Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Speaking of Professor Traorini, do you know what her ominous refers to?" Seeing Hermione's embarrassed expression due to Alan's laughter, Allen quickly changed the subject.

"Do you also know this prediction of her?" Hermione was really distracted.

"Of course, during lunch today, all the little wizards of Ravenclaw were talking about it." Alan spread his hands, expressing that it's hard to know if he wants to.

"She's talking about Harry! She thinks Harry will die!" Hermione said in a bad tone. "It's too unreliable to predict the future from a pile of tea residues and phantom fuzzy graphics in a crystal ball."

Hermione put her hands around her chest, showing disdain. After a pause, Hermione looked at Ellen suspiciously, "You don't believe her, do you?"

"Of course not," Allen quickly stated his position. "In a noisy classroom environment, even the most outstanding masters of prophecy can hardly interpret the exact meaning."

"You're right!" Hermione smiled happily, revealing two slightly larger front teeth, and she quickly covered her mouth.

Allen pretended not to care, "Professor Traorini really has real talents, otherwise Professor Dumbledore would not hire her. But I don’t think her prediction of Harry’s death in class is a real prediction. ."

"Professor Dumbledore is not necessarily right, he may be deceived! Think Lockhart!" Hermione frowned, not because Professor Traorini said she had no talent for prophecy and blamed the principal. , But thought of the situation last year.

What surprised Allen was that Hermione, who had always been eager to learn and behaved and regarded the professor's words as a standard, would question Dumbledore! "No wonder you will be assigned to Gryffindor! Hermione, you are so studious, have the ability to think independently, and the courage to question authority. You will achieve great results."

Hermione's eyes were sparkling, and she was very happy to receive such a high evaluation from Allen. But the little wizard of Ravenclaw had already entered the classroom of the spell class, and saw Hermione and Allen alone in the classroom, showing strange eyes.

Hermione embarrassedly bid farewell to Alan and left the spell class classroom.

In the eyes of the little wizards, Aolantai calmly commanded the handout to fly to every little wizard's table.

In the spells class and the subsequent Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it is no surprise that Alan scored a total of 10 points for Ravenclaw.

"It's not an exaggeration to give you a hundred points! No little wizard can cast the patron saint curse in the third grade, let alone these ordinary curses." Edward was envious of Alan's talent in curses!

"You can too, as long as you practice harder!" Allen encouraged.

"Allen!" Edward's face suddenly changed. "I know that maybe my request is a bit rude and will delay your precious study time. But I still want to try it."

"What do you want to say?" Allen asked puzzled.

"You see, the dementors are already stationed on campus now. On the train, they are all trying to attack you and Penello. We are really not sure whether it will attack us innocent people on that day. Attack." Edward's words attracted many young wizards who were still stranded in the curse classroom. They put down the books in their hands and surrounded them.

Edward looked at Alan eagerly, his eyes full of pleading. "I think it is necessary for us, everyone can cast the patron saint curse. And you are the best teacher! Alan, can you teach us?"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Edward makes sense!"

"Alan, you are the leader of our Ravenclaw!"

"Ellen, teach us!"

The clever little eagles seized this rare opportunity and pleaded.

Looking around the little wizards with fiery eyes, Allen nodded without hesitation. Edward's words did make sense. Learning a little more is always beneficial.

Allen is too good, so good that other little wizards are hard to beat. While looking up and admiring, the communication is not so close. For Allen, this is also a good opportunity to increase feelings with the little wizards of his academy.

"Since you all want to practice the patron saint curse, then I will apply for a classroom with Professor Flitwick to practice the curse." Allen's words caused enthusiastic cheers from the little wizards, and the roof of the classroom seemed to be cheered. The sound overturned.

Today’s affairs were over, Allen immediately walked to Professor Flitwick’s office. After hearing Allen's intention, Professor Flitwick was extremely supportive. He himself taught spells, and he was surprised and delighted by the progress of the little wizards.

"I'm going to apply to Dumbledore about the training camp. The curse classroom in the evening can be open for you until ten." Professor Flitwick felt that his classroom could still be the master.

"I heard that Professor Lupin got a Bogut, this is very good for practicing the patron saint spell, maybe you can borrow it." Professor Flitwick reminded.

"Great, thank you professor." Allen paused, "Professor, if the time is right, I hope you can come to guide you."

"Of course, I'm very happy!" Professor Flitwick looked at his most proud student with appreciation, and kindly agreed to the other's request~www.ltnovel.com~ During dinner, Alan was in Ravenclaw School. The wizards took their place with fiery eyes.

"How about it, Ellen?" Edward asked Ellen impatiently.

The entire Ravenclaw’s long table is extremely quiet. All the little wizards are looking forward to Ellen’s answer. The news that Ellen is going to teach the patron saint curse is missing. Wenclaw also wanted to join.

Allen nodded and smiled, and in an instant, cheers rang through the auditorium.

The little wizards from other academies dig their heads to find out what happened to Ravenclaw.

Passing the countless little wizards, Allen saw that in the teacher's bench, Professor Flitwick was sitting next to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore was reporting something. Professor Dumbledore smiled kindly, and nodded constantly.

After seeing Alan's gaze again, he raised his glass to greet Alan. Allen quickly raised the juice in front of him in response.

"Perhaps, I can be your assistant." Penello held a glass of juice and sat next to Allen.

"Can't ask for it." Allen picked up the juice on his table and toasted Penello.

Penello once successfully summoned the patron saint, coupled with her prestige in Ravenclaw, it was too suitable to be the manager of the training camp. Allen gave Professor Flitwick’s advice to Penello. .

"Perhaps when Professor Lupin no longer needs Bogut, we can borrow it from him." Penello looked at Professor Lupin, thinking he should be a good talking teacher.

"Or you can start the house elves. They might see Bogut when they are cleaning." Allen knew that Professor Lupin needed Bogut to teach Harry, so he had to think of other ways.