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Naturally, he looked confused - let alone Allen, even if the card master came in person, he would probably be tricked...

Who guesses the production time of the coin?

However, surrender is absolutely not allowed. Alan quickly took out the most expensive set of magic props he had on hand - pure gold tarot cards from his pocket, and then placed his fingers on the deck of cards in Marshall's teasing eyes.

After clicking it, with a faint white light, the whole pile of cards began to fly quickly but orderly in the mid-air, causing a low cry from Marshall's classmate.

"Alan, you have never shown this skill before!"

Marshall's voice was full of grief and anger - originally he thought that although he was full of shame, at least his girlfriend could help win back the victory. Guess what year the money was made to do this thing is obviously not based on

If you can get the correct answer, then everyone will be embarrassed together, and you will feel less embarrassed all of a sudden.

However, this kid Allen obviously didn't even take divination classes! Marshall clearly remembered that when everyone had to take divination classes and had to rack their brains to make up their own unlucky divination experiences, Allen could take it easy.

to do what you want to do.

Just when Marshall thought there must be something wrong with the world, among the flying cards, three cards slowly turned over and fell into Allen's hand. Allen glanced at it and gently touched the floating cards.

One by one they fell into his hands, forming a neat pile.

"Well, if you guessed it right, that Galleung is not a real Galleung, but a fake made by the leprechauns - you must have gone too far in cheating!"

Allen complained angrily and refused to let anyone live. Why are witches so scary these days!!!

"Oh, shut up. Those who cheat in divination have no right to criticize others." A big white eye was given to Allen, "Okay, let's go back and prepare that weird F. I will convince them."

With a bit of sullenness, she walked directly towards the auditorium. It seemed that she was going to fulfill her promise to integrate the prefects to add decorations to her clothes.

Marshall's eyes were half desperate and half curious: "Okay, I admit it, but I have one last question - Alan, you have almost never been to a divination class, how come you can do it!!!

"

"Nonsense, I passed the graduation exam with a perfect score of O in the divination class. Isn't it normal for the divination results to come out?" Allen said with a neither red nor white face.

"Won't your conscience hurt when you say this, Allen - you haven't even been to a few classes!"

"Of course, I don't need to go to class because I'm talented."

...

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In the auditorium, the terrifyingly short Christmas vacation has come to an end.

At this moment, the guests from other schools have already sat in their respective seats that have been arranged long ago. The remaining Hogwarts students are still entering in order arranged by the prefects. As for Allen,

The trouble-prone Peeves noticed it first - no way, Professor McGonagall's current attention to it is almost as much as Mr. Filch's attitude towards it. After all, Peeves is in the hospital when Mr. Filch is hospitalized.

It's just too unsafe.

Although in theory it would be more appropriate for Allen to put a spell on it and let it stay there without causing any trouble, but after considering the matter of taking a group of prefects who are full of second-rate sense to carry out the pick-up mission, he still chose

In order to persuade Peeves - of course, this has a lot to do with the terrifying look of resentment that Marshall cast.

In the empty classroom, Allen closed the book in his hand and said seriously to Peeves over there: "Okay, sir, it's almost time for the freshmen to enter. The professor asked me to watch your

The task is now completed. Now you can move around freely. You can play some moderate pranks on the freshmen after the evening, but please don’t cause trouble during this time. The professor has told me to try not to play tricks on the ghosts and elves in the castle.

It is against school rules to engage in aggressive behavior, so everyone is communicating peacefully here, and just don’t cause trouble at the banquet."

Peeves had a dull look on his face, not at all the weird look of the elf in the past.

"I don't have any magic attack restrictions?" Allen scratched his head, thought about it again, and confirmed again that he did not use any attack on it. He only read with it for a while after finding it, stating its purpose in the classroom, and at that time Pi

Pigui is quite cooperative.

"What kind of curse has been cast on you?" Alan asked in a low voice. To Alan's surprise, Peeves actually shook his head and responded.

"Okay, it's up to you. You're not allowed to cause trouble in the auditorium before dinner." Allen shrugged his shoulders, confirmed that there was no control magic, then closed the door and left the empty classroom. As Allen left, those who were stupid there were

Peeves lay back with a look of panic, and then floated up on the ceiling of the lower classroom.

"Peeves is not afraid! Peeves just doesn't like that little devil. Peeves is definitely not afraid!" He hid on the ceiling and cheered himself up softly, then glanced at the door to confirm that no one was there.

Once again, he relaxed as he had just come in - the whole summer vacation experience was so terrifying that when he saw the little devil, he couldn't help but remember it. He could only stay there and stare at the almost unchanged scene around him in a daze.

When the scene came up, even the house elves were so frightened that they didn't dare to go past when they learned that Peeves was standing there like a statue. As a result, the whole room seemed to be still. This pair of lively Peeves came.

It was even more painful than killing him - of course, this was entirely what Peeves asked for.

To put it simply, if Ellen had just asked Professor McGonagall if she was moved by her protective measures, Peeves' answer would have been particularly amazing...

Allen estimated that the time was about the same. When he was walking on the road, Marshall, who looked like he wanted to hit someone, was already ready to call him.

"The professor asked me to notify you - but be careful, the professor is in a very bad mood right now." Marshall paused for a moment before saying the next words, which scared Allen - what's going on, the new semester hasn't started yet.

, who is doing what?

——

In an empty classroom, Allen looked innocently at Professor McGonagall, who was looking strange - he was called over by the professor just as he passed.

"My lord, Merlin - Alan, you can make bigger jokes than Peeves!"

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Before Alan could react, Professor McGonagall quickly pointed out the biggest problem he had committed: "Do you know what happened to the Ministry of Magic when the prefects of Hogwarts uniformly wore that logo?

What an impact there was - Scrimgeour's face was so distorted that it looked so distorted!"

"If they hadn't told me that this was just a prank after losing a card game, I would have believed that this was the school's prefects protesting against the Ministry of Magic - but it happened to be you when Albus just had a quarrel with the Ministry of Magic.

It helped a lot in disguise."

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"It doesn't matter, we have enough funds this time, and they won't be able to hold up our funds in a short time." The professor looked proud, "I don't want them to weirdly plan to be on campus this semester.

Get a senior review official who reviews professors to come in." (To be continued)