Vol 2 Chapter 1283: ?Please follow me to the office

After that, the students pulled out their wands and looked viciously at the devil who had been imprisoned, until Allen took out his pocket watch and looked at the approaching end of get out of class, but only Hermione and Della who had practiced privately in advance The subjects are fairly proficient, and others with a little talent can release one or two at most. More students just let the tip of their wand shine.
After all, the spelling rules of this magic are not the same as ordinary spells. The little wizards are also the first time they come into contact. There is no previous experience for them to refer to-although Michael Kona successfully released a missile, But because he was disturbed before casting the spell, he set the target on Seamus Finnigan, who was turned into a thunderbolt explosion curse with magic missiles. Fortunately, Allen countered in time, otherwise even practicing the magic wand would suppress the magic. The curse power, he will inevitably live in the courtyard for a long time.
Seeing the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of the wizards, Alan, who felt that it was actually more dangerous than he expected, had to say: "Before you master it, don't use it against people in ordinary duels. In addition... "Allen's expression became very serious, "Whether it is magic missiles or you can learn iron armor and shielding skills soon, although this kind of force field spells cannot cause permanent damage to the ghosts, they will inevitably be temporary. It makes it difficult for them to maintain their form...so these spells are used rigorously on the ghosts...Of course, the exception is Pippi."
Although Ellen didn’t say it clearly, the little wizards knew that it was for Ms. Gray’s sake. If they were broken up, they would not be harmful to the ghost, but they are probably extremely insulting...
"Then, let me clean up the scene first..."
As he said, Alan waved his restraining wand in his hand, and a series of twenty magic missiles wrapped in the stars erupted from his wand continuously, rushing to the three demon hundred-eyed ghosts in the confinement circle.
The blue energy automatically divided into three waves, slamming on them without interruption, broken orange arms flying all over the sky, when the bombing stopped, only a few stumps and broken arms were left in the confinement circle, and the three hundred-eyed ghosts were the worst. The core part has been blown into orange mash, spreading out a large pool on the ground.
The sound of the wizards’ gasps sounded in an instant. Although everyone knew about Alan’s strength, it’s not common to kill the three demons in one breath, let alone use a suppression wand. The scene of sexual destruction.
"This is a high-level magic missile storm using the same principle as the magic missile." Allen said to the surprised students, "As I said earlier, this will be placed in universities and temples by me. Interested students can Go to these places after graduation to further your studies. Now, let’s end the get out of class."
The students who had been free for a whole class looked a little messy after hearing the order and recalled the happy life before being taught by Penello.
"Hermione, my mother asked you to come to my house for dinner. You put the book back to the dormitory and we will go together... eh? Emily?" Allen kept his eyes on his sister for a moment, and the two looked at each other. After that, he moved his gaze to Emily, "Then, Miss Parkinson, please wait a moment. Please come with me to the office. I happen to have something to ask you."
Suddenly named Pansy, the excited smile that she had previously displayed because she successfully cast a magic missile froze at the corners of her mouth. She didn't dare to delay without knowing what had happened, and immediately fought Emily and Draco. He greeted him and walked to Allen.
At this time, Alan had waved her hand and told her to go back and put things first. Now in front of the perch, Anka's soft wings gently touched the sleeping phoenix, and quickly put it on a piece of paper. He wrote a sentence and handed it to the still a little confused Phoenix's feet.
"Annka, give this note to Filch, the janitor. Be gentle. He doesn't know how to make magic." Allen said softly, and then stepped after the fire, beckoning Pansy who was already standing next to him, and led her out. The duel arena.
Pansy followed Allen awkwardly, and slowly came to the ugly giant stone beast on the third floor. Unlike other people visiting, when Alan approached, the stone beast jumped to the side. The wall also began to split in half, exposing the spiral staircase behind the wall.
The two walked few steps down the stairs.
"Then, Pansy, I want to go up and prepare something. Come up slowly." Allen said, stepping directly into the shadows.
Pansy collapsed back into her belly when she hadn't had time to say it. She speculated that Allen probably didn't want to take the stairs from the third floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor... After all, when he acts on his own, he obviously won't go to this other professor. The passage that students will use.
Pansy, who could see through but not tell it, finally entered this quiet, gorgeous office when she was a little panting.
Anka obviously came back early. It seemed that he hadn't slept enough during the time in class, and was slumping on the perch behind the door. When Pansy walked in, his eyes were on Pansy's body. After spinning around, it seemed to begin to judge it inwardly, and then it shook its gorgeous tail wing, and ignored the little witch who was not regarded as a threat by her, and began to put the nictitating membrane on its eyes. The third layer of eyelids.
"Just sit down... wait a few minutes..." Allen was already sitting behind the headmaster's desk with a raven-shaped leg, but he was looking for something under the table with his head down, and Pansy had to say nothing. I sat down on the chair at the desk.
As soon as I took my seat, the things on the table attracted Pansy's attention. It was a pale hand, quietly standing on a tray with a red flannel backing. She found that this hand was'alive' and she also had her own perception, because she had just taken the seat, the big pale hand turned over flexibly, and stretched out her five fingers like spider legs as if she had just woke up. , And then his fingers bend slightly, as if greeting Pansy who had just entered.
Pansy wondered if she should give this big hand in return, so she nodded indiscriminately. After receiving a response from her hand, she felt that she had done it right.
Those in the glass jar on the slender-legged table on the left hand side also started to move and make noises. Although Pansy hadn’t been to the principal’s office like other students, she had also heard of their great names, the dark green liquid. A sticky cauliflower-like brain will entangle with students who are too close, bringing fantasy and pain to these victims and leaving deep wounds. If you are unlucky, some black will start to flow out of the mouth. s things.
So Pansy turned sideways to the right and moved further away from the glass jar.
"Sorry, it took a while to find that there is no ice." Allen had already got up at this time.
Pansy saw that Allen was making ice cubes with magic when he was just tinkering underneath. He was using his fingers to use magic power to cut the freshly frozen ice cubes into suitable sizes and place them on him with small bubbles. In the dark-brown liquid cup-even though Pansy can’t understand why it’s approaching Christmas, the icy and snowy weather outside...
"What would you like to drink? Black tea? Pumpkin juice? Coke?" Allen pointed to the drink cabinet in his desk. UU reading www.uukanshu.cOM
"Then pumpkin juice would be good..." Pansy responded, adding, "Uh, if you can, you don't need to add ice."
The little hand actively moved itself. It dragged a bottle of pumpkin juice and put it in front of Pansy. Pansy thanked him again and twisted the pumpkin-shaped lid on it.
"Pansy, you know that some little witches of Hufflepuff may be afraid to drink it because a dead hand helped them to open the lid, so don’t blame the little hand. After a few times, it is considered a good student Yes, I know you don’t mind, but I haven’t learned how to distinguish the style of the college." Allen took a sip of the drink by himself, the coldness and the carbon dioxide in it made him full and belch, "Sorry... Let’s get down to business, Pansy... I heard that your father used the fireplace to contact you recently? Where is he now? Bulgaria?"
For a while, Pansy squeezed the glass bottle of pumpkin juice, only to feel the chill on it passing from her fingertips to her body-she had only mentioned this to Emily before class, and Emily kept talking She didn't notice any communication between her and Alan when she was together, and she didn't even know where her father was. The other party could give a place name.
This made the Slytherin witch shiver-could Alan Harris really be the same as his omniscient mark.