It is impossible to be wiped out, and Hufflepuff will never be wiped out - although Allen's classmates are very righteous and did not flee at that time, but when they are prepared, even if they are high-decibel sound attacks, it is just a piece of cake for Allen.

To be precise, if Alan hadn't found out in time how much death those guys had done while smiling and nodding, the school hospital would probably have been crowded at this moment...

Rao is like this, a group of high-class curious explorers in Hufflepuff still managed to send nearly half of them in, and Professor Sprout, who hurried over, was naturally angry - the first time is okay, this is the second Hufflepuff collective admission to the hospital, and the game with Allen's front foot has just ended, and everyone is going to the school hospital to celebrate collectively?

"I don't understand, isn't the food in the school hospital very good, will it be worth a group of you to come here for a sick meal to celebrate?" Professor Sprout brought out a group of prefects to understand the situation, his face full of disgust.

"Beef pies do—" Thelma inadvertently spat out half a sentence, and was promptly covered by the sixth-year female prefect next to her.

This half sentence made the professor's expression suddenly become helpless.

"You guys, let's experiment with the golden eggs, why are so many people curious onlookers? What is the result in the end?"

The guys who were brought out smiled at each other with embarrassed faces, and shook their heads with extremely subtle extremities - when the golden egg exploded, the terrifying cry made people feel like they had fallen into a mandrake field, who cares about what is in the study...

As for Alan, he knew that he knew, but what he said now was too illogical, after all, people were there, and he also stopped some of the voices to save people, and it was too unscientific to find out the mystery of the hidden golden eggs at any point in time - well, even in the wizarding world, it was too unmagical...

Therefore, he can only tell a small lie: "I have some clues, but I need to follow up the experiments, of course, I will pay attention to the experiments later." ”

The professor clearly saw the lie, but he didn't choose to expose it - "Forget it, just take care of it, just stay and help Madam Pomfrey deal with it, this time it's just an accident, just remember not to do it in the future." ”

After another great order, Professor Sprout left as Alan and the others looked at him saved.

Obviously, the punishment given to Alan is to stay in the hospital to help until all the classmates are discharged - anyway, every Hufflepuff's herbalism is definitely not much worse, and there is no possibility that he will not be able to intervene to help in the school hospital, and no matter how bad he is, he can help deal with the materials to be boiled, right?

Especially the prefects, their grades are at least above average, and they are even more handy when they do odd jobs.

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In the school hospital, a dry injured guy was drinking a potion to treat his ears, and although he was made by the steaming purple potion, his face was full of suspicion, but after that, everyone continued to talk happily, and there was no sense of frustration at all.

Of course, this so-called chat is also quite awkward - in the case of an ear injury that cannot be heard normally, and loud communication is strictly prohibited in the hospital, everyone can only rely on extremely primitive methods to communicate.

However, even if this method of communication is primitive, it is quite technical - they pull out their wands from each other, make ink with magic power, leave lines of writing in the air, and then read, discussing with each other in this very painful way.

Since Madam Pomfrey would not allow them to leave for a short time, after the conversation was over, the group began to compete to see who could write the letters in the air better, cooler, and keep them longer.

Later, they even came up with a variety of colorful ways of writing, similar to the way of writing where water flows slowly, and a line of writing that constantly floats like a barrage, and so on.

After all, the difficulty of these things is actually not too high, and these hospitalized guys are a bunch of senior idle people who can't speak.

But that's where the woe came from.

When Alan continued to help out another day, he was surrounded by a group of hospitalized guys with green eyes.

Like fireworks, colorful fonts were sprayed out in front of Allen's face.

"Alan, you said that you saved the two witches from France, why did you bring the other one, and Fleur gave it to Harry?"

Alan rolled his eyes at the ever-changing font - it had only been a day's work, and the guys had come up with a new one.

A line of blue flowing font was written by him: "What's the difference? Anyway, it's just saving people, what's there to worry about?"

"You don't know how wasteful you are? Anyway, you're single, what are you afraid of, Fleur has been rated as the number one beauty on the list this time!"

The big pink font fluttered in front of Allen, especially on the word Hibiscus, and a small bubble similar to the heart appeared - how idle this group of people is!

Are you going to make a black rod tomorrow to block the word Hibiscus, and then a name like Kasumigaoka Shiyu will appear on it?

"I wondered, you like Fleur so much?"

"Nonsense!"

"Of course!"

"If I could go on a date with Fleur once, I wouldn't even dare to skip Snape's lesson!"

"Same!"

"I don't even have any problems with the herb class!"

A series of words suddenly fluttered above the heads of a dry person, and for a moment Allen thought he was playing an online game...

Really, these guys, when no girls come, it's just that, as for it?

But at the moment, it is clear that people's attention has shifted quite quickly.

Because there is a traitor in the middle of a bunch of single dogs.

Marshall was caught by a gang of people - in front of him, a line of violet text kept rising and falling, and the content was the same as everyone else, the kind that wanted to date Fleur.

Suddenly, a text smashed into the guy Marshall.

"Despicable!"

"Shameless!"

"The prefect is so good to you, you still want to go on a date with Fleur!"

Under a series of offensives, Marshall explained in words unhurriedly: "This is the difference between ideal and reality, okay? Anyway, Fleur won't really date me, right? I'm just talking, anyway, it's not true, of course I like my girlfriend the most, if she asks, my answer is undoubtedly that she is the most beautiful, but if you say it in conscience, of course Fleur is beautiful!"

