Chapter 806 Contact
In the cold night, the wizards who just got off the Hogwarts Express walked quickly to the castle in the distance after getting off the carriage pulled by thestrals. The weather made them not want to stay outside for a moment. Miss the warm stove of the castle, not to mention the sumptuous dinner waiting for them.
"Professor Harris." In the cold wind, this voice made many young wizards shudder, and when they realized that the person Professor Snape stopped was Professor Harris, they shrank their necks and walked faster and more hurriedly. .
Although the magic robe Allen was wearing could adjust the temperature, the feeling of the biting cold wind blowing on his face was not pleasant. In front of the big iron gate, Snape's figure was illuminated by an orange lantern shaken by the wind, his aquiline nose and the hand holding the lantern were already red with cold, and his black and greasy hair Under the long hair, those eyes looked at Allen eagerly.
"Good evening, Professor Snape." After Allen finished speaking, his vague voice sounded in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's heart again, "Professor Snape, this is not a good place to talk. After you finish your work, go to the devil." Medicine classroom, I will find you later."
Later, after the last few students put on their robes and hoods under Snape's impatient gaze, and slid quickly towards the castle, Snape waved his lantern, and he closed the Hogwarts gate expressionlessly. It closed with a bang, and tapped the chain with the wand again. With the sound of metal clashing, the chain moved like a snake, locking the door firmly.
At this time, Allen was walking up the stairs and walking towards his lounge along the huge steps. In the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle, Anka once again attracted attention. The people in the murals are all looking at Anka on Allen's shoulders, walking around in the picture frame, talking in low voices.
"Professor Harris." Dumbledore's old voice sounded. He stood on a slightly higher step and looked at Allen from above the half-moon-shaped glasses.
Allen also greeted politely after raising his head: "Good evening, Principal Dumbledore."
"Congratulations, it is really a gratifying thing to be recognized by the Phoenix." Dumbledore glanced at Anka on Allen's shoulder, and he did not ask about Ravenclaw.
"Thank you, principal." Allen stroked Anka's feathers. At this moment, Anka straightened his body, and his dark eyes looked at Fox on Dumbledore's shoulder vigilantly.
"This is Fox." Dumbledore smiled at Anka friendly.
Fox suddenly sang, the voice was illusory, ethereal and mysterious, the little wizard felt the hair on his scalp stand on end when he heard it, as if the voice was vibrating in his chest, bringing an inspiring power .
Fox with crimson wings spread his wings and hovered in the air around Anka, showing off his shiny golden tail and claws.
"Oh, Fox wants to be friends with your phoenix, Professor Harris." Dumbledore looked at Fox and Anka with gratified eyes like an old man looking at his own child, "Maybe they can be good friends, Professor Harris, you know they don't have as many thoughts as us."
"Please don't let Fox get close to Anka, Anka may attack it." Allen frowned, refusing Dumbledore to let Fox approach Anka, and warned Dumbledore, "Animals also have their own feelings and thoughts. Just because they don't have as many thoughts doesn't mean they don't think."
"Anka, the name of the Arabian phoenix? What a good name." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Don't worry about Professor Harris, they are all phoenixes and have their own way of getting along. Fox is just trying to curry favor with it. "
Allen raised his eyes, glanced at Dumbledore with a kind face, raised one corner of his mouth and said nothing - since Dumbledore insisted, Anka would teach Fox how to make a phoenix.
Fox slowly approached Anka. When it got close to a certain position, Anka suddenly spread its wings and turned into a ball of flames and appeared above Fox.
Fox didn't react at all, it was still singing weird songs, but Anka seemed to be even more angry, it grabbed Fox's neck with its claws, and then bombarded Fox with its beak, pecked here, With a peck there, one of Fox's gleaming tail feathers was knocked off.
When the incident developed to the point where Anka viciously used the attack tactics it had learned in the wild, and began to aim its beak at the eyes of Fox, who had been captive for decades, Dumbledore who was surprised and Alan who pretended to be surprised Only then did they separate and put them on their respective shoulders.
"Sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, Anka has a proud personality. He has been in a wild state before, and he is not used to how to get along with others normally. If it shows a warning sign, it cannot be approached easily." The bright red light was light Gliding past Dumbledore's eyes, Anka put himself on Allen's shoulder closer to Fox, thinking that he had won the victory, combing his feathers with his long beak provocatively, "I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore. I just listened to what you said. I thought I had been raising phoenixes for too short a time to understand their habits, so I'm sorry I didn't stop you in advance..."
Fox fell behind Dumbledore, without the majestic and airy look before, the feathers on his body were very messy, and he was in an unprecedented embarrassment, but what was more dispirited was that he was obviously stunned by this inexplicable attack, and his spirit was affected He rested on Dumbledore's shoulder as if traumatized-this made Allen feel a little sorry, after all, perhaps because of his own Animagus form, Fox's attitude towards Allen has always been quite good.
"The first time we met, we were still strangers to each other. After we got acquainted, maybe they will still make friends in the end." Dumbledore, who found Fox and himself a step down, adjusted his glasses, blue eyes full of doubts Through the crescent-shaped glasses, looking at Anka, who started to rub Alan's cheek affectionately again, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart—is it true that the personalities of male and female phoenixes are so different? Fox and Ke had never been so close to him.
Regarding Dumbledore's words, Allen was noncommittal, but he was too lazy to quarrel with Dumbledore on such a doomed and meaningless topic, "Then, Principal Dumbledore, please allow me to retire first, I have to return my Let's tidy up the office..."
"Professor Harris, please wait." Dumbledore stopped Alan again who was about to turn around and leave.
Allen turned sideways, calmly waiting for his next words.
"If... your ancient magic class only teaches black magic that is less dangerous, and you give up those that are too dangerous..." Dumbledore stared at Allen, the air seemed to freeze, "I will not object to you setting up this course."
"According to the classification of the seven types of spells that modern magic is divided into, strictly speaking, the obstacles in the curse are considered minor black magic. Although the full-body binding spell of petrification is completely different from the petrification effect itself, it itself It also belongs to the category of curse magic - and curses are usually used to cause harm, control and even death to the victim... Like jinxes and poison curses, students at Hogwarts will already learn some of them in school." Ai Lun looked at Professor Dumbledore, and said solemnly, "Most of these types of magic can be counteracted or dispelled by special anti-curse spells and universal counter-spells, so we have become accustomed to them, but it also shows their lack of effect. , Of course, I will not let my students use magic that cannot be reversed or that people have no chance to reverse. wand... So, Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm sure you're aware of the recent news about Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, I assure you it's true, and if you will drop your opposition to my reforms, I'd like to plead Ms. Ravenclaw removes the vicious curse on your hand for you, and she is willing to cooperate with you to get rid of the mysterious man, how do you like it?"
Dumbledore choked for a moment, but he couldn't agree to Alan's seemingly very favorable conditions for him. In fact, if he was willing, just like Snape told him at the beginning, he would spend his time on the curse in his hands If so, he is confident that he can solve it by himself... But he simply cannot watch so many students come into contact with such dangerous, evil, black magic that makes people lose in power when their behavior is most likely to be shaped and distorted: "Ai Ren...Since the two of us are fully cooperating, and you think Tom can be dealt with, why do we have to let the students risk learning these spells again?"
"Because we solved a Dark Lord Tom, there is no guarantee that the next Dark Lord Jerry will not appear. We have to teach our compatriots to try to solve problems on their own or take a step back and make them more capable of waiting for people like us. When solving problems for them, and if the strength of every individual in the wizarding world can be improved, the good chain reaction will lead to the development of the wizarding world... But forget it, Principal Dumbledore, it depends on our own methods Let's go..." Allen shrugged and spread his hands in helplessness, then said goodbye to Dumbledore and continued to walk up the stairs towards his own office.
The old Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, silently watched the young professor of ancient magic, Alan Harris, go upstairs until a corner of his unique magic robe disappeared in the corner, and then Only then did he continue his own pace and began to go downstairs to the lobby on the first floor.