Vol 2 Chapter 806: contact

In the cold night, the wizards who had just gotten off the Hogwarts Express walked quickly to the castle in the distance after getting off the carriage drawn by Ye Qi. The weather made them want to stay outdoors for a moment, they were exceptional. I miss the warm stove of the castle, not to mention the rich dinner awaiting them.
"Professor Harris." In the cold wind, this voice made many little wizards shiver. After discovering that Professor Snape was calling Professor Harris, they shrank their necks and walked faster and more anxiously. .
Although Alan wore a magic robe that could adjust the temperature, the taste of the biting cold wind on his face was uncomfortable. In front of the big iron gate, the orange lantern swayed by the wind illuminates Snape's figure. His hooked nose and hands holding the lantern are already red with cold, and his head is black and greasy. With long hair, those eyes looked at Alan eagerly.
"Good evening, Professor Snape" Allen finished, and his vague voice echoed in the heart of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "Professor Snape, this is not a good place to talk. When you are done, go to the magic Pharmacy classroom, I will come to you later."
Later, when the last few students put on robes and hats in Snape's impatient eyes, and after quickly sprinting towards the castle, Snape shook his lantern, and he slammed the Hogwarts gate blankly. It closed with a bang, and knocked on the chain with a magic wand. With a sound of metal crashing, the chain moved like a snake, locking the door firmly.
At this time, Allen was climbing up the stairs and walking up the huge steps to his lounge. In the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle, Anka was once again attracted attention. This time, it was not just the little wizard, but also the wall. The people in the murals are all looking at Anka on Alan's shoulders, walking around in the frame, whispering.
"Professor Harris." Dumbledore's old voice sounded, and he stood on a slightly higher step, looking at Allen from above the half-moon glasses.
Allen raised his head and greeted politely: "Good evening, Principal Dumbledore."
"Congratulations, it's really a gratifying thing to be recognized by the Phoenix." Dumbledore's gaze swept over the Anka on Alan's shoulder. He did not inquire about the Ravenclaw Manifestation.
"Thank you Principal." Allen touched Anka's feathers. At this time, Anka straightened her body, and her dark eyes looked at Fox on Dumbledore's shoulder warily.
"This is Fox." Dumbledore smiled at Anka kindly.
Fox suddenly sang. The voice was illusory, ethereal and mysterious. The little wizard who heard it felt that the hair on his scalp was standing up. It seemed that the voice was shaking in his chest, bringing an inspiring force. .
The crimson-winged Fox spread his wings and hovered in the air around Anka, showing his golden tail and claws.
"Oh, Fox wants to be friends with your Phoenix, Professor Harris." Dumbledore looked at Fox and Anka with relieved eyes like old people looking at their children. "Maybe they can become good friends. Professor Harris, you know that they are different from us and don’t have that many ideas."
"Please don't let Fox approach Anka, Anka might attack it." Alan frowned, refusing to allow Fox to approach Anka, and warned Dumbledore, "Animals also have their own feelings and thoughts. Not having so many ideas doesn’t mean they won’t think."
"Anka, the name of the Arabian Phoenix? What a good name." Dumbledore smiled kindly. "Don't worry about Professor Harris. They are all phoenixes and have their own way of getting along. Fox is just trying to please it. "
Allen raised his eyes, glanced at the kindly face of Dumbledore, raised the corner of his mouth and stopped making a sound—since Dumbledore insisted, Anka would teach Fox how to be a phoenix.
Fox slowly approached Anka. When it got close to a certain position, Anka suddenly spread its wings and turned into a flame and appeared above Fox. Its long golden beak babbled towards Fox. Fox hadn't reacted at all. It still sang a weird song in its mouth, but Anka seemed to be even more angry. It grabbed Fox by the neck with its paws, and then blasted Fox with its beak, peck here and there, Fox was shining One of his tail feathers was knocked off.
When the incident developed to the point that Anka began to viciously use the attack tactics it learned in the wild, and began to use its beak to target Fox's eyes, who had been artificially kept for decades, surprised Dumbledore and pretended to be surprised. Then they separated the two on their shoulders.
