Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

"How did they put so many books in a short period of time?" A first-grade Ravenclaw stretched out a finger across the spine of rows of thick, sheepskin books.

"" Ordinary Spells and Solutions "..." Wisdom Black Magic "..." Self-Defense Spell Collection "... Wow ..." The little wizards shone their faces.

It's interesting to say, if the professor arranged them to read these big heads, they would certainly read them, but they would definitely not be as interesting and active as they are now.

"Great, we have everything we need." Michael looked excitedly at the speculum, probe, and other instruments on the table.

Edward kicked the big satin cushion under his feet. "What is this for?"

"These are useful for practicing coma spells," Michael said excitedly.

They didn't get excited for long, so they were divided into a group under the command of Allen and Penello, with Michael Rong as the team leader, which made him happy and broken.

Soon, the classroom became quiet.

Penello distributed the training plans made with Allen one by one, and the team leaders spontaneously organized the little wizards to practice.

Some first-year wizards are still practicing the tips of floating mantras, waving their wrists and dancing happily.

There are also some middle and high grade students who are practicing disarming mantras. Allen found that even fifth graders use the spells in a mess. Many people ca n’t disarm their opponents at all, just force them to jump back or wince , Powerless spells roared past them.

There was a noisy cast of spells in the room, the wand flying around, the missed spell hit the books on the shelf, and a book flew into the air.

Someone's wand spun out and hit the ceiling, and Mars splashed, and then fell to the top of the bookshelf with a cry, and Allen took it back with a summoning spell.

Suddenly, the classroom gradually quieted down.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Many little wizards could not restrain the excitement on their faces. Will the principal visit them?

"Ah, good job!" Dumbledore waved to the little wizards with a smile.

Then he looked at Allen. "Harris, please allow me to interrupt your training. I don't know if you would like to listen to my old man nagging?"

Dumbledore blinked mischievously at Allen, and many little wizards couldn't help laughing.

Allen nodded gently, but he couldn't laugh a little. He didn't like being interrupted and disrupted when he was planning.

He confessed a few words to Penello, then Allen came to the principal's office with Dumbledore.

They came to the stone monster. Dumbledore spoke the password, and the monster left and right, and he and Allen walked up the spiral staircase to the oak gate.

Dumbledore pushed the door open and Allen walked in.

Fine silverware was laid on the slender-legged table, spinning quietly, sprayed with smoke.

The portraits of former school principals and boys are snoring in the picture frame, leaning their heads lazily on the armchair or leaning against the portrait.

Alan crossed Dumbledore's desk with a clean table and looked at the headmaster sitting in the large armchair, constantly wondering what he wanted to call himself.

Perhaps because of the most popular character recently, Sirius, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Allen guessed.

"Perhaps before we talk, we can drink something to moisturize our throat." Dumbledore blinked again, and a plate flew from the side shelf to him in front of him, with a bottle of Spanish wine and a few glasses on it. ——The bottle is filling up for the two under the control of Dumbledore.

"It's not too strange to cast a spell of this level without a wand, but it's a very precise control." Allen exclaimed.

"This was given to me by Sirius. I think that good wine will only be tasted if someone shares it. This kind of fruit wine should be drinkable by minor wizards as long as you don't tell Mileva ..."

Dumbledore observed the label of the wine, handed the full glass to Allen, and raised the glass to greet each other for a drink.

Of course Allen understood that it was a great offense to refuse to toast with the same Englishman-so he picked up the glass.

However, his narrowed eyes did not stop observing Dumbledore for a moment.

Professor Dumbledore looked extremely kind, and looked at Allen with a smile, the look was like a naive child sharing candy to his companion.

Alan touched the glass slightly, but there was no drop of wine in the mouth. He put the glass down, and the professor didn't force it.

"Sirius thank you very much, you helped him restore his innocence." Dumbledore said gently, "However, I also heard about the transaction between you."

Allen frowned, "Principal, I think the equivalent transaction is necessary. No one can achieve the goal casually without paying any price."

In Dumbledore's view, although the little wizard in front of him was only a 13-year-old boy, he acted extremely cautiously, and he couldn't help thinking of the news he got today.

Allen ’s elder brother Albert Harris was promoted to one of the heads of the Auror Command in the Ministry of Magic.

His father, Irving Harris, was transferred to deputy director of the Enforcement Department of Magic Law. And his brother Ellen Harris is now transferred to this department.

His mother and sister were also transferred to the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters from the St. Mungo ’s Magical Injury Hospital. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Even his aunt, Josephine Harris, was promoted to director of the Department of Magical Management and Control.

No more exploring the conspiracy, Dumbledore looked at Alan 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 clearly that this was a tragedy caused by a prophecy.

A meditation basin flew to the table, Dumbledore withdrew his memory and sent it to the meditation basin.

A figure emerged from the inside, around the shawl, her eyes were particularly large behind the glasses, she slowly rotated, her feet in the meditation basin.

Allen recognized at once that this was Hogwarts' divination professor Sybil Trelawney.

But when she spoke, she heard a harsh, hoarse voice.

"The man with the energy to conquer the Dark Devil is approaching ... Born in a family who has defeated the Dark Devil three times ... Born in the seventh month ... The Dark Devil marked him as his rival, but he has Black Touch The energy that is not understood ... One must die in the other hand, because two people cannot live, only one survives ... The person with the energy to conquer the black devil will be born at the end of the seventh month ... "

The picture dissipated.

"Voldemort personally marked Harry. Harry is the one who can defeat the Dark Lord. Allen!" Professor Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious.

"I know that you used to be a close friend with Harry. He will face tremendous pressure, far more than anyone in the magic world. Voldemort will solve Harry by any means. He needs your help.

Professor Dumbledore stared at Allen's eyes.