Nothing was achieved – and that's what happened to Allen for a whole week.

After all, he didn't have a pipe in his mouth or a red bow on his neckline, and he wasn't good at exploring the shadows.

First of all, the merchant's suspicion completely disappeared after Mr. Auror's investigation, and although the result was not unexpected by Allen, he was still quite disappointed, and his dream of dissecting the organization from other breakthroughs turned into a bubble.

The way he seems to observe the thugs in the tavern is even more completely deceptive - he can't even get into the bar because of his age!

Well, I kind of know where those guys' alcoholic drinks come from - but what's the use of that!

There is neither a so-called mercenary union nor a so-called killer organization among wizards, and as for the wild wizards who are begging for a living, they will not mix around the school - the magical social order near the school is the best, and whoever dares to make trouble will really die.

Due to the existence of the Apparition Shifter and Floo Fan Network, the word territory is really not a big deal for wizards, and their footprints are even more casual before national-level defensive magic is used on a large scale.

The blow to Allen's confident investigation was undoubtedly devastating, and the wizard's mobility was so great that the other party might not even be in Japan - smuggling was not too difficult for a wizard.

The devastated Alan had no choice but to report to the professor - but their dear professor, after a period of concern for him, calmly stated that Dumbledore would arrange the matter well, and the other two headmasters were prepared for the unexpected situation that might come.

Forehead...

Well—it's not just that he's smart, Alan sighed and left the professor's office, only to realize that he seemed to have wasted a whole week of nothing, and even skipped a lot of classes, well, to be precise, he didn't go to class at all this week because of the excuse that he hadn't healed from a serious injury.

However, fortunately in the misfortune, he still managed to firmly control the explosion of strength during this time, and his life completely returned to normal, which is the only gain at present.

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In the Hogwarts camp, Allen, who had spent a week and achieved nothing, leaned on the rattan chair he had woven and watched the sunset leisurely, while casually giving birth to a piece of grass in his mouth, and he didn't want to move lazily - this time he didn't get anything done for a week, and the blow to him was not low at all.

Due to the big game tomorrow and the presence of wizards outside the campus, the whole school was decorated at the moment, and even the Hogwarts camp was not spared - it was Professor McGonagall himself, and it is said that some of the money for the decorations came from ticket sales.

But this is nothing to do with Allen, because this is the task of senior students, what he is doing now is to watch the sunset while knocking melon seeds, looking lazy and incurable, this emotion was quickly transmitted to Hua Luo, one person and one crow, you and I one by one, the sound of clicking is endless, and it seems quite out of place in the crowd that ushered in the weekend.

After politely declining the friendly and reverberated invitation of his roommates to watch the cheerleading rehearsal together, Alan began to think about what to do next - those people would definitely come to the fore, and since finding them out had failed from the start, he could only choose to trust Dumbledore that they could defend themselves - to be honest, Alan was not worried, he was just angry at himself for the defeat.

It's a pity - he thinks too much.

He forgot what he had promised, and what was even worse was that when he packed his luggage and came to him for an afternoon to ask him where it was better to play, Anne asked, he directly said that there was still such a thing?

Well, the consequences can be imagined.

When the beautifully dressed little girl came, she carried a small basket of blueberry cake, which was a dessert for Alan, and at this moment Hua Luo was enjoying it, and did not look at Alan who was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

In front of it, Anne carefully broke the blueberry cake and handed it over, ignoring Allen's intent.

If you don't cry or make trouble, you just ignore him.

Finally, when the last piece of the cake was left, Anne turned her head: "Brother, have you thought about it?"

Yes?

Alan paused, and then understood what he was asking—but unfortunately he didn't think about it at all!

Of course, he couldn't say that, he subconsciously searched in his mind, and a common name blurted out - Mt. Fuji!

Why is it so common, because apples...

"Huh, is it fun there, brother, have you been there?"

"No, but it's a super famous Muggle tourist place, let's just go down and play together in disguise for two days!"

Well, at this time, he must unswervingly round up the words in front of him, even if he himself doesn't know if it's interesting or not-it stands to reason that such a big name should be okay?

Probably the answer passed, Alan successfully ate the last piece of cake, and Anne narrowed her eyes: "When will you go?"

"I'll go apply to the professor now, and I'll leave early tomorrow morning!" replied Allen as quickly as he could—he was really scared of the girl.

Weekend outings aren't something to be done casually, and given the safety concerns and ease of management, they can't theoretically walk around – but that's just the theory.

To Allen's surprise, his application was approved fairly easily - the Japanese authorities didn't stop him, because there were no magical creatures in that area, and it was a rather useless area for wizards.

In this way, in the evening, when the group happily began to cheer for tomorrow's game, Allen, who had a very low ideological consciousness, began to pack his luggage and prepare for the next day's trip.

So, when the twins came over, they heard a rather unrighteous act and rightfully accused someone: "Alan, it's okay if you went out and missed the game beforehand! Tomorrow is our big battle with Slytherin, and it would be too unrighteous for you not to cheer us on!"

"Oh-sorry, but you know Anne is from Slytherin, and I'd love to cheer you on, but ... Alan spread his hands with a regretful expression.

Very well, after the communication, Alan continued to pack his bags.

For some reason, he had a premonition that something quite interesting was going to happen tomorrow.