In Hogwarts, Allen's Warlock is an alien-level existence - no way, everyone plays with owls, and Warlot himself is a crow, how do you say that - do you think you can't find you if you hide? It's useless! A crow like you, even if he hides in a bunch of owls, is like a firefly in the dark, so distinct, so outstanding. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I was fascinated by the smart eyes, the shiny feathers, the stride with your head held high, and the owl food you snatched from next door.

So, the question is, since Hua Luo is the only one, where does the messenger come from?

The answer is simple – from Africa.

When Alan was in his first year, he attended a real Hogwarts meeting - he made a lot of friends at the wizarding academy in Uganda.

Most of them had graduated, and one of them had the best relationship with Alan who was a pure-blood wizard from Africa.

Unlike the wizarding world on the British side, the wizarding world on the African side is mostly dependent on family power - and then they control a Muggle tribe.

So, even though Eren had told his friends that it was a dangerous and even potentially fatal activity, he still managed to hire people with a few magical materials he had obtained from the United States - still at the level of a powerful thug.

After all, human lives over there aren't worth anything - even wizards'.

In the words of the letter, the wizards were overjoyed to see the information, and the so-called dangers had long been forgotten by them - for them, these magical materials undoubtedly opened the door to a new world - this was the price of knowledge among wizards!!

Voldemort came close to becoming emperor in the wizarding world after Dumbledore's death - now, Lord Voldemort, the royal family from Europe, taste the wrath of the true non-chieftains!!

However, just as Alan had just finished reading the letter and wondered if the team was still short of people, the bird standing on his shoulder was not convinced - it began to peck at Allen's finger with its beak, signaling that a piece of fish meat could not satisfy its empty stomach.

Ya, do you know how to call a flower chicken?

However, at this moment, everyone else was more anxious than Allen, and before Allen could make a move, a few people on the side brought over the big plate of fish and spontaneously lined up to prepare to feed it - a bunch of damn Yan Kong!

Ignoring a group of classmates, Alan quickly left the table, and at the moment he still had to prepare Christmas presents - because he already had a plan for Christmas - such as making a copy or something.

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Inside the Responsive House, when Harry and the two of them were about to discuss with Alan about adding classes during the Christmas holidays, they unfortunately heard the news that classes were suspended.

"Why? I think we need to make the most of this holiday -- I think I'll be able to do it in a little while. Harry looked at Alan with a slight resentment—like Mrs. Lorris staring at Filch—and when Alan and the others disappeared, their cat pudding got tangled with Mr. Filch, and Mrs. Lorris looked at Filch with the expression that you have a cat out there while looking at the pudding that robbed it of food.

This expression made Alan think that he owed him money - if it wasn't for another debt, how could he let go of this good opportunity to make money during this vacation!

This magic that has plagued the two of them for a long time has a very dirty name - the Iron Armor Charm.

As the name suggests, the greatest effect of this spell is to add a thin shield to the person who casts the spell - the kind that can resist ordinary evil spells.

Let's call this spell Shield 1.0 because of its limited toughness, limited protection, and mana costs a lot - it looks like a beta with no patches and a lot of bugs.

However, even such a spell is not something that everyone is lucky enough to learn - even in a government agency like the Ministry of Magic, there are still a lot of wizards who can't cast it.

The reason is very simple, it is still the same old problem - knowledge control.

This magic was not at all compulsory - and the actual intention of the Ministry of Magic was to be as peaceful and serene as Umbridge's class was, and everyone would not use a wand - and just learn the theory.

Although Alan did not hesitate to pass on all the relevant knowledge, it was a pity that this magic was still too difficult.

Not everyone is as magical as him and Annie to be able to master this spell far beyond their years in the early years, but luckily both Harry and Hermione have a little bit of a knack for making the lesson plan slow rather than failing.

As for why they had to work so hard to learn the spell - it would have to be pushed back for a while.

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It was a day in mid-November, the day of Harry's first Quidditch match.

November in Britain didn't reach the kind of temperatures that would have sweetened the iron railings, but it wasn't a little worse, with snow covering the entire campus and freezing even the bottomless lake.

When Alan and Anne, dressed in winter clothes, were reading in the room of requirement, Harry and the others suddenly visited - although the library was a good place to read books, but unfortunately there was no such a good environment in the library - the librarian would not allow them to drink hot drinks while reading - especially leaning on the hairy Tibbs, which was seriously rejected.

All in all, Alan was about to break the house - and Harry was quick to get into the love of the place.

"Well, Alan, please—there's my game tomorrow, do you have time to check it out?" it was a sincere invitation from Harry's classmates - apparently, he didn't have many friends, and even Alan counted him as his friend.

Although he didn't pay much attention to Quidditch in other houses, Alan didn't turn down the invitation - but then again, what was the result of this competition?

From what few memories Allen can remember, the savior has barely lost a game - at least not under normal play.

It's a pity that Alan searched for a long time and couldn't find anyone to watch the betting - didn't the students watch the ball game these days?

No matter how Alan complained, in anticipation - the game was finally here.