Chapter 213 Ravenclaw's Training Camp (Modified)

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

"You also know her prophecy?" Hermione was indeed diverted.

"Of course, at lunch today, all the little wizards of Ravenclaw were talking about it." Allen spread his hands, expressing that it was difficult to know.

"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 the residue of a pile of tea leaves and the illusory and fuzzy figures in the crystal ball."

Hermione folded her arms around her chest in disdain. After a pause, Hermione looked at Allen suspiciously, "You don't believe her words, do you?"

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

"You're right!" Hermione smiled happily, showing 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 have hired her. But I don't think she predicted Harry's death in class, it was a real prediction .”

"Professor Dumbledore may not be completely right, he may have been deceived! Think about Lockhart!" Hermione frowned, not because Professor Traorini said she had no talent for prophecy and blamed the headmaster , but thought of the situation last year.

To Allen's surprise, Hermione, who has always been studious and well-behaved, who regards the professor's words as a standard, would question Dumbledore! "No wonder you are assigned to Gryffindor! Hermione, you are so eager to learn, have the ability to think independently, and have the courage to question authority. You will achieve great things."

Hermione's eyes were shining, and she was very happy to get such a high evaluation from Allen. But some little wizards from Ravenclaw had already entered the classroom of the Charms class, and when they saw Hermione and Allen alone in the classroom, they showed strange eyes.

Hermione said goodbye to Allen embarrassedly, and left the Charms classroom.

Under the scrutiny of the little wizards, Allen calmly directed the handouts to fly to every little wizard's desk.

In Charms and then Defense Against the Dark Arts, Aaron, unsurprisingly, scored a total of ten points for Ravenclaw.

"It's not an exaggeration to give you 100 points! No little wizard can cast the Patronus Charm in the third grade, let alone these ordinary spells." Edward was envious of Allen's talent in spells!

"You can do it too, as long as you practice hard!" Allen encouraged.

"Alan!" Edward's face suddenly turned serious, "I know that my request may be a bit rude, and it will delay your precious study time. But I still want to give it a try."

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

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

Edward looked at Allen eagerly, his eyes full of pleading. "I think it is very necessary for us. Everyone can cast the Patronus Charm. And you are the best teacher! Alan, can you teach us?"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Edward is right!"

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

"Alan, teach us!"

The clever eaglets seized this rare opportunity and pleaded one after another.

Looking around at the fiery-eyed little wizards around him, Allen nodded without hesitation. Edward's words are indeed reasonable, and learning a little more is always beneficial and harmless.

Allen is too good, so good that other little wizards can't match him. While looking up and worshiping,

The communication is not so close. For Alan, this is also a good opportunity to increase his relationship with the little wizards in his academy.

"Since you all want to practice the Patronus Charm, then I will apply for a classroom with Professor Flitwick to practice the spell." Allen's words sparked warm cheers from the little wizards, and the roof of the classroom seemed to be cheered The sound was overturned.

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

"For the training camp, I'll apply with Dumbledore. The Charms classroom can be open until ten o'clock for you at night." Professor Flitwick felt that he could still make decisions about his own classroom.

"I heard that Professor Lupine got a Boggart, which is very good for practicing the Patronus Charm. 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 me in person."

"Of course, I am very happy!" Professor Flitwick looked at his most proud student with appreciation, and kindly agreed to the other party's request.

During dinner, Alan sat in his seat under the fiery gaze of the little wizards of Ravenclaw.

"How is it, Alan?" Edward asked Alan impatiently.

The long table in Ravenclaw was extremely quiet, and all the little wizards were looking forward to Alan's answer. The news that Alan was going to teach the Patronus Charm disappeared, not only the little wizards in the third grade, but also the other grades. Winclaw wants to join too.

Allen nodded, smiling all over his face, and in an instant, cheers rang through the auditorium.

Young wizards from other colleges probed their brains to find out what happened to Ravenclaw.

Across countless little wizards, Allen saw that on the teachers' bench, Professor Flitwick was sitting next to Professor Dumbledore, reporting something. Professor Dumbledore smiled, looked kindly, and kept nodding.

After finding Alan's gaze again, he raised his glass to greet Alan. Allen quickly picked up the juice in front of him in return.

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

"I wish for it." Allen picked up the juice on his table and toasted Penello.

Penelope had successfully summoned the Patronus, and coupled with her prestige in Ravenclaw, it was very suitable as the manager of the training camp. Allen told Penelope Professor Flitwick's suggestion .

"Perhaps when Professor Lupine no longer needs Boggart, we can borrow it from him." Penello looked at Professor Lupine, thinking that he should be a talkative teacher.

"Or you can start the house elves, and they may see the Boggart when they are cleaning." Allen knew that Professor Lupine needed that Boggart to teach Harry, so he had to think of other ways.