Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Speaking of prophecy, professor, I just have some understanding!" Allen said solemnly.

Dumbledore put his hands together, resting his chin, and staring at the little wizard in front of him with interest.

"By chance, I learned something from ancient books." Allen looked into Dumbledore's eyes. "Prophecy is only a possibility in the future, and things that are not predicted can happen."

"When we know a prophecy, we can make the best preparations to deal with the greatest possible fate." Dumbledore said calmly.

"But the more you believe in the prophecy, the more likely it will happen. As far as I know, there are two boys who meet the conditions of the prophecy, and Neville is one of them." Allen looked at Dumbledore meaningfully.

"But Voldemort himself marked Harry." Professor Dumbledore continued.

"Then do you think the fate of these two boys and two families is controlled by Voldemort's thoughts?" Allen's gentleness disappeared, sharp as a sword out of its sheath.

"It's just Voldemort's choice, Allen." Professor Dumbledore remained calm.

"Yes, the strong control destiny, and the weak are controlled by others." Allen said in a firm tone, stating his ideas.

"I think that my life should be controlled by myself. I won't be around a savior and wait for victory. I will continue to strengthen my strength to meet any challenges." Allen said proudly.

Dumbledore's eyes cast a hint of depression, and the spirited young man before him could not help but remind him of someone.

A partner he was extremely close to when he was young, a fellow who also worshiped power, a handsome man who was extremely interested in dark magic.

Yes, Alan got a lot of black magic from the Black family, and he admires power so much, it is so similar to Grindelwald!

"Allen, everyone wants to be the protagonist, but following the trail of fate, the road will be much smoother." Dumbledore stared into Allen's eyes, as if re-judging the boy in front of him.

"Professor, I think everyone is their own protagonist, and my life is wonderful." Allen insisted.

"Since you insist—" Dumbledore thought for a while and continued: "I just hope you stay away from Harry, don't influence him, don't interfere with his mission."

Alan took a deep look at Dumbledore, and he was so sure that his plan would guarantee Harry's victory in that duel?

"Professor, my desire for knowledge is endless." Allen suddenly changed the subject, "I hope you can agree to my borrowing in the restricted area."

Dumbledore was shocked and looked at Alan, "Alan, I think if you are too addicted to black magic, if that--"

Allen drew out his magic wand in an instant: "Holy guard!"

The silver phoenix spouted from the top of the wand, hovering around the office in Dumbledore's surprised eyes.

Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox tilted his head and looked at the phoenix with interest until it vanished.

Fox's eyes rested on Alan again, his expression full of friendly and curious.

Dumbledore's expression eased. People who are completely immersed in black magic cannot display the patron saint. It is not only a sign of strong magical power, but also a guardian, love and hope in the heart.

The moonlight slowly passed by, illuminating a silver ink bottle and a beautiful red feather pen.

A piece of parchment floated silently on the table, Dumbledore picked up the quill, and the cap of the ink bottle was automatically unscrewed.

But soon, he put down the quill again.

"Ellen, I slept soundly at night, and so did Mrs. Pins." Professor Dumbledore said suddenly.

It seemed like nothing happened, but Allen understood.

"I think I can always let this silver phoenix soar in the sky." Allen promised in a deep voice.

Coming out of Dumbledore's office, Alan looked at the monster guarding the door and couldn't help laughing.

Professor Dumbledore, let us see whose method is more effective.

Allen walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

The corridor was quiet at this time, and the night was getting darker.

"The resurrection is with me, and the life is with me. There is nothing invincible. I believe that everything is possible."

Allen's faith grew stronger, his footsteps echoed in the air, but his heart was quiet.

"Ellen!" It was Penello, and she suddenly emerged from the corner.

"Penello, you haven't gone back yet." Allen said in surprise.

On this quiet night, the eyes of the two people entangled, and they laughed at each other.

The two slowly returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.

After washing, Allen plunged himself into the soft bed.

That night, a strange change was taking place in Alan's body.

All the thoughts caused by the day's study and the evening experience suddenly disappeared.

His body is ecstatic, but his senses seem to be more sensitive.

He seems to have reached a very strange place.

In the azure, transparent, endless sea, an exquisite singing voice came.

This voice-like Luna's singing that day!

The singing gradually changed from single to multiple singing, and the mysterious harmony was touching.

Ascending from the sea to the heaven, it was like a banshee like Lorelai trying to seduce a ecstatic heart.

The fascinating music has not stopped, dimly, Alan seems to have come to the dimly lit library, a girl with a lovely fluffy hair is studying hard at his desk.

The girl opened her red lips slightly and licked the tip of her tongue.

Allen's eyes couldn't help but linger on her slender and white wrists and the slightly opened red lips, and the white front teeth loomed as the red lips opened and closed.

Allen stretched out his eager hand, but in a flash, everything melted away.

He came to the curse classroom. In the moonlight, Penello was sitting on a chair, his robe slipped off, and his tight legs appeared in front of him again.

The moonlight flickered, and the three women turned into a phantom, wrapping Allen in, floating and sinking.

He seemed to be back in the sleeping bedclothes, and the phantom leaned in.

He tried his best to see her face clearly, it seemed very familiar, but very strange.

The snow-white long skirt covered her feet, UU read www.uukanshu.com while the upper body was half covered.

Her hair is flowing like water waves, and her hopeful eyes are sultry.

Allen closed his eyes and dared not look again, but his senses opened up to appreciate the joy that has never been seen in the world.

The cold and soft lips pressed against his thirsty lips; but his chest was warm and hot.

Allen felt that this kind of love was almost painful, and this kind of **** was almost tormented.

However, the more he pushes away this strange love, the more his senses become obsessed with the charm of this mysterious dream.

Finally, he surrendered. He indulged in joy, accepted kisses, ecstasy in this unprecedented dream, and finally fell out of breath, sweating, and exhausted.