Chapter 294 Awakening

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

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

"By chance, I learned something from an ancient book." Allen looked into Dumbledore's eyes. "Prophecy is only a possibility of the future, and things without prophecy may happen."

"When we know a prophecy, we can make maximum preparations to deal with the most likely 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," continued Professor Dumbledore.

"Then do you think that the fate of these two boys and the two families is in the hands of Voldemort?" Allen's gentleness disappeared, as sharp as a drawn sword.

"This is just Voldemort's choice, Alan." Professor Dumbledore remained calm.

"Yes, the strong control their destiny, and the weak are controlled by others." Alan stated his ideas firmly in a firm tone.

"I believe that my life should be controlled by myself. I will not surround myself with some savior and wait for victory. I will continue to strengthen my strength to meet any challenges." Allen said proudly.

Dumbledore's eyes were covered with a trace of depression. The high-spirited young man in front of him couldn't help but remind him of someone.

A most intimate companion of his youth,

A guy who also worships power, a handsome man who is very interested in the dark arts.

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

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

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

"Since you insist—" Dumbledore continued after pondering for a moment, "I just hope you stay away from Harry, don't influence him, don't interfere with his mission."

Allen took a deep look at Dumbledore. He was so sure that his plan could guarantee Harry's victory in that duel?

"Professor, my thirst for knowledge is endless." Allen suddenly changed the subject, "I hope you can allow me to borrow books from the restricted section."

Dumbledore was startled, and looked at Allen, "Allen, I think, are you too obsessed with black magic, if so—"

Allen pulled out his wand in an instant: "Call God for protection!"

A silver phoenix spewed from the tip of the wand, circling the office in Dumbledore's surprised eyes.

Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, tilted his head and watched the phoenix with interest until it vanished into nothingness.

Fox's gaze rested on Allen again, his expression full of friendliness and curiosity.

Dumbledore's expression softened. People who are completely immersed in black magic cannot cast Patronus. It is not only a sign of strong magical ability, but also represents protection, love and hope in their hearts.

The moonlight slid by slowly, illuminating a silver inkwell and a beautiful red quill.

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

But soon, he put down the quill again.

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

It seems that the wind and the horse are irrelevant, but Allen understands.

"I think, I will always be able to let this silver phoenix soar in the sky." Allen promised in a deep voice.

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

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

Allen walked in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower.

At this time, the corridor was quiet, and the night was getting thicker and darker.

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

Allen's belief became more and more firm, his footsteps echoed in the air, but his heart was peaceful.

"Alan!" It was Penello, who suddenly appeared from the corner.

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

In this quiet night, the eyes of the two people were entangled, and they looked at each other and smiled.

The two walked slowly back to the Ravenclaw Tower.

After washing, Allen tucked himself into the soft bed.

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

All kinds of thoughts caused by a day's study and evening experience suddenly disappeared.

His body was ecstatic, but his senses also seemed to be redoubled.

He seemed to be in a very peculiar place.

In the blue, transparent and endless sea, there was a beautiful singing voice.

This voice - very much like Luna's singing that day!

The singing gradually changed from single to multi-singing, and the mysterious harmony was soul-stirring.

Rising from the sea to heaven, like a banshee like Laurelai trying to seduce a fascinated heart.

The mesmerizing music continued, and in the dimness, Alan seemed to have come to the dimly lit library, where a girl with lovely fluffy hair was studying hard at the desk.

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

Allen's eyes couldn't help lingering on her slender and white wrist, and her slightly opened red lips. The white front teeth were looming with the opening and closing of the red lips.

Allen stretched out his longing hand, but in an instant, everything melted away.

He came to the Charms classroom. Under the moonlight, Penello sat on a chair, his robe slipped off, and his strong and tight legs appeared in front of him again.

The moonlight flickered, and the three women turned into a phantom, enveloping Allen, floating up and down.

He seemed to have returned to the bed where he had fallen asleep, and the phantom also bent over.

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

The snow-white long skirt covered her feet, but her upper body was half covered.

Her hair flows like water waves, and her longing eyes are charming and seductive.

Allen closed his eyes, not daring to look any more, but his senses opened up to enjoy the joy that was unprecedented in the world.

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

Allen felt that this kind of love was close to pain, and this kind of lust was close to torture.

Yet the more he pushed away this strange love, the more his senses became enamored with the allure of this mysterious dream.

Finally, he surrendered, he indulged in joy, accepted kisses, ecstasy in this unprecedented dream, and finally he was so tired that he was panting, sweating, and collapsed from exhaustion.