Chapter 212 Professor Traorini (Modified)

"Malfoy is really self-inflicted, he can't live!" After realizing Buckbeak's cuteness, Allen felt that Malfoy was self-inflicted.

Malfoy, who was missed by Allen, did not return to the castle until Thursday, with a bandage on his right arm and a sling. Surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, he swaggered through the auditorium with the air of a hero who had narrowly escaped death in battle. Compared with the lively scene at the Slytherin table, the atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table was bleak, and Allen had no idea what was going on.

Some of the little Ravenclaw wizards kept sneaking up at him, looking at him weirdly, like he was going to fall down and die any moment.

"Alan, you have to be more careful recently." Edward hesitated to speak, but finally said it.

"Although I know you don't believe this, Professor Traorini looks really mysterious!" Edward looked in awe.

"Professor Traorini?" Allen was confused and inexplicable.

"Sorry, can you tell me what happened?" Allen was a little annoyed in his heart, "I didn't even take a divination class but just taught myself! Isn't it Harry?"

"Although the professor didn't specify who it is, we all think it's you!" Edward explained, "In today's class, Professor Traorini said that in our class, one of the best students will encounter bad luck! Haunting the cemetery His big, grim dog has his eye on him, and it's an omen—the worst omen—the omen of death!"

Edward looked worried, "We all think she must be referring to you! Only you deserve the best!"

"Look, you will always encounter a lot of exciting things! Mysterious people, basilisks, dementors, hippogriffs...it's really too dangerous!" Edward can still give examples...

The little Ravenclaw wizards around nodded repeatedly, and they seemed to agree with Edward's words.

Allen looked at Edward's worried look, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he smiled gently: "I think you must have misunderstood Professor Traorini's words." Allen patted Edward on the shoulder, "Although You think I'm the best wizard of this class, which makes me very happy!"

"It's not you, who else could it be?" Edward, who was extremely convinced by Allen's words, was relieved at first, and then a little upset.

"Professor Traorini is definitely not referring to me." Allen said firmly.

Who could be better and better than Allen?

"If you communicate with the Gryffindor classmates, you will find that she is actually referring to-Harry!" Allen poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Harry?" Edward and a few Ravenclaws looked suspiciously at the dejected Harry at the Gryffindor table - no matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like the best.

"Perhaps, probably—it was because of defeating the mysterious man or something?" Edward guessed uncertainly.

"But he can't beat Allen." Michael Kona raised his black hair and said disdainfully.

"Anyway, isn't it good that the ominous isn't targeting me?" Allen added some grilled lamb chops for himself.

The atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table became more relaxed. Everyone talked about the omens in their crystal balls while eating. Seeing Ravenclaw discussing enthusiastically, Allen couldn't help laughing. Professor Traorini is indeed a real prophet ——At that time, most prophecies would happen in unexpected ways and could be changed.

After the lunch break, Allen quickly went to Professor Flitwick's office. He needed to bring the lecture notes and Ravenclaw's homework to the Charms classroom and distribute them to everyone before class.

Obviously, after Dumbledore, the professors realized that Allen was a very good assistant. As the dean of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick had the advantage of being close to the water, so he greeted Alan in advance and asked Alan to be his assistant.

A pile of homework was floating, following behind Alan, Alan left Professor Flitwick's office briskly,

The corridor was quiet and empty, and everyone was taking a lunch break.

At the corner of the fourth floor, Alan collided with a person. Books were scattered all over the floor, the man's schoolbag was split, and all the thick books fell to the ground.

A girl with messy curly hair squatted down quickly - it was Hermione! Panting, she clutched the torn schoolbag with one hand, and seemed to be stuffing something under her robe with the other.

"Sorry, Hermione!" Allen apologized first, and drew out his wand.

Hermione looked up and noticed Allen, with an embarrassed expression on her face: "Allen, you can't cast spells in the corridor!" Hermione reminded quickly when she saw the wand in Allen's hand.

"Of course, I know this rule." Allen showed a rare mischievous smile, "But, there is no rule that magic spells cannot be used in the classroom!"

Allen took Hermione and walked quickly into the Charms classroom.

"Hey, Ellen, my book—" Hermione said hastily.

"Look!" As soon as Allen stepped into the classroom, he pointed at the scattered books in the corridor with his wand, "The magic books are flying!" Tomes flew into the Charms classroom obediently, neatly Stacked on the podium.

Allen looked at Hermione's backpack, and reached out to take it, "It's back to the original, and the reinforcement is lightened!" The long crack in the backpack disappeared without a trace, and it returned to its original appearance.

"Thank you, Ellen!" Hermione blushed.

"It's nothing, it's a trivial matter!" Alan helped the other party tidy up his clothes again with his wand, "However, Hermione, your course load is too heavy. Every professor will assign a lot of homework, which will make you My body can't bear it."

Hermione wringed her fingers in embarrassment, but said nothing.

"Actually, there are some courses that you really don't need to choose, for example - Muggle studies!" Allen said sincerely, he really didn't think it was a wise decision to choose all subjects.

"However, it will be fascinating to study Muggles from the perspective of wizards." Hermione looked eager.

"So, what do you think about getting rid of the divination class?" Allen changed his proposal, "You know I'm also self-studying all the subjects, and you only need to take the exam when the time comes instead of spending all your energy on those endless homework superior."

"Perhaps, you are right, I will consider it." Hermione was obviously moved, "Anyway, Professor Traorini said that my aura is very small, and I don't have any perception of the future!"

It seems that Hermione has a heart for Professor Traorini's words. She always cares so much about the evaluation of professors.

Such a little stubborn Hermione made Allen laugh.