Chapter 1283 ? Please Follow Me to the Office

After that, the students all drew out their wands and looked at the imprisoned demons viciously. It was only until Allen took out his pocket watch and looked that the get out of class was about to end, but only Hermione and Della, who had practiced privately in advance, Those who use science are quite proficient, and other talented ones can only release one or two at most, and more students just let the tip of their wand emit some light,

After all, the spell-casting rules of this magic are not the same as those of ordinary spells. It is the first time for little wizards to come into contact with it, and 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 his target on Seamus Finnigan, who used the magic missile to become a similar thunderbolt explosion spell. Fortunately, Allen countered in time, otherwise even if the practice wand restrained the magic With the power of the curse, it is inevitable that he will live in the hospital for half a day.

After seeing the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of wizards and the accidents that are prone to happen, Allen, who felt that it was actually more dangerous than he expected, had to warn: "Before you master it, don't use it on people in normal duels. In addition... "Alan's expression became very serious, "Whether it's magic missiles, or you will soon be able to learn the iron armor and shield technique, although this kind of force field spell cannot cause permanent damage to ghosts, it will inevitably cause temporary damage. Makes it hard for them to keep their form...so these spells are strictly for ghosts...with the exception of Peeves, of course."

Although Alan didn't say it clearly, the little wizards all knew that it was for Ms. Gray's sake. If they were broken up, they wouldn't do any harm to the ghosts, but it might be extremely insulting...

"Then, let me clean up the scene first..."

As he said that, Allen waved the wand of suppression in his hand, and a series of twenty magic missiles wrapped in starlight continuously erupted from his wand, rushing towards the three demons in the prison circle.

The blue energy automatically divided into three waves, and smashed at them uninterruptedly. Broken orange arms flew all over the sky. When the bombing stopped, only some stumps and broken arms remained in the prison circle. The core part had been blasted into orange-yellow meat paste, and a large puddle spread out on the ground.

In an instant, the wizards gasped. Although everyone knew about Allen's strength, such a scene of killing three demons in one go is not common, let alone a one-time attack caused by the use of a suppression wand. Scenes of sexual annihilation.

"This is an advanced spell missile storm that uses the same principle as magic missiles." Allen said to the surprised students, "As I said just now, I will put this in the university and the temple. Interested students can Go to these places after graduation, further your education, now, let's leave get out of class."

The students who had been free for a whole class seemed 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 in the dormitory and we will go together later... eh? Emily?" Allen kept his eyes on his sister for a moment, and the two looked at each other. After the episode, he moved his gaze to Emily's side,

"Then, Miss Parkinson, please come to the office with me later, I just have something to ask you."

Pansy, who was suddenly named, froze at the corner of her mouth with the excited smile she had shown because she had successfully cast a magic missile. She didn't dare to delay because she didn't know what happened, and immediately fought Emily and Draco. He said hello and walked to Allen.

At this time, Allen had already waved to Hermione to ask her to go back and put her things first. Now, in front of the perch, Anka's soft wings gently woke up the sleeping phoenix, and then quickly wrote on a piece of paper. After writing a sentence, he handed it to the still confused Phoenix's paw.

"Anka, give this note to the janitor Filch, be gentle, he doesn't know magic." Allen said softly, then stepped after the firelight, beckoned to Pansy who was already standing beside him, and led her out The duel field.

Pansy followed Allen somewhat awkwardly, and slowly came to the ugly huge stone beast on the third floor. Unlike other visitors, when Allen approached, the stone beast jumped aside by itself. The wall also began to crack in two, revealing a spiral staircase behind the wall.

The two walked a few steps down the stairs.

"Then, Pansy, I want to go up and prepare something, so come up slowly." Allen said, stepping directly into the shadows.

Pansy shrugged her response before she had time to say it. She guessed 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 usually acts on his own, he obviously wouldn't leave this other professor Only students will use the channel.

Pansy, who sees through and doesn't tell the truth, finally enters this quiet and gorgeous office when she starts to get a little out of breath.

Anka obviously came back early. It seemed that he didn't get enough sleep during the class time. He was curled up on the perch behind the door and dozed off. When Pansy walked in, his rolling eyes were on Pansy's body. Turning around, it seemed to start to make a judgment in its heart, then it shook its gorgeous tail, ignored the little witch in front of her who was not regarded as a threat by her, and began to cover its eyes with the nictitating membrane. The third eyelid.

"Sit whatever you want...wait for me for a few minutes..." Allen was already sitting behind the principal's desk with raven-shaped legs, but he was looking for something under the table with his head down. He sat down on the chair in front of the desk.

As soon as he was seated, something on the table caught Pansy's attention. It was a pale hand standing quietly on a tray with a red velvet backing. She discovered that this hand was 'alive' and had its own perception, because as soon as she sat down, the big pale hand turned over nimbly, and stretched the five fingers like spider legs as if she had just woken up , and then bent his fingers slightly, as if he was saluting and greeting Pan Xi who had just entered.

Pansy was stunned and didn't know whether she should also return the gift to the big hand, so she nodded indiscriminately. After getting the hand's response, she felt that she had done the right thing.

The glass jars on the small table with slender legs on the left also started to move and make noises. Although Pansy hadn't been to the principal's office like the other students, she had heard of their great names. Brains like slimy cauliflower will wrap around students who get too close, leaving these victims with fantasies and pain, as well as leaving deep wounds and, with bad luck, starting to ooze some black from their mouths s things.

So Pansy turned to the right side, and moved further away from the glass jar.

"Sorry, I just found out that there was no ice for a delay." Allen had already got up at this time.

Pansy saw that Alan was using magic to make ice cubes just now when he was tinkering below. He was using his fingers to cut the freshly frozen ice cubes into suitable sizes and put them on his small air bubbler. In a cup of dark brown liquid—although Pansy couldn’t understand why ice cubes were added in the freezing weather outside as it was approaching Christmas…

"What do you want to drink? Black tea? Pumpkin juice? Coke?" Allen pointed to the drink cabinet in his desk.

"Then pumpkin juice would be fine..." Pansy responded, adding, "Well, if you can, don't add ice."

The little hand moved itself actively. It dragged a bottle of pumpkin juice and put it in front of Pansy. Pansy thanked him again and unscrewed the pumpkin-shaped lid on it.

"Pansy, you know some little Hufflepuff witches might become afraid to drink it because a dead hand helped them unscrew the cap, so don't blame the little hand, it behaves after a few times Alright, I know you don't mind, but the little hands haven't learned how to distinguish the style of the academy." Allen took a sip of the drink himself, the cold and refreshing and the carbon dioxide in it made him belch, "Sorry... I'm sorry, let Let's get down to business, Pansy... I heard your father contacted you by the fireplace recently? Where is he on the side now? Bulgaria?"

For a moment, Pansy clenched the glass bottle of pumpkin juice tightly, and felt the chill on it spread from her fingertips to her body—she had only mentioned this to Emily before class, and Emily had been with her all the time. When she was together, she didn't notice any communication between her and Allen, and even now she didn't know where her father was, and the other party could give a place name.

This made the Slytherin witch shudder—could Alan Harris really be the same as his Omniscient Mark.