Chapter 293 Dumbledore's Temptation

"How did they arrange so many books in such a short period of time?" A first-year Ravenclaw excitedly ran a finger across the spines of rows of thick sheepskin-bound books.

""Common Spells and Solutions"..."Outwit Black Magic"..."Self-Defense Spells Collection"...wow..." The faces of the little wizards lit up.

Interesting to say, if the professor assigned them to read these tomes, they would certainly read them, but they would definitely not be as interested and active as they are now.

"It's great, we have everything we want." Michael looked excitedly at the various instruments such as sight glasses and spy devices placed on the table.

Edward kicked the big satin cushion under his feet, "What is this for?"

"These are useful when practicing the stun spell." Michael said excitedly.

They didn't get excited for too long, and they were divided into a group under the command of Allen and Penello, with Michael Rong as the group leader, which made him very happy.

Soon, the classroom fell silent.

Penello will distribute the training plans made with Allen one by one, and the group leaders spontaneously organize the little wizards to practice.

Some first-year little wizards were still practicing the key to the Levitation Curse, dancing happily with their wrists waving.

There are also some students in the middle and upper grades who are practicing the disarming spell. Allen found that even the students in the fifth grade use spells in a mess. Many people can't disarm their opponents at all, just forcing them to jump back a few steps or flinch. , Powerless spells howled and flew over their heads.

There was a loud sound of casting spells in the room, wands flew in all directions, miss spells hit the books on the shelves, and books flew into the air.

Someone's wand spun and flew out, hit the ceiling, sparks flew, and then fell to the top of the bookshelf with a clang, and Alan used the Summoning Charm to collect it back.

Suddenly, the classroom gradually became quiet.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Many young wizards couldn't restrain the excitement on their faces. Is the principal coming to visit them?

"Ah, well done!" Dumbledore smiled and waved to the little wizards.

Then he looked at Allen, "Harris, please allow me to interrupt your training, I wonder if you would like to listen to my old man's nagging?"

Dumbledore winked mischievously at Allen, and many little wizards couldn't help laughing.

Allen nodded gently, but he couldn't laugh. He didn't like being interrupted and disrupting the rhythm when he was making his own arrangements.

After explaining a few words to Penello, Allen followed Dumbledore to the principal's office.

They came to the stone monster. Dumbledore gave the password, and the monster separated left and right. He and Allen walked up the moving spiral staircase and came to the oak gate.

Dumbledore pushed the door open, and Allen walked in.

Delicate silverware on slender-legged tables swirled silently, puffing smoke.

Framed portraits of headmistresses and headmistresses of yesteryear, their heads lolling back in armchairs or leaning against their sides.

Allen looked over the clean surface of Dumbledore's desk, looked at the headmaster sitting in a large armchair, and kept wondering why he asked him to come.

Maybe it's because of the most popular figure recently-Sirius, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Alan guessed.

"Maybe we can drink something to moisten our throats before we talk." Dumbledore blinked again, and a plate flew in front of him from a shelf on one side. There was a bottle of Spanish wine and several wine glasses on the plate. ——The wine bottle was being filled for the two of them under Dumbledore's control.

"It's not too unusual to cast a spell of this level without a wand, but it's such a precise control." Allen admired in his heart.

"It was given to me by Sirius. I think that good wine must be shared with others. This kind of fruit wine should be drunk by underage wizards—as long as you don't tell Minerva..."

Dumbledore observed the label of the wine, handed the full wine glass to Alan, and raised his glass to invite him to drink together.

Allen, of course, understood that it would be a great offense to refuse to toast with an Englishman - so he raised his glass.

However, his slightly narrowed eyes did not stop watching Dumbledore for a moment.

Professor Dumbledore looked extremely kind, and looked at Allen with a smile, like an innocent child sharing candy with his companions.

Allen dipped the wine glass slightly, but not a drop of wine flowed into his mouth. He put the glass down, and the professor did not force it.

"Sirius thank you very much, you helped him restore his innocence." Dumbledore said gently, "However, I also heard about the deal between you."

Allen raised his eyebrows lightly, "Principal, I think equivalent transactions are necessary. No one can achieve their goals casually without paying any price."

In Dumbledore's view, although the little wizard in front of him was only a thirteen-year-old boy, he acted extremely cautiously. He couldn't help but think of the news he got today.

Allen's brother, Albert Harris, was promoted to one of the directors of the Auror Command in the Ministry of Magic.

His father, Owen Harris, was reassigned as deputy head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. And his other brother, Lenn Harris, is currently transferred to this department.

His mother and sister were also transferred to the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illness.

Even his aunt—Josephine Harris—was promoted to head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Without further exploring the conspiracy, Dumbledore looked at Allen and tried to change the subject, "Allen, do you know why Voldemort must kill Harry?"

Allen shook his head and looked at Dumbledore, but of course he knew in his heart that this was a tragedy caused by a prophecy.

A Pensieve flew onto the table, and Dumbledore pulled out his own memory and sent it into the Pensieve.

A figure emerges from it, shawl-clad, her eyes disproportionately large behind spectacles, and she spins slowly, her feet in the Pensieve.

Allen recognized right away that this was the professor of divination at Hogwarts—Sybill Trelawney.

But when she spoke, there came a harsh, hoarse voice.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord came near...born into a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times...born in the seventh month...the Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but he possessed the Dark Lord Powers beyond comprehension...one must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live, only one survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month... "

The picture fades away.

"Voldemort marked Harry with his own hands. Harry is the one who can defeat the Dark Lord. Alan!" Professor Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious.

"I know, you used to be close friends with Harry. He will face tremendous pressure, far more than anyone in the wizarding world. Voldemort will do everything possible to solve Harry. He needs your help."

Professor Dumbledore stared into Allen's eyes.