In the cold night, the wizards who had just alighted from the Hogwarts express quickly walked towards the castle in the distance after alighting from the carriage. They didn't want to stay outside for even a moment in such weather. They missed the warm furnace in the castle, not to mention the sumptuous banquet that was waiting for them.
"Professor Harris." In the cold wind, the voice made many of the young wizards shiver. When they realized that the person Snape called out was Professor Harris, they shrank their necks and walked faster and more hurriedly.
Although Allen was wearing a magic robe that could adjust the temperature, the biting cold wind did not feel good on his face. In front of the big iron gate, Snape's figure was illuminated by the orange lantern swaying in the wind. His aquiline nose and the hand holding the lantern had turned red from the cold. Under his long black hair, his eyes were eagerly looking at Allen.
"Good evening, Professor Snape." After Allen finished speaking, his vague voice sounded in the mind of the Defense Against Black Magic professor. "Professor Snape, this is not a good place to talk. When you're done, go to the Magic Potions classroom. I'll find you later."
Later, when the last few students put on their robes and hats under Snape's impatient gaze and quickly slipped into the castle, Snape shook the lantern and closed the door of the Hogwarts expressionlessly. He then knocked on the chain with his wand. With the sound of metal colliding, the chain slithered like a snake and firmly locked the door.
At this time, Allen was walking up the stairs to his lounge. In the brilliantly lit Hogwarts Castle, Anka was once again the center of attention. This time, not only the young wizards but also the people in the murals on the wall were looking at Anka, who was on Allen's shoulder. They walked around in the frames and whispered to each other.
"Professor Harris." Dumbledore's old voice rang out. He stood on the slightly higher steps and looked at Allen from above his half-moon spectacles.
Allen raised his head and greeted politely, "Good evening, Principal Dumbledore."
"Congratulations, receiving the Phoenix's recognition is really something worth celebrating." Dumbledore glanced at Anka, who was on Allen's shoulder. He did not question Ravenclaw.
"Thank you, Principal." Allen stroked Ahn-Kha's feathers. Ahn-Kha straightened his body, his pitch-black eyes staring vigilantly at Fox on Dumbledore's shoulder.
"This is Fox." Dumbledore gave Anka a friendly smile.
Fox suddenly started singing. His voice was ethereal, ethereal, and mysterious. The little Magus who heard it felt the hair on his scalp stand on end. It was as if the voice was vibrating in his chest, bringing with it an invigorating force.
Fox, with crimson wings, spread her wings and circled around Anka in the air, showing off her shiny golden tail and claws.
"Oh, Fox wants to be friends with your Phoenix, Professor Harris." Dumbledore looked at Fox and Anka with a gratified gaze like an old man looking at his children. "Maybe they can become good friends, Professor Harris. You know they are different from us, they don't have so many thoughts."
"Please don't let Fox get close to Anka. Anka may attack her." Allen frowned and refused Dumbledore's permission to let Fox get close to Anka. He warned Dumbledore, "Animals have their own feelings and thoughts too. Just because they don't have many thoughts doesn't mean they won't."
"Anka, the name of the Arabian Phoenix? That's a good name. " Dumbledore smiled kindly. "Don't worry, Professor Harris. They are all Phoenixes and have their own way of getting along with each other. Fox is just trying to please it."
Allen looked up and glanced at Dumbledore's kind face. He raised the corner of his mouth and didn't say anything. Since Dumbledore insisted, Anka would teach Fox how to be a Phoenix.
Fawkes slowly approached Anka. When it was close enough, Anka suddenly spread its wings and transformed into a ball of flame, appearing above Fawkes. Its long golden beak was aimed at Fawkes. Fawkes did not react at all. It was still singing the strange song, but Anka seemed to be even angrier. It used its claws to grab Fawkes by the neck, and then used its beak to attack Fawkes. It pecked here and there, and one of Fawkes' shiny tail feathers was bitten off.
