Chapter 377: Sign up (modified)

"I have to say, Alan, you have good luck. Places like Azkaban, except prisoners, are dementors." Albert recalled.

"We, Aurors, are the only members of the Ministry of Magic who frequently visit Azkaban Prisons, except for senior officials of the Ministry of Magic who can visit and visit. Because Aurors are responsible for escorting these prisoners to Azkaban. But no one likes this job. Go, only Aurors with weak background and low skills will be sent. "

Albert grinned a bit, and Allen can understand that there is an unspoken rule in all walks of life. Newcomers, honest people with no background, and people with poor ability are the bottom of the industry. They are destined to be hard and hard in those units. Tired and unpopular work.

"If it weren't for the last time, there were too many troublemakers, and just because those Aurors were too busy, I wouldn't go to the place where Azkaban is full of despair." Albert stood up. Say goodbye to Allen.

He has great authority now, but at the same time, he has more responsibilities and busy work. Although he enjoyed this fulfilling feeling very much, he did not dare to take it lightly and fulfilled each of his duties with due diligence.

Allen also went to the Curse Classroom. Allen had mastered the mantra. He skillfully assisted Professor Flivi to correct the pronunciation of the little wizards.

"Allen, this morning the Slytherins are sneaking, I don't know what to do. But I heard Malfoy mention your name."

When Allen threw a thick dictionary at Michael, Michael reminded.

"Oh!" Michael exclaimed, and the dictionary slammed into his head.

"Practice seriously, Michael." Professor Flitwick reminded.

Michael dare not say more, concentrate on practicing.

Various books and stationery were flying around in the classroom, and then the sound of banging and dropping was endless.

The little wizards of Ravenclaw were still discussing how to successfully put their name into the goblet of fire several minutes before the class. Now, they have fully devoted themselves to the practice of group training flying mantra.

Because all the little wizards who can successfully master the flying mantra before the get out of class can avoid writing the papers arranged by Professor Flitwick.

Nonetheless, except for Allen, most of the little wizards who joined the training class received the honor of this free assignment during the class.

After Allen helped Professor Flitwick organize the classroom, he went out and saw Ms. Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw.

Ms. Gray floated in an extremely elegant posture, her hands crossed under the lower abdomen, like a princess.

She saw Allen, nodded blankly, and flew past Allen without looking back.

"Why does Ms. Gray only nod to you, because you are the best little wizard of Hogwarts?" Michael felt his chin and felt more and more that he was guessing the truth.

Allen smiled slightly and didn't speak. He knew it, except for Pippi, the ghosts in the castle had been asked by Dumbledore to observe Professor Moody's every move.

Mrs. Grey nodded, meaning that Moody had successfully put parchment with Harry's name into the goblet of flames.

As Allen reached the corner of the stairs, Malfoy hurried upstairs with Gal and Crabbe.

Seeing Allen, Malfoy called him excitedly, "Allen!"

"Draco, you picked up a big bag of gold gallon." Happiness can be contagious. Alan couldn't help joking when he saw Malfoy's beauty.

"Go to the cafeteria and see if you see it." Malfoy urged.

Gower and Crabbe gasped and fooled aside.

Thinking of Michael just in class, Allen's curiosity was really mobilized.

Perhaps because there were wizards from other schools as guests, Hogwarts ’house-elves resorted all their means to prepare a very rich meal. But the minds of the little wizards are not at all in the scent of food, their eyes are attracted by the flame goblet in the center of the hall.

The cup is placed in the center of the hall, on the stool where the sorting hat is usually used. A thin gold line was drawn on the floor. The circle had a radius of ten feet and surrounded the cup.

Some little wizards of Slytherin College were neatly arranged on both sides of the aisle. Seeing Allen behind Malfoy, as if rehearsing countless times, he raised his wand neatly and clicked on the left shoulder Click, do a wizard ceremony.

Allen hurried back. Malfoy's expression was full of ecstasy, and he felt from his heart that pure blood should be like Allen.

Other Slytherins, both because of the elders ’dings during the summer vacation or the influence of the Harris family in the Ministry of Magic, are willing to make friends with Allen.

Not to mention, Allen, who is already very temperamental, has a special charm after taking the attribute potion, which makes people willing to make friends with it.

"Who can tell me, what are you doing?" Dumbledore's voice came, and behind him stood Ms. Maxim and Kakarov.

Alan watched its changes quietly and didn't show up. Malfoy took the initiative to explain. Since graduating Marcus, who has always been relegating, Malfoy has become the leader of Slytherin.

"Principal, we Slytherin agree that Alan Harris has the strength to represent Hogwarts, and only he can bring us the greatest glory. Therefore, we let Slytherin, who is 17 years old, write" Ai Parchment with Lun's name was thrown in. "

Malfoy was neither humble nor hyperactive, but his words instantly ignited Kakarov behind Dumbledore.

"Cheating, this is shameful cheating," Kakalov said.

"No, we didn't cheat. The rules of the competition registration did not say that others can't vote for it!" Malfoy calmed down, and didn't panic because the other party was the principal.

"The rules did not say that, but it was a shameful act! Unfair, Dumbledore." Kakarov looked almost ashamed and angry.

His face was flushed, in fact, he had countless ridicule words he wanted to express ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But as long as he thought of Auror and Alan, whose family power was amazing, Kakarov could only take those who could not I swallowed it back when I heard it.

"Actually, if I want to enter the Goblet of Fire, I don't need such a big battle at all." Allen raised his wand and aimed at the Goblet of Fire.

Allen raised his arm and lightly touched the parchment with his wand. The parchment flew up suddenly, stagnation on the age line for a few seconds, and then flew straight into the goblet.

"I think your own settings have loopholes, so you can't blame others for taking advantage of them." Alan Lang said.

Ms. Maxim ’s and Kakarov ’s faces are difficult to see. Such a powerful confusion spell is cast at such a young age. I am afraid that the entire magic world can do no more than one palm, let alone Allen. Silently and silently cast.

"It seems that Alan Harris is not only an excellent Quidditch player, but also has a very strong control of the spell! This is definitely a strong opponent." Mrs. Maxim murmured.

Dumbledore nodded at Allen, looking insignificantly.

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