It's not too much of a problem to hang people up and fight - although Alan hasn't been doing it too often lately, but after all, there is still a desire to do it back then...

I used to be young.,To be honest.,Alan still misses the classmates who graduated that year.,I don't know when everyone will be able to meet again.,Use the wand to rewrite the youth of the year again.。。。

But now is obviously not a suitable time to remember youth, after all, from the current point of view, Allen's beating this time is not at all on the same level as the previous beatings - a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, a headmaster of Durmstrang, no matter which side it is placed on, it is a big man.

However, this can't be wronged on Alan's head, after all, no matter which of the two, the cognition in their hearts at the moment is that they were beaten by Dumbledore, and the headmaster of this pot is steady...

Dumbledore had no intention of throwing the blame, he just couldn't accept that he had suddenly beaten the two of them - especially the number of magic in Harry's mouth, which was really scary. It's not a question of Allen's strength, but as soon as he made a move, he lay down on the other side, which doesn't save face...

Anyway, Dumbledore was actually quite entangled at the moment - how could things have become like this? Obviously he had gone out and entrusted Allen with this side today to temporarily pretend that the headmaster would take advantage of Voldemort to make trouble, but why did it suddenly become like this? Obviously he didn't do anything, why did he smoke the head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic again, and the headmaster of Durmstrang again?

Even if Dumbledore has seen everything for so many years, he is still a little difficult to accept the two big black cauldrons that fell suddenly - obviously this time not only put an end to the conspiracy of Voldemort's rise over there, but also greatly weakened the Death Eaters who would follow Voldemort even in this situation, but why is his heart so tired...

With mixed feelings, Dumbledore looked at Allen, who was rummaging through the books from the table with a simple smile, and then stuffed them into his pocket openly, completely oblivious to the fact that the real owners of the books were still there to doubt the authenticity of the world.

"Alan, it's not too early, it's better to recover and transform back. ”

Allen, who had loaded the fifth book, stopped what he was doing, his face was half regretful and half guilty of causing unnecessary trouble to the principal: "Okay, principal, I'll be fine right away." ”

Of course, Alan couldn't go out in Dumbledore's face - that would cause too much commotion.

Fortunately, there were no moths in the future, and there was no bloody incident where Professor McGonagall came over suddenly, and if Professor McGonagall came in and saw two Dumbledores talking face to face over there, the fun would have been really too great, and what tragedy would happen was something that you didn't have to think about.

After returning the clothes or something, Allen, who was relaxed, found that the principal was still very happy in the past few days, and there was nothing too much beyond his ability, and there were no piles of documents waiting for his approval or something, which was quite nostalgic.

Unfortunately, looking into Dumbledore's eyes, Alan felt that he had better not die and propose that he could hold on for a while and such stupid things.

Just as Alan and Harry were saying goodbye to Dumbledore, the office door suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall came in with an indignant face, and judging by her face, Alan felt that nothing good should happen next.

"Good evening, Professor. Two shivering students greeted the professor standing in the doorway.

Xu saw the two of them, and the professor's anger was suppressed slightly: "Good evening, Robinte, Potter, what are you doing with the principal? By the way, Robinte, how are you traveling these days?"

Although it was a normal greeting tone, neither Alan nor Harry had any desire to stay here and chat.

"Very good, nice experience, thank you professor. Well, we're done with our business and we're ready to go back to the lounge. Alan kicked Harry without moving, and then quickly left the office, closing the door with him.

In the distance, through the thick door of the principal's office, Alan heard Professor McGonagall's angry rebuke: "Albus, you at least save some face in front of the students... “

Forehead...

A cold sweat appeared on Alan's forehead, and then he ignored Harry next to him and ran straight towards his own lounge - well, dinner was delicious, so he decided to go back to bask in the sun or something, there was no other meaning at all, that's it, definitely not a weak heart or anything.

Unfortunately, shortly after the end of this dinner, people came out of the auditorium in droves, and the aisles were quite full, and there were a bunch of people who knew Allen, making it unusually long for him to pass through this passage.

Just when Allen, who was terrified in his heart, passed through a corner, his hand was suddenly grabbed, and an unusually familiar voice with surprise came from his ear: "Eh, brother, are you back?"

It's Annie.

Alan was stunned, and suddenly remembered that the excuse this time was to go on a trip, as long as the headmaster's side didn't leak it, Professor McGonagall wouldn't come to trouble him - Dumbledore was obviously not the kind of headmaster who would betray his own students!

Well, Alan suddenly felt relieved, and his originally hurried footsteps stopped, and a smile regained on his face: "Well, I'm back, things were handled quickly, so I came back early, but it seems that dinner can't be in time." ”

"It's okay, I just baked a matcha cake this afternoon, well, by the way, brother, did you bring any special products back this time?" Anne said with a smile.

。。。

Specialty?

Where did the specialty come from?

The cold sweat that had just subsided suddenly burst out, and Alan suddenly felt a little cold in his vest, and it was inconvenient to take Anne out for travel and errands, but now, the tail of the hand covered by the specialty or something is completely unprepared!

At this moment, a panting prefect suddenly ran from behind: "Alan, Alan, you are over here, Professor McGonagall is in the principal's office, looking a little angry, let me call you over!"

Looking angry?

Alan forced his smile to keep, what was the situation!!

However, there shouldn't be any dead on the headmaster's side, at least Fox is better than Tibbs...

If you can avoid this disaster, you can quickly go to the bookstore owner at night to see if there is any jewelry that is more in line with the local style he has made up, and buy one, so as to save your life.

"Well, the principal has something to do with me, I guess I can't eat the cake today, you go back and rest first, I'll deal with it." ”

While instructing, Alan turned his direction with the mood of dying, and a question floated in his heart, should he pretend to have a distant friend or something married, and quickly ask for leave or something with his own dean to escape from the limelight?