This is a group of dark wizards with goals, ideals, and ambitions, who are not like other scum who only know how to secretly catch a Muggle for experiments, nor are they vulgar in pursuit of magical killing, everything they do is to overthrow what they consider to be a rotten school.

So, they hit the streets.

To be precise, they didn't even interrupt the Quidditch game that the students were celebrating—even worse than football hooligans.

While Alan was watching them, a wizard successfully took off the strip of cloth from his mouth, and with a cruel smile on his face, he stared directly at Allen, and shouted quickly in a very fast but guaranteed voice:

"Flame is an extremely dangerous spell that is classified as black magic by all wizarding worlds, but its power is so great that its spell is... ”

The boss called, and it was clearly interspersed with spell pronunciation and spell basics, although it was still very simple, but according to this attempt, it would definitely be able to practice this black magic successfully.

This wizard's face was full of cruel smiles - even if he died, he would have to drag his back, and there were still two wizards in front of him, which was really amazing, this wave was not a loss!

Forbidden spells, even eavesdropping are a sin, not to mention that they can still experiment, aren't you very powerful? Even these two students can't protect them!

He thought about it and laughed until he found that the little wizard who heard the magic asked him a question with a normal face: "En, sir, I remember, and then, how can this fire be extinguished?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and a smile froze on his face—not at all a proper answer.

However, the habit of discussion in the group made him subconsciously answer the question, so that he received a very polite thank-you, and then the next question was raised.

Before he could reply, the cloth tape sealed his mouth again, and Alan received a roll of the eyes from his professor.

At this time, the bound wizard remembered his current situation, and he tried to lick the strip of cloth with his tongue, and shouted, "Catch him, he is also a dark wizard, he just learned the use of fire from me!"

Crackling, another strip of cloth firmly sealed his mouth, Professor Sprout added another one this time, and then turned his head to Alan and said: "I know that a little guy like you who has a little strength likes to discuss some black magic, but don't contact too much, some black magic will have a negative impact on the soul, and when practicing release, it must be carried out in an open place, when there is no combustible material around, and someone must watch, understand?"

"Well, good professor, I'm just experimental, and I won't talk too much about it. ”

"That's good, the game isn't over yet, it's better to go and watch the game with them, it's hard for you to come back so far. ”

Eren looked like a good baby, and the wizard who was tied up was first shocked, then panicked and incredulous, and finally struggled desperately.

Not only did he glared at Alan and Professor Sprout, but he also turned his angry eyes at the others - are you deaf? They were openly discussing the dark arts! That little imp is a real dark wizard!

However, the other wizards had jealousy, envy and even hatred in their eyes, but they did not look at the criminal's attempt to arrest them.

They all remember the scene where Eren dragged N before, and looking at the relationship between Professor Sprout and Allen, they know that most of them are wizards who have given their own inheritance to guide them like this - it's no wonder that such a good disciple is not envious!

As for arresting, what an international joke - the rules are set by the Ministry of Magic, not by the professors.

Although the rules of the Ministry of Magic cannot be taught on a large scale, there is no pressure to teach people, in other words, people like Allen are officially not made public but admit - if it really follows the routine, Snape who invented the dark magic of the level of Bladeless in the sixth year is afraid that Azkaban will sit through.

Although Professor Sprout himself is not very good at dark arts, no one can say that he can't open a small stove or something for his own spare students - even if he dares to do it, he can't beat Allen!

And so, in desperation, the dark wizard was dragged away.

If he's just a simple dark wizard, it's okay to squat for a year and warn - but plus he wants to blow up the school, hehe, Alan doesn't know if there is a death penalty in the Japanese wizarding world, if so, the leader is definitely enough, as for him, it's probably lighter?

Considering that it was a bit silly to run out again after returning to the capital, Alan and Anne decided to go to the game - Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, Malfoy and Harry's true love, phew, fateful duel, if you think about it, it should be not a small sight.

Just as they were about to make their way to the pitch after making this decision, a cheer suddenly rang out, and the lion emblem symbolizing Gryffindor was conjured up by a wand and flew high in the sky - there was no doubt that Gryffindor had won.

Toothache!

It's not that Alan has any opinion about Gryffindor, he suspects that he has some bad luck today - he finally found a cult base, but it was blown up, and he came back to save people, and found that the other party was caught by the school alone, and even they wanted to see the game, the moment they moved this thought, the game was over!

Am I doing something wrong, and why does it suddenly feel like the whole world is targeting me?

Considering that it might be even more unlucky to meet someone, Alan turned to look at Anne, "Are you still interested in going out and playing?

However, Anne suddenly blushed: "I'm sorry brother, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so I went back to rest first, and I won't go out to play today." ”

Seeing that Alan tried to ask again, Anne simply put it aside, leaving Alan stupid in the cold wind - and then he suddenly realized.

Gotcha, it's not a good day!

Allen, who smiled bitterly, directly hid his figure, and didn't plan to make contact with his classmates - I'll take my back today, and I'll avoid you, okay?

It's not that he doesn't plan to spend a happy time with his classmates, but today he is really unlucky, and he doesn't know what will happen - I can't hide if I can't be provoked?

Concealed himself, Allen walked straight to his tent, where he was going to stay and read a book for the day.

However, just as he was sneaking to the door, a stun spell attacked him directly from the back, and he dodged the spell very quickly, and a spell directly counterattacked, and then turned his head - did he slip through the net?

No, it was the Hufflepuff seventh-year prefect - he was sneering at Ellen, who was in a bad mood and kicked up a leaf to get his attention as he was crouching through the net, and the stun spell slammed over.

Wide-eyed, Alan shrugged his shoulders, let out a long sigh, didn't say anything, and threw the prefect right there.