Chapter 293: Dumbledore's temptation

"How did they put so many books in such a short time?" A first-year Ravenclaw excitedly stretched out a finger across the spine of the rows of thick sheepskin-faced books.
""Ordinary Spells and Solutions"..."Outsmarting Black Magic"..."Self-Defense Spell Collection"...Wow..." The little wizards' faces lightened.
Interestingly speaking, if the professor assigned them to read these big tomes, they would certainly read, but they would definitely not be as interested and active as they are now.
"It's great, we have everything we need." Michael excitedly looked at the sight glasses, secret detectors and other instruments on the table.
Edward kicked the big satin cushion under his feet. "What is this for?"
"These are useful when practicing coma spells," Michael said excitedly.
They didn't get excited for long, they were put into a group under the command of Alan and Penello, and Michael Rong was the group leader, which made him happy.
Soon, the classroom became quiet.
Penello distributed the training plans made by Allen one by one, and the group leaders spontaneously organized the little wizards to practice.
Some first-grade little wizards are still practicing the tricks of floating spells, waving their wrists and dancing happily.
There are also some middle and high grade students practicing the disarming spell. Allen found that even the fifth grade students use the spells in a mess. Many people can't disarm their opponents at all. They just force them to jump back a few steps or wince. , Weak spells whizzed over them.
There were noisy spells in the room, wands flew around, missed spells hit the books on the shelf, and books flew into the air.
Unknown's wand whirled and flew out, hit the ceiling, sparks splattered, and then fell on the top of the bookshelf with a clang, and Allen took it back with a summoning spell.
Suddenly, the classroom gradually calmed down.
"Principal Dumbledore!" Many little wizards can't restrain the excitement on their faces. Does the principal come to visit them?
"Ah, good job!" Dumbledore smiled and waved to the little wizards.
Then he looked at Alan, "Harris, please allow me to interrupt your training. I wonder if you would like to listen to my old man nagging?"
Dumbledore blinked mischievously at Alan, and many little wizards couldn't help but laugh.
Alan nodded gently, but he couldn't laugh a little. He didn't like being interrupted and disrupting the rhythm when he was planning his own arrangement.
A few words to Penello, and then Alan followed Dumbledore to the principal's room.
They came to the stone monster. Dumbledore spoke the command, and the monster separated left and right. He and Allen walked up the moving spiral staircase to the oak gate.
Dumbledore pushed the door open, and Allen walked in.
The exquisite silverware was placed on the slender-legged table, spinning quietly, spraying smoke.
The portraits of the headmasters and heads of the past are all snoring in the frame, their heads lazily leaning back on the armchair or leaning against the portrait.
Allen crossed the clean table top of Dumbledore's desk and looked at the principal sitting in the large armchair, wondering what he meant for him.
Perhaps it was because of Sirius, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, the most popular figure recently, Allen guessed.
"Perhaps before we talk, we can drink something to moisturize our throat." Dumbledore blinked again, and a plate flew in front of him from a shelf on one side, with a bottle of Spanish wine and several wine glasses on the plate. The wine bottle is being filled for both of them under Dumbledore's control.
"It's not too unusual to cast this kind of curse without a rod, but it's so accurate." Allen exclaimed in his heart.
"This was given to me by Sirius. I think a good wine must be shared by someone to drink it. This kind of fruit wine should be drunk by a minor wizard—as long as you don’t tell Minerva..."
Dumbledore observed the label of the wine, handed the full glass to Allen, and raised his glass to greet him to drink together.
Of course Allen understood that it would be a great offense to refuse a toast to the same Englishman-so he took the glass.
However, his slightly narrowed eyes did not stop observing Dumbledore for a moment.
Professor Dumbledore looked very kind, and looked at Alan with a smile, like an innocent child sharing candy with his companions.
Allen slightly dipped the wine glass, but no drop of wine flowed into the mouth. He put the wine glass down, and the professor did not force it.
"Sirius thank you very much. You helped him restore his innocence." Dumbledore said softly. "However, I also heard about the deal between you."
Allen raised his eyebrows lightly. "Principal, I think the equivalent transaction is necessary. No one can achieve their goals without paying any price."
In Dumbledore's opinion, although the little wizard in front of him was only a thirteen-year-old boy, he acted extremely cautiously. He could not help but remember the news he had received today.
Allen's brother Albert Harris was promoted to one of the heads of the Auror Command at the Ministry of Magic.
His father Owen Harris was transferred to the deputy director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department. And his other brother, Renn Harris, is currently transferred to this department.
His mother and sister were also transferred to the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters from the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries~EbookFREE.me~ Even his aunt, Josephine Harris, was promoted to the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures. Director.
No longer exploring the conspiracy, Dumbledore looked at Alan and tried to change the subject, "Alan, do you know why Voldemort must kill Harry?"
Allen shook his head and looked at Dumbledore, but of course he knew that this was a tragedy triggered by a prophecy.
A meditation basin flew onto the table, and Dumbledore pulled out his memory and sent it into the meditation basin.
A figure emerged from the inside, wrapped around the shawl, her eyes looked extraordinarily large behind the glasses, she slowly rotated, her feet in the meditation basin.
Allen recognized immediately, this was Sybil Trelawney, the professor of divination at Hogwarts.
But when she spoke, a harsh, hoarse voice came out.
"The man with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... was born in a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born in the seventh month... The Dark Lord marks him as a strong enemy, but he has a dark touch Through the unknown energy...One must die in the hands of the other, because two people cannot both live, only one survives...The one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month... "
The picture disappeared.
"Voldemort personally marked Harry. Harry is the one who can defeat the Dark Lord. Allen!" Professor Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious.
"I know, you used to be close friends with Harry. He will face tremendous pressure, far more than anyone in the magic world. Voldemort will do everything possible to solve Harry. He needs your help."
Professor Dumbledore stared into Allen's eyes.