A group of people cast a look of contempt - this bastard doesn't forget to stuff a wave of dog food when he explains!

It's a pity that dog food or something can't be conveyed anymore.

There's a well-known joke at Hogwarts about a couple of lovers, one of whom is already at the Ministry of Magic and the other is in seventh year, and they can only meet at Hogsmeade on weekends due to the fact that outsiders are not allowed to enter Hogwarts during the normal season.

Interns, hard work is indispensable, and sometimes overtime on weekends is inevitable, so when it comes to appointments, there is a phenomenon of being late from time to time.

One day, at Lady Padiv's teahouse, the witch finally broke out - in front of a bunch of dating couples, the girl said in a very high voice, "Believe it or not, I didn't have breakfast on Monday and went to the Ministry of Magic to scold your director!"

"What's the matter, my dear, what did our director do to offend you?"

"You really don't love me anymore, and you don't care why I don't eat breakfast!"

。。。

That's probably what it means - why do you say that, because just as Marshall brushed out a wave of dog food, the rest of the prefects also came in, and then, Marshall's classmate's girlfriend's face suddenly became super ugly.

A single dog has no experience, obviously does not know the seriousness of the matter, and some people even pointed to Marshall's line and said that they were showing affection.

Obviously, Marshall, who had a little more knowledge, didn't feel this way, and he began to scramble to wipe down the font - but unfortunately, everyone hasn't studied this in the past few days, on the contrary, in order to make the conversation more convenient, the trick of leaving the words longer is constantly being explored.

So, even though Marshall was in a hurry to wipe it off, his girlfriend still saw that sentence thoroughly.

In the end, Marshall fainted in front of everyone with a smile on his face, and his anxious expression did not dissipate even after he fell unconscious.

"Don't pretend. "An arm reached on top of Marshall's arm, and then Alan and the others saw Marshall's arm deformed one by one...

What is admirable is that Marshall's face has not changed as much as just now, as if he really fainted and has not changed at all.

The people on the side also hurriedly helped to cover up, and lines of subtitles appeared: "Marshall should have really fainted." Madam Pomfrey had said that this time it was a good loss, otherwise it would have been impossible to say what kind of blow to the head. ”

"Well, for sure, we'd better call Madam Pomfrey first. ”

The persuasion of the gang may have really worked, and Madam Pomfrey was soon found. However, she also said that it may have been the cause of the shock, because they had been hit in the head when they came in, so it was very likely that they passed out.

This frightened people, and Marshall's side was motionless, which made his girlfriend start to get anxious. She didn't study medicine or anything, and she didn't know anything about one aspect.

After trying cold water and waiting for a few more methods to no avail, the anxiety became more and more serious - if it weren't for the hole cards that Alan held in his hand that as long as he didn't die, he would definitely be able to save them, maybe he would be anxious at the moment.

Just as everyone was in a hurry, Selma stood up and made a suggestion in an uncertain tone: "Otherwise, let's try it according to our local method in the east?"

"What kind of dirt?"

"Pinch someone!" Thelma said in an uncertain tone.

"Among people?"

Thelma nodded, and then turned her inquiring gaze to Eren - Allen is widely involved in this matter, and it is recognized that Alan is asking Alan at this moment, although he doesn't believe Selma's feelings, but there is still some necessity.

Alan also nodded, after all, he had heard this method many times.

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Outside the hospital, a group of Hufflepuffs who were not injured in the previous incident, led by Allen, everyone had fear in their eyes, and from time to time there was a gasp in their mouths, which then resonated with a bunch of people.

Everyone selectively forgot what had just happened in the hospital and returned to the lounge peacefully.

After a long day of duty, they finally stopped the cold sweat in their heads and the cold air that was gasped from time to time, and they were finally able to discuss normally.

"Alan, do you really have eyebrows for that golden egg?"

"Almost. ”

"It's okay, now we can't use the stimulating means, you have to explore carefully - compared to those who don't have golden eggs, this time our advantage is too great!"

It wasn't until they finished talking to Alan that Eren realized how different the current golden egg was from the original golden egg, compared to the original golden egg in each person's hand, now only three people have the golden egg - if this is sold, I don't know how much the golden egg is worth!

Tsk, France and Brazil don't have it, he still has a surplus in his hand, who should he sell it to?

The French side of the school of witchcraft and wizardry has more money, but the Brazilian side has a pretty good relationship with Hogwarts, and if you sell it to them, it makes sense when you explain it - who to sell it to, that's a question!

This question, which was worth hundreds of Galleons, bothered Alan for a long time, and he finally gave up - Windsor finally made a golden egg, and Alan dragged her back a little too much.

With a look of regret, Alan finally decided to put away the golden eggs himself, and then he could guide Windsor in the back.

As for whether it's fair or something - he's all participating, can this thousand Galleons still fall into someone else's pocket?

The thought suddenly came to mind, and after silently offering a wave of blessings to Marshall again, Alan walked towards the hall of Hogwarts with a relaxed face.

It was already approaching dinner time in the evening, and the whole auditorium was noisy, just waiting for the house-elves to get out today's meal.

There was a whole small space on the Hufflepuff table, which made it much easier for Alan to find a place, but to Allen's surprise, the noise in the hall today seemed to be a bit excessive.

Is it because it's almost Christmas?

Also, the last competition was very close to Christmas, and even if a bunch of new students came today, the school still couldn't stop this group of guys who were like arrows - after all, the annual vacation of Christmas is second only to the summer vacation.

It's just that why is the atmosphere so strange today? Is it really because of the guests?