When the situation developed to the point where Anka began to viciously use the attack tactics it learned when it was in the wild and began to aim its beak at Fox's eyes, which had been artificially raised for decades. Dumbledore, who was surprised, and Allen, who pretended to be surprised, separated them and put them on their respective shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore. Ahn-Kha is a prideful person and has always been in a wild state. He hasn't gotten used to how to interact with others normally. If he reports, we can't easily approach him." A bright red light flitted past Dumbledore's eyes. Anka moved itself to Allen's shoulder, which was closer to Fox. Thinking that it had won, it used its long beak to provocatively comb its feathers. "I'm very sorry, Principal Dumbledore. I just listened to you and thought that I haven't been raising Phoenixes for long enough to understand their habits, so I'm very sorry that I didn't stop it in advance …"
Fox landed behind Dumbledore, no longer looking as majestic as before. Its feathers were very messy, and it was in an unprecedented sorry state. But what was even more dispirited was that it was obviously stunned by the inexplicable attack. It slumped on Dumbledore's shoulder as if it was mentally traumatized. This made Allen feel a little apologetic. After all, perhaps it was because of his Animagus form, Fox's attitude towards Allen had always been quite good.
"This is the first time they've met, so they're still very unfamiliar with each other. When they get familiar with each other in the future, perhaps they'll become friends in the end." Dumbledore, who found a way out for himself and Fox, pushed up his glasses. His blue eyes filled with doubt looked through the crescent-shaped glasses at Anka, who had begun to intimately rub against Allen's cheek again. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Was there really such a huge difference in personality between male and female Phoenixes? Fox and Anka had never been so close to him.
Allen didn't comment on Dumbledore's words, but he was too lazy to argue with Dumbledore about such a meaningless topic. "Then, Principal Dumbledore, please allow me to take my leave first. I have to go back to my office to pack my luggage …"
"Professor Harris, please wait." Dumbledore once again called out to Allen, who was about to turn and leave.
Allen turned sideways and calmly waited for him to continue.
"If … your ancient magic class only teaches the less dangerous black magic and gives up on the more dangerous ones …" Dumbledore stared at Allen, and the air seemed to freeze. "I won't object to you setting up this class anymore."
"According to the seven types of charms that modern magic is divided into, strictly speaking, the obstacles in evil curses are considered less dangerous black magic. Although the effect of petrification is completely different from the effect of petrification, it is also a type of curse magic. Curses are usually used to cause harm, control, or even death to the victim. Like evil curses and poison curses, the students of Hogwarts have already learned some of them in school." Allen looked at Professor Dumbledore and said solemnly, "Most of these types of magic can be counteracted or dispelled by special anti-curses and general anti-curses, so we have become accustomed to them. But it also shows that they are not effective enough. Of course, I will not let my students use magic that is irreversible or impossible to be reversed. I have been strengthening this, just like the protective clothing on their bodies and the wands that can reduce the power of curses … So, Headmaster Dumbledore, I believe you have heard the recent news about Madam Ravenclaw. I assure you that it is true. If you can give up opposing my reform, I am willing to plead with Madam Ravenclaw to remove the vicious curse on your hand and fully cooperate with you to get rid of the Mystery Man. What do you think?"
Dumbledore was speechless for a moment. He could not agree to Allen's condition that seemed to be very advantageous to him. In fact, if he was willing, just like what Snape told him, he was confident that he could get rid of the curse by himself if he spent his time on it. However, he could not bear to watch so many students come into contact with such dangerous, evil, and black magic when their behavior was most easily distorted and distorted. "Allen … Since both of us are fully cooperating and you also think that you can get rid of Tom, why should we let the students risk their lives to learn these spells?"
"Because we've gotten rid of one The Dark Lord, Tom. There's no guarantee that there won't be another The Dark Lord, Jerry. We have to teach our compatriots to solve problems by themselves as much as possible. Or take a step back and let them be more capable of holding on until people like us solve their problems for them. Besides, if the strength of every individual in the Wizarding World can be improved, it will trigger a good chain reaction that will allow the Wizarding World to develop … But forget it, Headmaster Dumbledore. Let's see what we can do …" Allen shrugged and spread out his hands in a helpless manner. Then, he bade farewell to Dumbledore and continued to walk up the stairs to his own office.
The aged current headmaster of the Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, silently watched the young professor of ancient magic, Allen Harris, walk up the stairs until the corner of his unique magic robe disappeared from the corner. Only then did he continue to walk down the stairs to the hall on the first floor.
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