A lonely boy, a miserable childhood, burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, and yesterday suffered a devastating mental blow, after learning the hard way, he chose to come to his friend (laoyeye) for help.

What a classic story of a young man who suffered, and finally became a master of his art and stabbed his enemies!

Alan was so moved that he turned his face to Harry and said the word clearly, "No way!"

For Harry, it was undoubtedly the deep resentment that supported him to stay up to now without sleeping, but Alan's words were undoubtedly poured on his head like a basin of cold water - even his heart was plucked out of the cold.

"Why?" Harry muttered to the question.

Alan rolled his eyes in annoyance - of course, because you stupid boy didn't even understand who to take revenge on, and Alan was sick enough to send Sirius, whom he had rescued himself.

Of course, you can't say that, after all, this explanation is too advanced, maybe Dumbledore's side can still convince him, but Harry, who has little experience, can't be effective even if Alan says it.

"Why?" Alan shrugged his shoulders, "Who are you Sirius, and grab him with your own hands, and why do you have such unrealistic ideas?"

"Let's not mention that Sirius itself is a problem of a hidden master, and even if I am sure to defeat him alone, I may not be sure to stop him from escaping—how can you let me catch him?"

Glancing at Harry, Alan continued his nonsense, "Don't take you with me - if I'm of any use to your education, then you should know very well that I might not be able to beat Sirius with you." ”

"I guess he couldn't be happier if you went to catch Sirius—he ran out to catch you, and you sent it to your door, tsk, are you doing the home delivery service of the Blotted Bookstore?"

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Apparently the call had choked the bear child, and after a long time, Harry finally came to his senses.

"Am I not going to do anything?"

"Of course - you don't need to do anything, because you've done enough, and all the Death Eaters know that their leader, their master, all their everything, Voldemort died at your hands, and they can't do anything about you.

Of course, they will curse you, slander you, slander you, and even tear you apart in their dreams countless times when they sleep, and unconsciously imagine the object of your evil curse - but it is useless, and when the sun is high, they will be disappointed and even desperate to find that you are alive and well, and they will not be affected at all, and their lungs will be blown out, but they are still helpless against you. ”

With every word Alan spoke, Harry's eyes lit up, and at the end, a power called hope was evident.

"That means - as long as I'm alive and well, it's the biggest blow to them?" Harry was in disbelief.

"Of course!" Alan applauded and praised, "That's right, of course, as long as you live well, it will be the biggest blow to them, and all the Death Eaters, including Blake (remembering the money in his pocket, Allen's conscience aches faintly, but he continued), when they learn that you are happy to live without any influence, and work hard to learn magic to improve their strength, they will be extremely flustered in the gutter and prison, and they will have trouble sleeping and sleeping, and every minute will be extremely tormenting for them." ”

"So what if I'm going to improve my strength?"

"Extra classes - I don't have to do it on vacation anyway. "Alan doesn't care – he's not teaching for free anyway.

Harry was clear-eyed, and then yawned a few times - and then after a brief goodbye, he turned around and followed the prefect back to accompany him, who hadn't slept well all night, and was ready to go back to catch up on sleep.

The bear kid is so coaxing - but Alan didn't lie.

Harry is alive to kill Voldemort's prestige and terror, just look at Wormtail to know how miserable these Death Eaters who lost Voldemort, and those Death Eaters who escaped punishment - tsk, don't they know where Harry is?

You can see how poorly Harry was so poorly protected that even a single Dementor could easily get his hands on it—but a bunch of frightened cowards were as if their backbones had been broken, and they didn't dare to do anything. Of course, this also has to do with the fact that they don't dare to guess how tightly protected Dumbledore is.

Besides - how dare a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death dare to provoke Potter who defeated the Dark Lord?

So, Alan subconsciously looked at Harry again, and felt that the Death Eaters were indeed hopeless - Harry fell to the ground in a daze...

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Christmas is fast approaching.

It's another good time to receive gifts and unwrap them.

It was about eight o'clock when he got out of bed alone—Alan yawned and got out of bed and began to unpack.

His gift has already been sent, and this is the stage of opening the gift.

Due to the fact that there have been more turns in the past few years, the gifts Alan has received are also strange - a box full of all kinds of cherished potions from Africa made him feel a little pain in his brain, and when he saw the card, he naturally found the handwriting of his friend who was a little second, and sure enough, who sent medicine for the holidays except him...

Well, this package is from Japan, and it's a brand new trench coat - judging by the leather, it's dragon skin.

The local tyrant, the real local tyrant - Alan couldn't help but exchange it for money, and finally held back, folded it up and put it back.

Candy - who is so uninspiring?

Bad review!

A bottle of high-end mead - ahem, why look a little ominous, I always feel that there is some shadow on the wine.

A whole set of big dung eggs, magic fireworks and other tricky props - don't ask, twins!

Well, I don't know what they'd think of receiving the invisibility cloak that Alan had managed to get from the second-hand bookstore owner - of course, it's time-limited kind, nowhere near Harry's artifact, and, just like that, I wish they could squeeze in!

Huh, what the hell is this big package?

What kind of international joke, how did this package get in? There are no traps, right? Is someone planning to fix me?

As Alan studied the package, there was a click on the package.

Then, a puffy little girl came out of it, holding a small packaging box in her hand, which should be her gift.

It's a pity that Alan not only didn't get this gift, but his calf suffered, although the clothes were thick, but he couldn't stand Anne wearing boots today...

"Stinky brother, I slipped in at six o'clock, prepared the box and got in, but you only woke up now and didn't say anything, and you didn't open the package for half a day, so I'm angry!"

With every word, there was a labor pain in Alan's calf...