Chapter 53 Forgive (Modified)

Back at Hogwarts, the snow on the campus has not receded at all, and only the giant squid occasionally breaks the ice roughly to bask in the sun on the frozen ice of the Black Lake.

However, Alan, who had just gone through the adventure, was quite happy to be able to return to school life, especially when he learned that the Weasley twins who had just finished their vacation and were punished under the supervision of Filch in the hall were because they Bewitched a few snowballs before the holidays to chase Quirrell around and land on the back of his hooded head, making him even more laughable.

Now even the frowning Ms. Allen, who couldn't enter the statue space, felt inexplicably kind-although she had promised Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, Allen really didn't know how to take care of a ghost, nor I know why a ghost needs other people's care, so I can only smile and say hello to her when I meet her.

What surprised the Ravenclaw students the most was that the common room in Ravenclaw exuded a burst of fragrance. This is because Professor Flitwick asked his colleague Head Hufflepuff to welcome the return of the students. With the help of Pomona Sprout, a professor of herbal medicine, she asked for some plants with aromas that can help students relax, and used magic spells to make some illusory glowing plants to decorate them.

At lunch, Alan's good mood was a little bit worse. Although Ravenclaw's long table was full of food that was tempting to the little wizards around him, it was all for Alan. It’s the British food that makes his brain ache, but he himself still has some theories about cooking, but the few attempts at home while his mother is not at home have made him fully realize what his brain tells him. But the hand will let him know the fact that he doesn't have it - even with the excellent control of the body by the body training technique, it only makes his knife skills better.

Edward, who was back at school, was obviously excited again. He talked about all the strange experiences he had encountered during his vacation and travel. Even when he sometimes talked about some of Alan's own personal experience, he only mentioned it lightly, so that people could hear it unconsciously.

After eating and drinking, Alan noticed that Flegal, who was sitting with Neville at the Gryffindor table, looked a lot less energetic than when he just entered school. He walked over to chat a few words, and asked In his situation, although Fleger didn't speak out about his plight as frankly as he did in Muggle school, Allen was clear about the consequences of his old friend's lack of magical talent. It's just that there was nothing he could do about it, and after a few words of comfort, he and his roommate Edward started walking towards the tower of the Ravenclaw common room.

Back to the west side of the castle, facing the gradually more familiar area, Alan, who was a little heartless at this time, was preoccupied with the comfort memories created by the four-legged beds in their dormitory covered with sky-blue silk soft soft Now, he thinks that what can make his mood even better at this time is naturally to take a nice nap.

However, just as they were about to start climbing the stairs, Allen and Edward were blocked by the Iron Triangle.

Seeing that Ron was still holding rock cakes in his hand, Allen guessed that they probably just came directly from Hagrid's hut.

"Thank you for the gift, Harris. I'm sorry before the holiday. I misunderstood you." Hermione said carefully, while standing aside politely to make way for Alan and the others, because Hermione was standing just in the way of Alan the way to go.

Allen glanced at Hermione for some unknown reason, and only then relied on his memory to recall the episode at that time. He had experienced so many thrilling things during the holiday, and he had long forgotten about the little unhappiness that happened with Hermione before the holiday. At the back of his head: "It's nothing, Miss Granger, it's just a small misunderstanding."

"Alan, let's go first if there is nothing else?" Edward reminded Alan to leave. He didn't want Alan to delay any longer.

Because he didn't want to be woken up by Alan who came back later when he just fell asleep while taking a nap.

Miss Know-It-All's face turned red due to embarrassment, and she twisted the sleeves of her robe helplessly with both hands. Obviously, she is usually arrogant and rarely makes mistakes. Get used to being asked for help by others instead of asking for help from others.

Seeing the little girl's appearance, Allen pushed his roommate: "You go back first, I'll talk a few words before I come back."

Edward grumbled a little dissatisfied and went upstairs, while the others, who were trying to moderate each other's friendly atmosphere, quickly let go of their little grudges.

"Allen, do you remember that big three-headed dog? It's guarding something." Harry was very satisfied with the fact that he could finally open up and no longer hide his words, and his tone was much lighter.

Hermione quickly added what they believed to be the key information: "And this is what Professor Snape wants. Professor Snape gave Harry a slap in the face of Gryffindor vs. Slytherin." curse..."

