Chapter 377 Registration (Modified)

"I have to say, Alan, you are lucky. In a place like Azkaban, except for the prisoners, they are all dementors." Albert recalled.

"Our Aurors are the only members of the Ministry of Magic who often come in and out of Azkaban Prison except for senior officials of the Ministry of Magic who can inspect and visit. Because Aurors are responsible for escorting these prisoners to Azkaban. But no one wants to do this job Go, only Aurors with weak backgrounds and low skills will be sent."

Albert smiled. Allen could understand that there is an unspoken rule in all walks of life. Newcomers, honest people with no background, and people with poor abilities are all at the bottom of their industries, and they are destined to be the bitter and hard workers in those units. Tiring, unpopular work.

"If it weren't for the fact that there were too many troublemakers last time, those Aurors alone would not be able to keep busy, and I would not go to Azkaban, a place full of despair." Albert stood up, Say goodbye to Allen.

He now has a lot of authority, but at the same time, he has more responsibilities, and his work is busier. Although he enjoyed the feeling of fulfillment, he did not dare to take it lightly and fulfilled each of his duties conscientiously.

Allen also went to the Charms classroom. Allen had already mastered the Flying Curse, and he skillfully assisted Professor Flitwick in correcting the pronunciation of the little wizards.

"Alan, the Slytherins were sneaky this morning, and they don't know what to do. But I heard Malfoy mention your name."

When Allen threw a thick dictionary at Michael, Michael didn't notice because of the reminder just now.

"Ouch!" Michael exclaimed, as the dictionary slammed on his head.

"Be serious! Michael." Professor Flitwick frowned. He had noticed Michael's mind-wandering behavior just now, but now he just reminded the other party that he did not deduct points from his college.

Rubbing his head, Michael didn't dare to say any more, and concentrated on practicing.

All kinds of books and stationery are flying around in the classroom, and then the sound of falling down can be heard endlessly.

Ravenclaw's young wizards, who had been discussing how to successfully put their names into the Goblet of Fire a few minutes before class, were now fully engaged in group training for the Flying Charm.

Because any little wizard who can successfully master the Flying Curse before get out of class is over can be exempted from writing the thesis assigned by Professor Flitwick.

Although the difficulty of the Flying Curse is not small, at the end of the class, except for Alan, most of the little wizards who joined the training class got the honor of being exempt from homework-they had already learned about this magic spell during the previous training. The mantra has been practiced many times.

After Alan helped Professor Flitwick tidy up the classroom, he saw Ravenclaw's ghost Ms. Gray when he went out.

Ms. Gray floated over in an extremely graceful posture, with her hands folded under her lower abdomen, like a princess coming slowly.

When she saw Alan, she nodded expressionlessly, stared at Alan for a while, and drifted past Alan without looking back.

"Why does Ms. Gray just nod to you and still stare at you? Is it because you are the best little wizard at Hogwarts?" Michael rubbed his chin, feeling more and more that what he guessed was the truth of the matter.

Allen smiled slightly, but didn't speak. He understood that, except for Peeves, all the ghosts in the castle had been ordered by Dumbledore to observe Professor Moody's every move.

Lady Gray nodded, signifying that Moody had successfully dropped the parchment with Harry's name on it into the Goblet of Fire.

Just when Allen reached the corner of the stairs, Malfoy hurried upstairs with Goyle and Crabbe.

Seeing Alan, Draco Malfoy stopped him excitedly, "Alan!"

"Draco, did you pick up a big bag of Galleons?" Happiness can be contagious. Seeing Malfoy's gleeful appearance, Allen couldn't help joking.

"Go to the cafeteria and see." Draco urged.

Malfoy's two Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe gasped,

Silly on the sidelines.

Thinking of Michael's words in class just now, Allen's curiosity was really aroused.

Perhaps because there were wizards from other schools as guests, the house elves at Hogwarts tried their best to prepare extremely sumptuous delicacies. But the minds of the little wizards were not at all on the tempting aroma of food, their eyes were all attracted by the Goblet of Fire in the center of the hall.

The cup stood in the middle of the hall, on the stool where the Sorting Hat usually stood. A thin circle of gold, ten feet in radius, was drawn on the floor, encircling the cup.

Some young wizards of Slytherin House were neatly lined up on both sides of the aisle. Seeing Alan behind Draco, as if he had rehearsed countless times, he neatly raised his wand and pointed it at his left shoulder. After ordering, a wizard salute was performed.

Although Alan was a little puzzled, he quickly returned the gift and maintained the etiquette - Draco's expression was full of joy that could not be concealed, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that pure blood should be like Alan.

The other Slytherins, whether because of the advice of their elders during the summer vacation or because of the influence of the Harris family in the Ministry of Magic, are willing to make friends with Allen.

Not to mention, Alan, who is already very temperamental, exudes a special charm after taking attribute potions, which makes people willing to make friends with him.

"Who can tell me, what are you doing?" Dumbledore's voice came, and behind him stood the principals of the other two magic schools.

Allen waited and watched, without showing his head. Malfoy took the initiative to stand up and explain. Since Marcus, who always repeats grades, graduated, Malfoy has become the leader of Slytherin.

"Headmaster, we Slytherins agree that Alan Harris has the strength to represent Hogwarts, and only he can bring us the greatest glory. Therefore, we asked all Slytherins who have reached the age of 17 to write The parchment with Allen's name dropped in."

Draco Malfoy was neither humble nor overbearing, but his words instantly angered Igor Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang behind Dumbledore.

"Cheating, this is shameful cheating." Karkaroff yelled so much that he forgot to use his usual sweet falsetto.

"No, we didn't cheat. The competition registration rules don't say that others can't vote for you!" Malfoy was calm and composed, and didn't panic just because the other party was the principal.

"It's true that the rules don't say it, but it's a disgraceful act to do so! It's not fair, Dumbledore." Karkaroff looked almost annoyed, and when he shouted, he showed a mouthful of rotten yellow teeth, and his eyes were cold and sharp Staring at the Slytherins, his thin face was flushed. In fact, he had countless sarcasm words to express, but as long as he thought of the Auror who was staring at him, and Alan with his amazing family power, Karkaroff could only say Those words that didn't come into my ears were swallowed back.

"Actually, if I want to enter the Goblet of Fire, I don't need such a big battle at all." Allen raised his wand and pointed it at the Goblet of Fire.

Allen raised his arm, tapped the parchment in his hand with his wand, and the parchment flew up in a flash, paused above the age line for a few seconds, and then flew straight into the Goblet of Fire.

"I think there are loopholes in your own settings, so you can't blame others for taking advantage of the loopholes." Allen said loudly.

This time, Mrs. Olim Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbatons, her dark, watery eyes and olive face with her hair combed back could not fully maintain her usual elegance——her expression It's also hard to see that such a powerful confusion spell is cast at such a young age. I'm afraid the wizard in the entire magic world can do it with no more than one palm, let alone Allen also used spells to cast silently and silently.

"It seems that Alan Harris is not only an excellent Quidditch player, but also very good at controlling spells! This is definitely a strong opponent." Wrapped in a black satin dress from head to toe, Madame Maxime, wearing many luxurious opals, thought to herself.

And the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, nodded inconspicuously at Allen.