Chapter 294 Awakening

"Speaking of prophecy, professor, I happen to have some understanding!" Allen said solemnly.

Dumbledore put his hands together, held his chin, and stared with interest at the little wizard in front of him.

"By chance, I learned something from ancient books," Allen looked into Dumbledore's eyes. "Prophecy is just a possibility of the future. Things without predictions may also happen."

"When we know a prophecy, we can make maximum preparations to deal with the most likely fate." Dumbledore said calmly.

"But the more you believe in the prophecy, the more likely it is to happen. As far as I know, there are two boys who meet the prophecy's conditions, and Neville is one of them." Allen looked at Dumbledore meaningfully.

"But Voldemort himself marked Harry." Professor Dumbledore continued.

"So do you think that the fate of these two boys and two families is determined by Voldemort's thoughts?" Allen's gentleness disappeared, and it was as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

"This is just Voldemort's choice, Alan." Professor Dumbledore remained calm.

"Yes, the strong control their destiny, and the weak are controlled by others." Allen spoke firmly, stating his philosophy.

"I believe that my life should be controlled by myself. I will not surround myself with any savior and wait for victory to come. I will continue to enhance my strength to meet any challenges." Allen said proudly.

Dumbledore's eyes were filled with a hint of depression. The high-spirited young man in front of him couldn't help but remind him of someone.

A very close partner in his youth, a guy who also worshiped power, a handsome man who was extremely interested in black magic.

Yes, Allen obtained a lot of dark magic from the Black family, and he admires power so much, which is so similar to Grindelwald!

"Alan, everyone wants to be the protagonist, but if you follow the traces of destiny, the road will be much smoother." Dumbledore stared into Allen's eyes, seeming to re-judge the young man in front of him.

"Professor, I believe that everyone is their own protagonist, and my life is wonderful." Allen insisted.

"Since you insist-" Dumbledore pondered for a moment and continued: "I just hope that you stay away from Harry, do not affect him, and do not interfere with his mission."

Allen took a deep look at Dumbledore. He was so sure that his plan could ensure Harry's victory in that duel?

"Professor, my thirst for knowledge is never-ending." Allen suddenly changed the subject, "I hope you can allow me to borrow books from the restricted book area."

Dumbledore was startled and looked at Allen, "Alan, I think you are too obsessed with black magic. If so -"

Allen instantly pulled out his wand: "Calling God to Guard!"

A silver phoenix erupted from the tip of the wand, hovering around the office in Dumbledore's surprised eyes.

Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes tilted his head and watched the phoenix with interest until it vanished into nothing.

Fox's eyes rested on Allen again, his expression full of friendliness and curiosity.

Dumbledore's expression softened. People who are completely immersed in black magic cannot cast a Patronus. It is not only a sign of strong magical ability, but also represents protection, love and hope in the heart.

The moonlight slowly passed by, illuminating a silver inkwell and a beautiful red quill.

A piece of parchment floated silently onto the table, Dumbledore picked up the quill, and the cap of the ink bottle unscrewed automatically.

But soon, he put down his quill again.

"Alan, I slept soundly at night, and so did Mrs. Pince," Professor Dumbledore said suddenly.

It seems that the wind, horse and cattle are irrelevant, but Allen understands it.

"I think I can always make this silver phoenix fly in the sky." Allen promised in a deep voice.

Coming out of Dumbledore's office, Allen looked at the monster guarding the door and couldn't help laughing.

Professor Dumbledore, let's see whose method is more effective.

Alan walked towards Ravenclaw Tower.

The corridor was quiet at this time, and the night was getting darker.

"I am the resurrection and the life. Nothing is invincible. I believe everything is possible."

Allen's belief became stronger and stronger, his footsteps echoed in the air, but his heart felt peaceful.

"Ellen!" It was Penello, who suddenly appeared from around the corner.

"Penello, you haven't gone back yet." Allen said in surprise.

In this quiet night, the two people's eyes were intertwined and they smiled at each other.

The two slowly returned to Ravenclaw Tower.

After washing, Allen sank into the soft bed.

That night, strange changes were taking place in Allen's body.

All the thoughts caused by the day's study and the evening's experiences suddenly disappeared.

His body was in a state of ecstasy, but his senses seemed to be even more acute.

He seemed to be in a very strange place.

In the blue, transparent and endless sea, there was a beautiful singing voice.

This voice - very much like Luna's singing voice that day!

The singing gradually changed from single to multiple, and the mysterious harmonies were soul-stirring.

Rising from the sea to heaven, it is as if a succubus like Lorelei wants to seduce a enchanted heart.

The charming music did not stop, and in the hazy moment, Allen seemed to have arrived in the dimly lit library, where a girl with lovely fluffy hair was studying hard at her desk.

The girl opened her red lips slightly and licked her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue.

Allen's eyes couldn't help but linger on her slender and white wrists and slightly opened red lips. The white front teeth were looming as the red lips opened and closed.

Allen stretched out his longing hand, but in an instant, all the scenes disappeared.

He came to the Charms classroom. Under the moonlight, Penello sat on a chair, her robe slipped down and her strong and tight legs appeared in front of him again.

The moonlight flickered, and the three women turned into a phantom, enveloping Allen, floating and sinking.

He seemed to have returned to the bed where he fell asleep, and the phantom also leaned in.

He tried hard to see her face clearly, it seemed very familiar, yet very strange.

The snow-white dress covered her feet, but her upper body was half-covered.

Her hair flows like water waves, and her longing eyes are charming and sultry.

Allen closed his eyes, not daring to look anymore, but his senses were opened to appreciate the joy that had never been seen in the world.

The cold and soft lips pressed against his thirsty lips; but his chest felt warm and hot.

Allen felt that this kind of love was almost painful, and this kind of lust was almost torture.

However, the more he pushed away this strange love, the more his senses became obsessed with the charm of this mysterious dream.

Finally, he surrendered. He threw himself into the joy, accepted the kiss, and was ecstatic in this unprecedented dream. Finally, he was so tired that he was panting, sweating, and exhausted.