Chapter 309 Photographic Memory (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Huan Yu)

Hearing what Allen said, Buckbeak pawed the ground with his front hooves and raised his pointed head.

Allen pulled the rope on Buckbeak and led Buckbeak into the pet space.

When Tina saw Alan, she spread her wings in surprise and rushed over, and directly pressed Alan to the ground.

"Haha, Tina, get up!" Tina's feathers brushed Alan's face and neck, making Alan feel like laughing.

Tina flew up obediently, and then looked at Buckbeak curiously.

"Tina, this is Buckbeak, I hope you can get along well?"

Tina circled Buckbeak, who clacked his hooves and spread his huge wings.

Tina flew in front of Buckbeak, looking straight into Buckbeak's cold eyes.

Suddenly, Tina flew higher and higher, and Buckbeak's huge wings spread out again, chasing behind Tina.

Allen put his arms around his chest, smiling, watching their figures fly smaller and smaller...

After notifying Maggie to take care of them, Alan stepped out of the pet space and went straight to the Response Room. He also wanted to read the information about the transformation of Animagus.

At the same time, in the library, Penello found that he could not enter the state of reading.

Like Allen, the scene of that day is always turning around in her mind.

"It's really exhausting!" She couldn't help becoming anxious, and put down "Outwit the Black Magic" in her hand.

Looking up and looking around, Penello piled up a pile of tomes and blocked them in front.

She took out a crumpled booklet from her backpack and rubbed it on her lap while studying it.

"What are you doing?"

A curious voice came.

Penello's hand shook, and the booklet fell to the ground.

Penello leaned over quickly, trying to pick it up, but someone was faster than her.

""Magic Massage"?"

The sound made Penello blush instantly. She looked up - it was Hermione Granger.

Hermione looked at Penello in surprise, and returned the booklet to her.

Penello took it pretending to be calm, and stuffed it into his carry-on bag.

"You know." Penello raised his delicate chin, and the arc looked extremely beautiful.

Hermione looked at her puzzled, and sat next to her.

"Alan was selected for the national team, and he trains very hard every day. I learned the massage techniques in this book, which can help him effectively relieve muscle damage and reduce the soreness caused by training."

Penello explained solemnly, but those crystal earlobes were already blushing all over.

As if thinking of something, Penelope's moist eyes slipped around Hermione's body, and she bit her lips lightly.

"Although Alan is always gentle and gentle, in fact, he has well-developed muscles and is very stylish. His abdominal muscles are well-proportioned, tight yet elastic..."

Penello's eyes became hazy.

Hermione looked at Penello, her fingers unconsciously twisting the cuffs of her magic robe.

Penello's eyes suddenly fixed on Hermione's face, and Hermione looked at her expressionlessly.

"He enjoyed my massage very much. I think he needs me every day to help him relieve fatigue."

Penello laughed lightly, the voice was like a small feather, gently scratching people's hearts.

Even though Hermione was a girl, she had to admit that the laughter was really sweet.

Penello took a deep look at Hermione, picked up her bag, left her seat gracefully, and walked out of the library.

Hermione sat blankly in her seat, and she spread out "New Principles of Mathematical Divination" in front of her.

It was so strange that those numbers and symbols that she knew at a glance in the past twirled in her mind, but finally turned into a row of letters—"Magical Massage".

Hermione simply clasped the book shut, resting her chin on her hands, looking bewildered.

Also a good friend, Penello can help Allen massage, what can he do for Allen?

Alan is not like Ron and Harry,

He is the first in the grade, and his reading notes may not be of much help to him.

What about homework? He never seemed to be overwhelmed by homework.

Take care of his life? He belonged to Ravenclaw, but he was sitting at the Gryffindor table, so there was probably nothing he could do to help him.

You can't help him brush his teeth and do oral health care, right?

Hermione felt anxious.

Allen, who was carefully flipping through the books in the Response Room, looked more and more cheerful.

Recently, he has clearly felt the improvement of his intelligence and perception brought by the attribute potion.

Just as Allen was flipping through a copy of the "Animagus Transformation Guide" in Blake's collection, the system prompt sounded-"Congratulations to the host, the ability of 'photographic memory' has reached perfection."

After checking the system, Allen was delighted to find that, with the perfect memory skills, he could not only remember the text, but also the pictures and sounds.

No matter how complicated the sound is or how many changes the picture has, he can remember it in his mind after seeing and hearing it once.

Not only that, but when he recalls, he can even control the memory to zoom in or zoom out the picture arbitrarily, and intercept the clip he wants to listen to arbitrarily.

In this way, not only did Alan at least double the speed of flipping through the materials, but more importantly, it made it easier for him to understand the books and read them more easily.

After Alan read all the books about Animagus in his collection, the plan in his heart became more and more mature.

However, in order to increase the success rate, Allen set his sights on the restricted area of ​​the library.

Back then, he had reached a tacit understanding with Dumbledore that he would not take the initiative to interfere with Harry's growth and the operation of the Order of the Phoenix, and the restricted section of the library was open to Allen in private.

Now is the time to enjoy the fruits of your negotiations.

In the following days, apart from the intense daily life of study and training, Allen focused all his attention on studying the transformation of Animagus.

Almost every night, Allen visits the restricted section of the library.

Until this day, Alan came to the library as usual, and was surprised to find that Filch was sitting in a wooden armchair, guarding the door of the library.

Mrs. Norris was lying at his feet, looking around vigilantly, and looked in Alan's direction suspiciously several times.

"Honey, is there a question?" Filch looked down at Mrs. Norris.

Mrs. Norris cried softly, which attracted Filch's caress.

"Recently, this place always makes me feel that something is wrong. Mrs. Pince forgets to lock the door every day? I want to see what is the reason for this."

Although Alan was a little anxious not being able to enter the closed library, he was keenly aware of the jealousy in Filch's tone!