Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Malfoy is really self-inflicted and can't live!" After Alan realized the cuteness of Buckbeak, he felt that Malfoy was self-inflicted.

Malfoy, who was missed by Allen, didn't return to the castle until Thursday, with a bandage on his right arm and hanging with a strap. Surrounded by Crabbe and Gore, he swaggered in the auditorium, his style was like a hero who died nine deaths on the battlefield. Compared with the lively scene at the Slytherin table, the atmosphere at Ravenclaw's table was bleak, and Allen had no idea what was going on.

Some Ravenclaw's little wizards kept secretly looking at him, looking at him strangely, as if he would fall down and die at any time.

"Ellen, you have to be careful these days." Edward stopped talking, and finally said something.

"Although I know you don't believe this, Professor Traorini looks really mysterious!" Edward looked in awe.

"Professor Traurini?" Allen was confused, inexplicable.

"Sorry, can you tell me what happened?" Alan was a little annoyed in his heart, "I didn't even take a fortune telling class but taught myself! Isn't it Harry?"

"Although the professor did not specify who it is, we all think it is you!" Edward explained, "In today's class, Professor Traorini said that in our class, one of the best students will encounter ominousness! Haunted the cemetery. The terrible big dog has been eyeing him, and that is a bad omen—the most powerful omen—the omen of death!"

Edward looked worried. "We all think that she must be you! Only you are worthy of the best!"

"Look, you will always encounter a lot of exciting things! Mysterious people, basilisks, dementors, eagle-headed horse-winged beasts... It is too dangerous!" Edward can still give examples...

The little wizards of Ravenclaw around nodded repeatedly, seemingly in agreement with Edward's words.

Allen looked at Edward and the others worried, the anger suddenly disappeared without a trace, and smiled gently: "I think you must have misunderstood what Professor Traorini said." Allen patted Edward on the shoulder, "Although You think I am the best wizard this year, which makes me very happy!"

"It's not you, who else?" Edward, who was extremely convinced by Allen's words, was relieved at first, and then a little bit angry.

"Professor Traorini is definitely not me." Allen said categorically.

Who can be better and better than Allen?

"If you exchange news with the Gryffindor classmates, you will find that she is actually referring to—Harry!" Allen poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and shrugged indifferently.

"Harry?" Edward and a few Ravenclaws looked suspiciously at Harry who was downcast on the Gryffindor table—he didn't look like the best.

"Perhaps, probably-because of defeating the mysterious man or something?" Edward guessed uncertainly.

"But he can't beat Alan." Michael Cona raised his black hair, disdainfully.

"Anyway, the ominous target is not me. Isn't it great?" Allen added some grilled lamb chops for himself.

The atmosphere on the Ravenclaw table became relaxed. Everyone was eating and talking about the omens in their crystal ball. Seeing the heated discussion of Ravenclaw, Allen couldn't help but laugh. Professor Traorini is indeed a true prophet. ——The vast majority of prophecies at the time would happen in unexpected ways and could be changed.

After the lunch break, Allen quickly went to Professor Flitwick’s office. He needed to take the lecture notes and Ravenclaw’s homework to the curse classroom and distribute them to everyone before the class.

Obviously, after Dumbledore, the professors realized that Allen was a very good assistant. Professor Flitwick, as the dean of Ravenclaw, had a good time near the water and greeted Allen in advance, letting Allen be his assistant.

A pile of homework floated, following Alan, and Alan left Professor Flitwick’s office briskly. The corridor was quiet and empty, and everyone was taking a lunch break.

At the corner of the fourth floor, Allen hit a man. Books were scattered all over the floor, the man's schoolbag broke open, and all the thick books fell to the ground.

A girl with tousled curly hair squatted down quickly-it was Hermione! She was panting, clutching the torn schoolbag in one hand, and the other hand seemed to be pushing something under her robe.

"Sorry, Hermione!" Allen apologized first and drew out his wand.

Hermione looked up and noticed Ellen with an awkward expression: "Ellen, you can't cast spells in the hallway!" Hermione quickly reminded him when she saw the wand in Ellen's hand.

"Of course, I know this rule." Allen showed a rare mischievous smile, "But, there is no rule that spells cannot be used in the classroom!"

Allen pulled Hermione ~www.ltnovel.com~ into the spell class classroom.

"Hey, Ellen, my book—" Hermione hurriedly said.

"Look!" Just stepping into the classroom, Allen pointed his magic wand at the books scattered in the corridor, "Magic books are flying!" Large tomes flew into the curse classroom neatly. Stacked on the podium.

Allen looked at Hermione's backpack, stretched out his hand and took it, "Recover as before, strengthen and lighten!" The long cracked gap in the backpack disappeared, returning to its original appearance.

"Thank you, Ellen!" Hermione rose ruddy.

"Nothing, a trivial matter!" Allen helped the other party tidy up his clothes with a magic wand. "However, Hermione, your schoolwork is too heavy. Every professor will assign a lot of homework, which will let you It’s too much for your body."

Hermione twisted her fingers awkwardly, without saying a word.

"Actually, you don't really need to choose some courses, such as-Muggle Studies!" Allen said in a sincere tone. He really didn't think that choosing all subjects was a wise decision.

"But it's fascinating to study Muggles from the perspective of a wizard." Hermione looked eager.

"So, what do you think about removing the divination class?" Allen changed his proposal. "You know I'm also studying basic all subjects by myself. Then you only need to take the exams instead of spending all your energy on endless homework. on."

"Perhaps, you are right, I will consider it." Hermione was obviously moved. "Anyway, Professor Traolini said that I have a small aura and no sense of the future!"

It seemed that Hermione had trouble with Professor Traorini's words. She always cares about the evaluation of professors.

Such a little stubborn Hermione made Alan laugh.