Chapter 599 Godric Gryffindor (Revised, Sincere Thanks to Leader Tang Mitang)

The wizards have discovered various ways to deprive others and themselves of their lives, and the lethal activity of holding the crucible on the head is one of them. Unable to understand this kind of fanatical thinking, Allen no longer paid attention to the follow-up of the game, turned and left the field.

Relying on the sense of the blood oath pendant, Alan found Rowena Ravenclaw's temporary tent after passing through the shrill hawkers and the boring crowd.

This tent is exactly the blue linen tent that Allen had before he woke up, but now some nebulae are spray-painted by magic on the top of the tent. A raven is holding a divination crystal ball in its claws.

But when Allen entered the tent, he found that, unlike the mysterious and mysterious atmosphere brought by the decoration, Ravenclaw's tent almost became a children's paradise. Two eight or nine-year-old boys with dark brown hair ran rampant in the tent, majestic and majestic. There was also a slightly older naughty girl who kept making all kinds of pranks on purpose, scaring the two little girls with the same hair color in the tent.

A few guests who probably had just entered the tent seemed to want to exit, but were blocked by Allen, so they had to walk slowly with their hands behind their backs and browsed some Raven amulet pendants on the display rack— — These are the commodities that Hufflepuff prepared for Ravenclaw.

At this moment, the owner of the tent, Rowena Ravenclaw, had disheveled hair, paler cheeks, and a rather helpless expression. Obviously, she was at a loss for these children. Allen in the suit, her eyes lit up but then dimmed again, she pursed her lips, and rarely showed a richer expression than usual—although it was an expression of grievance.

Allen walked over and handed her the food he was carrying, "These children are..."

"They are distant relatives of the Ravenclaw family, children belonging to the Lestrange family. Their parents ran off to participate in the carnival and left the children here..." Ravenclaw's tone was very upset, " Oh, that thing is inedible, put it down quickly! This group of little ravens! Your parents can find the fungus that parasitizes rye, why are you so naughty?!"

Allen looked at each other with some amusement, and then realized the relationship between them, "So the Lestrange family and the Ravenclaw family are distant relatives? By the way... The Lestrange family crest is a A complete raven, and Ravenclaw is the claw of the raven... oh, and they all have dark brown hair... so the Lestrange family is actually higher in terms of status?"

Ravenclaw obviously didn't have time to pay attention to Alan's thoughts now, she was already a little crazy...

"Don't panic!" Alan, who finally drew his attention back, patted Ravenclaw's shoulder reassuringly, and clapped his hands again to attract the attention of everyone in the tent.

A large ship model of Durmstrang appeared in the tent out of thin air, floating forward in the air. This illusion successfully attracted the attention of the group of children and the guests who had already started to move towards the entrance of the tent.

Allen smiled coquettishly at Ravenclaw, and continued to cast illusions. Several butterflies made of flames flew out of the teacup for divination and grew bigger—the boys jumped up and down trying to catch them, But they found that their hands went directly through the flames, but they couldn't feel the heat brought by the fire butterflies at all; the guests found that a huge colorful eight-eyed spider got in outside the tent and began to block the entrance with spider silk webs.

Realizing that these illusions are brilliant and dizzying - even Ravenclaw himself was attracted by them: "Your wizards are really good at magic outside of combat..."

Suddenly, Alan's body was ignited with the kind of warm-up flame he learned from Durmstrang, and soon his whole body was engulfed in flames, which made the two girls scream. But soon they clapped their hands and laughed again—Alan appeared and walked in from the entrance of the tent unharmed and leisurely,

And turned all those spider silks into fireworks, the applause and cheers almost toppled the tent.

Finally, Allen bowed exaggeratedly to everyone in the tent.

"Thank you sir, I never thought that the illusion could be so gorgeous!" A handsome wizard with a mustache among the guests said excitedly to Allen, "I will definitely let my sons and I specialize in it when I go back." Study illusion!"

"Good ambition, Brad Clark! Your children are all talented!" The mustache companion nodded in agreement, and put his purse on the display case, "Thank you young sir, you made me confused My companions have found their own way of witchcraft!"

Allen nodded in astonishment, because after hearing the other party's surname, he found that the illusions he was performing now probably came from the collection of this descendant of the Clark family...

When the guests left contentedly, and the elated children were finally obedient enough to sit in the back chairs and eat snacks-Alan went out again to buy a lot and came back.

Ravenclaw and Alan sat at the divination table, grabbed a piece of butterfly salty pretzel and stuffed it into her mouth. She didn't care about those scattered hairs at all-but Alan's eyes were on those scattered hairs. Si lingered, looking a little regretful.

Noticing the boy's gaze, Ravenclaw grabbed a few more pieces and held them in her hand before leaning herself on the backrest. She sighed, "Come on."

Alan no longer hesitated and stretched out his right hand towards the entrance of the tent. The comb he had used before flew into his hand. This time Alan stood behind Ravenclaw with ease, gently pulling her Hair, combing those strands of hair flying around one by one.

Ravenclaw was eating shortbread and staring at Alan. She noticed that the clothes with the effect of constant temperature spells made Alan, who had been busy for a long time, not sweat even though he was fully armed. "I thought you were wearing the clothes when you first came. That body is weird, but after a few days I got used to it, and I feel that you are not as pleasing to the eye as before."

"It's not that you insisted on letting me wear them to show you..." Alan, who was fiddling with his hair, also felt that the boots without soles were a bit awkward to walk on. "I'll go back and change them later."

Ravenclaw raised one eyebrow and looked at the complaining boy, and suddenly lifted the hem of his tight leather jacket. Caught off guard, the lower body of Alan, who was combing his hair and couldn't stop him, entered into it without any hindrance. In Ravenclaw's sight.

Thinking of his buttocks that had been stretched out, Alan's complexion darkened, and before he could say anything, an excited and loud voice sounded: "Rowena, I won the champion of the crucible in your hometown competition, I will give you the championship!"

A red-haired man wearing a pointed wizard hat and a sword hanging around his waist suddenly broke into the tent, holding a cauldron containing several blood-stained stones. Seeing the scene in the tent at this time, he was excited and flushed. His cheeks paled in an instant, and he asked Ravenclaw in a unwilling tone, "Rowena, who is he?" When he said this, he even sent the cauldron in his hand towards the two people at the divination table. Then he suddenly realized that General threw the cauldron on the ground casually. He looked at Alan who was still holding the comb and roared, "Put Rowena's hair down, I will have a duel of glory with you!"

The hem of the clothes slipped from Ravenclaw's hands and covered Alan's buttocks again. The children behind were frightened and cried by the sudden yell. The ruby ​​sword and the pointed hat on the red hair let him know the identity of the other party - Godric Gryffindor.