There is still relatively little entertainment in the wizarding world, so when there is a new story, people are always happy to spread it - what the big newspapers like the Daily Prophet won't cover, the rest of the tabloids won't miss.

The poor authors, who had been urged by their own editors to use all sorts of strange potions on their heads to avoid hair loss, rushed almost like hyenas smelling carrion when they got the news of the war on the German side— Just the story extended by this report, plus a little nonsense story, is enough for them to cope with half a month of urging or something, and if the follow-up topic can still be so popular, and then make some romance and other lace news to maintain the heat or something, it means that they will have a whole month of manuscript without sacrificing the number of hairs on their heads that can't even be repaired by magic.

The savior behind Harry's classmates is not something that can be blown by the Daily Prophet family, it is the result of the cooperation of many tabloids and magazines - during that time, everyone was panicking, and bringing out a savior is obviously a great help to the sales of their own products, and the rest is just floating clouds - and then changing the slogan, our supreme Dark Lord His Highness has arrived at his faithful Ministry of Magic today?

Therefore, those who have subscribed to various extracurricular tabloids have probably read at least three or more versions of Allen's assassination of the dark wizard.

Therefore, it is also appropriate to be curious - of course, the common agreement that Alan should not be involved in friendly exchanges between the colleges in corners beyond the professor's control was repeated by all the students.

But Alan doesn't know about this agreement now, and he doesn't have time to care about it.

Because the dean of his own house is here - yes, it is the dean who specially told Alan not to do anything before leaving.

Anyway, at this moment, Alan felt that the atmosphere was instantly awkward. After all, the professor had told him once before he left, and now his story was known to almost everyone in the tabloids - a bit of a lie, but in short, something was wrong.

But apparently, it seems that the degree of forgiveness of his own professor is still relatively high. After all, Allen's side really hasn't had time to do anything bad - actually, this kind of thing like the first victory, Allen still wants to brush it these days.

Just when Allen's heart is weak here. The Professor tapped him on the shoulder, and then led the group directly with Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. Obviously, this is Alan who has passed the level of his own professor.

"It's okay," Alan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked into the crowd, and sure enough. As Alan looked over, a figure in a pale blue velvet jacket and small leather boots appeared above deck, and then looked at him with a smile.

The pale pink hair was tied up casually, but it didn't show a sense of messiness, and the sapphire blue eyes were full of smiles. With the sound of tapping and tapping leather boots hitting the deck, Anne ran to Alan in small steps, and then grabbed Allen's arm very skillfully: "Are you hurt? Have you slept well these days? Have you eaten well?"

"Well, did you buy me sweets? Did you buy me a gift today?" paused, and then the voice sounded again, but a little lower, "Did you miss me?"