars. It looked like she was wearing a pair of thick gloves.
Allen pointed his magic wand at her fingers, and a green ointment instantly covered Luna's injured hand evenly. The cool feeling passed through the thick scars and Luna could no longer feel the pain.
Allen then focused on the letter again. "I read in the Wizard Weekly that you are the person that Allen Harris misses the most. Allen is the incarnation of Merlin. He is so bright, handsome, and excellent. You don't deserve to be close to Allen. Just wait, I just need to find a big envelope, and next time, I will send you a curse. If you don't want to die, stay away from my Allen!"
The owls on Luna's table were full and flew away one by one. The ginger owl flew to the window and involuntarily retreated. The owl widened its eyes and flapped its wings desperately, but to no avail.
Like a falling meteor, it quickly arrived in front of Allen.
Ellen stroked its head comfortingly, appeasing the owl that had been innocently angered.
Alan's wand was pressed against the letter that was floating in the air. His lips did not move, but a voice that was completely different from Alan's usual humble and calm tone came out from his tightly shut mouth. That voice was not audible, but it directly affected people's souls. There was a kind of power in the arrogance that could bewitch people's hearts, and the sense of evil that was full of order came from the language itself. The young wizards in the auditorium began to tremble. A feeling of weakness and dizziness spread all over their bodies. The younger and weaker wizards even felt numb all over and could not move at all.
What kind of magic was this? The young wizards in the auditorium all had the same thought in their minds.
"A curse in the Infernal language!" Professor Fleevy stood up from his seat and exclaimed in surprise.
The letter quickly spun and rolled in the air, and a dark red light flashed on the paper. A corner of the letter suddenly burst into flames, emitting a strong smell of sulfur. Soon, the whole letter was burned to ashes.
A piece of parchment appeared in front of Allen, and Allen quickly wrote on it, "If you want to lift the curse, go to the Ministry of Magic and find Aura. Then, ask them to bring you to the Hogwarts to apologize to Luna. Only then will your curse be lifted."
The words were written on the back of the paper, full of vigor. From the handwriting, one could see Allen's anger.
He tied the letter to the owl's leg and let it fly away. Seeing Luna's calm face, Allen's anger finally subsided. When he came back to his senses, he noticed that the young wizards in the auditorium were affected by his spell. He bowed to them apologetically instead of the usual wizard bow that he liked to use. "I'm really sorry, everyone. I didn't control my emotions well. Because of my mistake, you all have a bad feeling."
"Allen!" Professor Fleevy's shrill voice came from behind the young wizards. He looked a little panicked, and his clothes were a little messy. It seemed that he had just squeezed through the crowd of young wizards who came to watch because of Luna's accident. "Please don't kill anyone. The Infernal language carries the power of the devil's contract. Curses in this language can't be removed easily!"
"Thank you, Professor. But I should have controlled it well." Allen looked at Professor Fleevy gratefully. "She started it. She shouldn't have threatened Luna with a curse after playing a malicious prank on her. I'm just punishing her in her own way. As long as this crazy fan of mine turns herself in as soon as possible, she will have enough time to ask the Aura to bring her to me to remove the curse before she dies of old age. After that, she will have enough time to experience the rejuvenation experience just like Benjamin Barton. But although the wrinkles will slowly disappear and the hair will grow back on its own, the missing teeth will probably have to go to the St. Mungo Magic Hospital and drink a glass of Life Bone Spirit to recover. "
After sending Luna to the school doctor's office, Allen came back to help her pack up. He glanced at the ashes on the ground. He felt that the improvement of Luna's soul could not be delayed any longer. It had to be put on the agenda. Luna was hurt like this right in front of him. And the letter was threatening Luna that it would send her a curse next time. Thinking of this possibility, Allen squinted his eyes. It was time to absorb the soul of the giant eight-eyed spider to strengthen his soul. Maybe it was time to have a special date with Penello.
At night, snowflakes fluttered in the air, and a thick layer of snow fell on the ground. Two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in the depths of the forbidden forest.
The tall one with a graceful body and exquisite curves was Penello, who had been working in Aura's office for a few days. The slightly shorter one was Allen, who was in the rapid growth stage of Hogwarts' score control.
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