Ron looked like a wise man: "We asked Hagrid to let him accidentally say the name Nicole Flamel. So what Snape wanted must have something to do with him."

"So, you want to find out who Nicole Flamel is?" Alan asked softly, the air suddenly became quiet, and the Audio-Technica was a little embarrassed. It was to hide this matter that Alan was misunderstood.

And yesterday, Hermione came back the day before school started. She was in a very complicated mood. On the one hand, she was terrified by Harry's bold behavior of getting out of bed for three consecutive nights and wandering around the school to see the Mirror of Erised. She was very worried. Harry was caught by Filch; deeply disappointed that none of them had figured out who Nico Flamel was after the holidays.

They had all but given up hope of finding Flamel in the library, though Harry was still convinced he had seen the name somewhere - so the trio had to put their last hope on Alan.

"Nicole Flamel is an outstanding alchemist and the partner of Professor Dumbledore." Allen smiled mischievously and lowered his voice like acting, "Nicole Flamel is also known to everyone. The sole maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!"

However, the words did not have the effect he expected.

The expressions of Harry and Ron were also full of confusion, a little silly but with a tacit understanding like the Weasley twins, and they asked the same question at the same time: "What rock?"

Miss Know-it-all Hermione was very dissatisfied with the ignorance of her two companions. She roared at them: "What's the matter, don't you two usually read books? Ancient alchemy involves the refining of the Philosopher's Stone, which has amazing functions The magical substance. The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life, so that those who drink it will never die."

Harry and Ron were stunned, and Ron's mouth fell open in surprise.

Allen nodded to Hermione's erudition, and added: "The only remaining Philosopher's Stone known to the wizarding world belongs to Mr. Nicole Flamel. He celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, and is now with Retired in Devon with his wife Perenal."

"That big dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's Stone! I bet Flamel asked Dumbledore to keep it for him because they were friends and he knew someone was up to the Philosopher's Stone. That's why he put it in The Sorcerer's Stone has been moved from Gringotts." Hermione guessed quickly.

"A stone that turns gold and makes you immortal!" said Harry. "No wonder Snape was after it too! Anyone would want it!"

"No wonder we couldn't find Flamel in the Developmental Studies of Modern Witchcraft," said Ron. "Since he's six hundred and sixty-five, he's not modern, is he?"

Allen was secretly proud. He also had a Sorcerer's Stone of his own, and he personally completed the final production of the Sorcerer's Stone—although the part he participated in seemed to him like someone else was cooking. Most of it, and then he who took over sprinkled some chopped green onion on it and put it on a plate.

After the semester officially started, Allen resumed his extremely self-disciplined and regular life.

Probably because after the holidays, the final exams are getting closer and closer, and the professors have assigned more and more homework. Especially Professor Snape, who seems to be troubled by some trouble, is very strict. Except for the top academics like Alan and Hermione who are ignored by him, even ordinary Slytherin students are picked on by almost everyone. Decent and impeccable.

Fortunately, the memory brought by the photographic memory helped Allen cope with this heavy study load, otherwise, I am afraid that it would not be easy to keep excellent in all homework.

Especially when this year's total score is expected to win the Quidditch Cup and maintain a complete victory in the game, Roger is like a chicken blood, holding tactical analysis meetings every day and practicing crazily.

Ravenclaw Quidditch captains are more demanding than ever on their players, even in the rainy days after the snow, which in previous years was an extra rest day for the Ravenclaw team , and he didn't rest his players either, Roger's drive this year puts him on par with a true traditional fanatic at Hogwarts Quidditch - Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood.

Even though he was tired, Alan was still full of joy in his heart. He knew that this kind of fulfilling life and passionate days would be frozen into beautiful memories in the future.

During one particularly wet and muddy session, Roger excitedly announced that Professor Snape would be the judge for the Quidditch final.

"Why not Mrs. Hooch?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hooch is the most professional."

"Snape is too scary..."

"Why not!" Roger waved his hand, looking very high-spirited, "Don't worry, although Professor Snape is partial to Slytherin, our opponent is Gryffindor! He likes it much more."

The team members talked a lot, and Allen felt a little funny about the old bat being misunderstood: "This arrogant old bat wants to protect Harry. The irony is that in their eyes, he is still completely bad. —though it's true that he's partial to Slytherin."