Norris still remembers the professor's face of despair, helplessness, and anger. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His hair had been burned in half, his wizard's robes were burned to shreds, and his body was covered in thorns, and his comical appearance almost made him ignore the little Slytherin in the first year, who was now sitting half-leaning in the corner, playing with the ragdoll bear she never left behind.

Then, in his astonished gaze, the Slytherin genius's eyes suddenly turned red, and a faint sobbing sound came out of his mouth.

At the same time, the Hufflepuff was desperately trying to make a cut in his clothes, and at the same time, as the third person still standing on the field, he received a look from the little wizard named Alan.

Eyes weren't a big deal - Norris himself thought so in the past, and he even used the word sultry together for a while - for example, he used his eyes to chase his current girlfriend.

He had never imagined that the look of his eyes could be so oppressive - he swore to Merlin that the last time he was so scared was when he heard about the Dark Lord's deeds when he was young, when he was in the prime of his power.

As for what happened after that?

He didn't remember—he really didn't, even when Professor McGonagall asked him, he just nodded mechanically.

As a result, Ilvermorny canceled the exchange program, and Alan faced only a week's confinement.

Again, the matter was suppressed, and the explanation for Allen's punishment for confinement was that he attacked a group of Ilvermorny wizards and was caught red-handed as punishment.

He himself, on the other hand, was warned not to publish the news - but he did not have the strength to do so.

The previous horror had not yet faded, and now the hard work had turned into water, which was even worse for him.

Thankfully, the Minister of Magic gave him another chance to make a final comeback.

According to common sense, he should have abandoned everything he shouldn't think about and worked hard to plan and complete the task given to him by the Minister of Magic, instead of staring at the note on the table with mixed feelings here.

However, the name noted on the back of the note forced him to take time out to sit and wait.

The note was simple - 'Please be alone at night, you have something to talk about--Alan'

If, before that incident, Norris would have scolded an idiot or a filthy mudblood, he would have shredded the note and put it in the fireplace lest the mudblood-smelling thing disgust him.

But now, he couldn't do anything but wait - not to mention that the professors were vaguely dissatisfied with him at the moment, even if the professor was on his side, Alan could cover up his true intentions with an excuse similar to talking about the events of that day.

There were three knocks at the door, but before he could say the word "please enter", the door had been opened by magic.

The man who entered the door was indeed the wizard who had left a strong psychological shadow on him, and at the moment, he was smiling—but Norris, who had seen his smile, did not think of smiling back at all.

"Okay, I got your note, so, what's the matter?" Norris tried to control his fear, straightening his back to preserve his dignity as a pure-blood wizard.

However, this dignity was soon shattered - and it was his own hand.

Alan didn't mean anything to respond to his question, just pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

In fact, if Alan hadn't felt disgusting, he would have planned to use this piece of paper to wash his nose.

Since the wronged boss in front of him won't have an extra copper Nat because of this thing, then why does he keep it so new?

It's also great to be able to get people up, and he didn't use this letter anyway.

But, he underestimated the slytherin's appeal to it, and he lunged at the crumpled letter almost immediately—if it hadn't been for an obstacle spell from Alan that flicked the guy to the ground, he would have snatched it away!

Although Alan is absolutely sure that he will not be hacked, it is better to stay away from this kind of trouble.

"How do you have a letter in your hand! The letter has just been handed over to Professor McGonagall!"

Alan didn't even mean to answer this Slytherin's question - cut, seller's market, who cares about you.

However, just as Alan didn't want to explain anything, Headmaster Ilvermorny on the other side was about to go crazy - after handing over the letter, he had received sad news from the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who had just taken care of his student - and on the very first day of the exchange, his dear Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had sent a letter of his peers.

In other words, Hogwarts got not nine keys from him, but ten - and more importantly, the letter was given to the person who should not have been given - the little wizard of Hogwarts!

The Hogwarts wizard who dared to refuse his kindness! The Hogwarts wizard who slapped Ilvermorny on Quidditch! The Hogwarts wizard who beat his best Transfiguration professor and is now recovering from his injuries in the hospital! Now, that little bastard, stealing one of their few legacy!

When, with a crisp sound, Hogwarts gave him a gift, the sword made by the goblin, and he slammed it to the ground.

"In that case, then, call Ievee. The headmaster gasped, and the greasy sound in his voice disappeared at the same time.

"Are you crazy? Headmaster Charried, Hogwarts will go crazy!" - as a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, he knew all too well about Eevee's strength.

If he is almost all O (O = Outstanding Outstanding, the highest grade) in other subjects, then he is an absolute genius in the dark arts, and if it weren't for the fact that his experiments in the dark arts almost killed his classmates, he would definitely be the most outstanding honor student.

And now, the angry headmaster's decision was undoubtedly foreshadowing the death of the little wizard - even if he and another wizard worked together to defeat the professor in a sneak attack, it was impossible to escape the attack of Eevee, who was almost as strong as the professor.

"Not really, as long as they get enough benefits. And, after all, it's a Slytherin heir's laboratory, not an amusement park, and the ancient Triwizard Tournament had to kill a few little wizards, isn't it normal to explore an unknown laboratory and die a few little wizards now?"

"And do you think I'm going to make it so easy for them to get rid of our stuff?—those letters have a faint tracking magic on them, and if I give up one more sneak attack and let them get an extra inheritance, the death of such a little wizard will barely make a splash. ”