"Sorry, Principal Dumbledore, Anka has a proud temperament, and has been in the wild before. He is not too used to how to get along with others normally. If he does a warning sign, he cannot approach easily." The bright red light is light and light. Passing by Dumbledore’s eyes, Anka put himself on Allen’s shoulder closer to Fox, thinking that he had won, it was provocatively combing his feathers with his long beak. "I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore, I just heard what you said, thinking that the time I raised Phoenix is ​​too short to understand their habits, so I'm sorry for not stopping in advance..."
Fox fell behind Dumbledore, no longer the previous majestic look. The feathers on its body were very messy, and it was unprecedentedly embarrassed, but it was obviously stunned by this inexplicable attack, and its spirit was affected. It was traumatized on Dumbledore’s shoulder—it made Allen a little apologetic, after all, perhaps because of his own Animagus form, Fox has always been quite a bit attitude towards Allen. Not bad.
"The first time we met, we were still very strange to each other. We will be familiar with each other in the future. Maybe they will make friends in the end." Dumbledore, who found Fox and himself under the steps, helped his glasses, his blue eyes full of doubts. Through the crescent-shaped glasses, Anka, who started to rub Alan's cheek affectionately again, couldn't help wondering in her heart--is the difference in personality between male and female Phoenix really so big? Fox and Ke have never been so close to him.
Alan was noncommittal about Dumbledore’s words, but he didn’t bother to argue with Dumbledore about entangled in this doomed and meaningless topic, "Then, Principal Dumbledore, please allow me to retire first. I have to get back to mine. The office tidy up and salute..."
"Professor Harris, please wait a moment." Dumbledore once again stopped Allen, who wanted to turn around and leave.
Allen turned sideways and waited calmly for his next words.
"If... your ancient magic class only teaches dark magic with a low degree of danger, and give up those dark magic that is too dangerous..." Dumbledore stared at Alan, the air seemed to freeze, "I will not object to you setting this up. Courses."
"According to the classification of the seven types of spells in modern magic, in the strict sense, the obstacles in evil spells are considered to be slight black magic. Although the whole body restraint spell of petrification is completely different from petrification, it itself It also belongs to curse magic—and curses are usually used to cause harm, control or even death to the victim... Like the evil curses and poisonous curses, Hogwarts students will already learn some of them in school." Lun looked at Professor Dumbledore and said solemnly,
Most of these kinds of magic can be counteracted or cancelled by special cracking spells and general anti-curses, so we have become accustomed to them, but it also shows that they are not effective. , Of course, I will not let my students use magic that cannot be reversed or let people have no chance of reversing on their classmates. I have also been strengthening this point, just like the protective clothing on their bodies and reducing the power of the spell The magic wand... So, Principal Dumbledore, I believe you also know the recent news about Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw~EbookFREE.me~ I assure you that this is true, if you can give up against me Reform, I am willing to ask Ms. Ravenclaw to remove the vicious curse on your behalf for you, and I am willing to cooperate with you to solve the mysterious person. What do you think?"
Dumbledore choked for a while, but he couldn't agree to Allen's seemingly favorable condition. In fact, if he wanted to, as Snape had told him, he spent his time on the curse in his hands. If he is confident that he can solve it on his own...but he simply cannot watch so many students come into contact with the dark magic that is so dangerous, evil, and easy to lose in power when their behavior is most easily shaped and distorted: "Ai Lun... Since the two of us are fully cooperating and you think Tom can be solved, why bother letting the students learn these spells at risk?"
"Because we have solved a Dark Lord Tom, it is impossible to guarantee that the next Dark Lord Jerry will not appear. We have to teach our compatriots to solve the problem on their own or take a step back, so that they are more capable of waiting for people like us. When solving problems for them, and if the strength of each individual in the wizarding world can be improved, the good chain reaction triggered will make the wizarding world develop... But forget it, Principal Dumbledore, it depends on our own methods. Right..." Allen shrugged and spread his hands out of helplessness, then said goodbye to Dumbledore and continued to step on the stairs towards his own office.
The elderly Hogwarts current principal Albus Dumbledore silently watched the young professor of ancient magic, Alan Harris, go upstairs, until the corner of his unique magic robe disappeared in the corner, and then Only then continued at his own pace and started going downstairs to the first floor lobby.