Chapter 293 Dumbledore’s Temptation
"How did they arrange so many books in such a short period of time?" A first-year Ravenclaw excitedly stretched out a finger and ran it along the spines of the rows of thick sheepskin-covered books.
""Common Spells and Solutions"..."Outsmarting Dark Magic"..."Collection of Self-Defense Spells"...Wow..." The faces of the little wizards lit up.
It's interesting to say that if the professor assigned them to read these tomes, they would certainly read them, but they would never be as interested and active as they are now.
"That's great, we have everything we want." Michael looked excitedly at the various instruments such as looking glasses and detectors placed on the table.
Edward kicked the large satin cushion under his feet, "What is this for?"
"These are useful when practicing the coma spell." Michael said excitedly.
They didn't get excited for long, and they were divided into a group under the command of Allen and Penello, with Michael Wing as the group leader, which made him extremely happy.
Soon, the classroom became quiet.
Penello distributed the training plans developed with Allen one by one, and the group leaders spontaneously organized the little wizards to practice.
Some first-year wizards are still practicing the key to the floating spell, waving and raising their wrists, dancing happily.
There were also some middle and high school students practicing disarming spells. Allen found that even the fifth grade students used spells in a messy manner. Many of them could not disarm their opponents at all, but only forced them to jump back a few steps or cower. , powerless spells whizzed over their heads.
There was a noisy sound of spells being cast in the room, wands were flying around, and the missed spells hit the books on the shelves, and the books flew into the air one after another.
Someone's wand flew out in a spin, hit the ceiling, sparks flew everywhere, and then landed on the top of the bookshelf with a clang. Allen used a summoning spell to bring it back.
Suddenly, the classroom gradually became quiet.
"Principal Dumbledore!" Many young wizards could not suppress the excitement on their faces. Is the principal coming to visit them?
"Ah, good job!" Dumbledore smiled and waved to the little wizards.
Then he looked at Allen, "Harris, please allow me to interrupt your training. I wonder if you would like to listen to me, an old man, nag a few words?"
Dumbledore winked mischievously at Alan, and many young wizards couldn't help laughing.
Allen nodded gently, but he couldn't help but smile. He didn't like to be interrupted and ruined the rhythm when he was making his own plans.
After explaining a few words to Penello, Allen followed Dumbledore to the principal's office.
They came to the stone monster. Dumbledore said the password, and the monster separated on the left and right. He and Allen walked up the movable spiral staircase and came to the oak door.
Dumbledore pushed the door open and Alan walked in.
Fine silverware sat on a table with slender legs, spinning quietly and puffing out smoke.
The portraits of the former headmasters and headmasters were all snoring in the frames, their heads lazily leaning back on armchairs or leaning against the portraits.
Allen looked across the smooth table top of Dumbledore's desk at the principal sitting in the large armchair, constantly wondering about his intention in calling him here.
Perhaps it's because of the most popular figure recently - Sirius, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Allen guessed.
"Perhaps we can drink something to moisten our throat before we talk." Dumbledore blinked again, and a plate flew in front of him from the shelf on one side. On the plate was a bottle of Spanish wine and several wine glasses. ——The wine bottle was being filled for the two of them under Dumbledore's control.
"It's not unusual to cast a spell of this level without a wand, but it's such precise control." Allen admired in his heart.
"Sirius gave this to me. I think good wine must be shared with others. This kind of fruit wine can be drunk by underage wizards - as long as you don't tell Minerva..."
Dumbledore looked at the label of the wine, handed the filled glass to Allen, and raised the glass to invite him to drink together.
Of course Alan understood that it was a great offense to refuse a toast to an Englishman - so he picked up the glass.
However, his slightly narrowed eyes never stopped observing Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore looked extremely kind and looked at Allen with a smile, like an innocent child sharing candy with his companions.
Allen dipped the glass slightly, but not a drop of wine flowed into his mouth. He put the glass down, and the professor did not force it.
"Sirius, thank you very much. You helped him restore his innocence." Dumbledore said gently, "However, I also heard about the deal between you."
Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Principal, I think equal transactions are necessary. No one can achieve their goals casually without paying any price."
In Dumbledore's view, although the little wizard in front of him was only a thirteen-year-old boy, he acted extremely cautiously. He couldn't help but think of the news he had received today.
Alan's brother, Albert Harris, rose to become one of the directors of the Auror Command at the Ministry of Magic.
His father Owen Harris was transferred to Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. His other brother, Len Harris, is also currently transferred to this department.
His mother and sister were also transferred from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. UU Reading ｗww.uukanshu.net
Even his aunt, Josephine Harris, was promoted to Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
Without further exploring the conspiracy, Dumbledore looked at Allen and tried to change the subject, "Alan, do you know why Voldemort must kill Harry?"
Allen shook his head and looked at Dumbledore, but of course he knew in his heart that this was a tragedy caused by a prophecy.
A pensieve flew to the table, and Dumbledore pulled out his memories and put them into the pensieve.
A figure emerged from it, wrapped in a shawl, her eyes looked extraordinarily large behind glasses, and she spun slowly, her feet in the pensieve.
Allen recognized it immediately. This was the divination professor at Hogwarts—Sibyl Trelawney.
But when she spoke, a harsh, hoarse voice came out.
"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born in the Seventh Moon... The Dark Lord marks him as his archenemy, but he possesses the Dark Touch Energy unknown to Tohru... One must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live, only one survives... The one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month... "
The image faded.
"Voldemort personally marked Harry. Harry is the one who can defeat the Dark Lord. Alan!" Professor Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious.
"I know that you were once close friends with Harry. He will face tremendous pressure, far more than anyone in the wizarding world. Voldemort will use all means to deal with Harry. He needs your help."
Professor Dumbledore stared into Alan's eyes.