Seeing that it was approaching the end of the night, Alan, who had been exhausted by the sudden appearance of bad things and forced memories, decided to go back and get a good night's rest - even if he was in a hurry, the damn thief couldn't suddenly run over and be caught by him, and besides, he had something to do tomorrow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dragging his tired body, Alan reluctantly added stealth to himself - there were enough worries, he didn't want to add any unnecessary trouble to himself.

Passing through the stairs that never changed too far, Alan soon came to the corner of a passageway—"Ouch!"—and Alan let out a soft cry that he had tripped over something.

"Meow~!" a cry rang out at the same time as Alan's cry - it was Mrs. Loris, Mr. Filch's cat.

Thanks to the small dried fish that Alan had served—thanks to the generous support of the kitchen next door—Mrs. Loris did not choose to call out to Mr. Filch, but instead stared at Alan dissatisfied.

"Good - I don't have any dried fish right now, wait until next time. Alan leaned down and touched Lady Loris's head, and then the cat, which was almost a Hogwarts mixer, whispered in displeasure, threw Alan a look of displeasure and walked away with a catwalk—yes, an authentic catwalk.

Alan chuckled softly at the distant figure of Lady Loris, feeling that his pressure had become much less, and that sense of urgency had disappeared from him a lot—wait, something seemed to be wrong!

Only then did Alan notice that he had just come out of that stealth state because he had bumped into Lady Loris—of course, it didn't matter, there was no one nearby anyway—and the important thing was that he had placed himself under the starry sky cast by the window by crouching down and stroking Lady Loris!

While the Legacy from the Widowmaker allowed him to ignore the most basic light sources and lurk - but, out of the caution of the most elite killers, the Legacy would never have given him the habit of stepping into the starlight - so he had been habitually walking in the shadows on the previous path.

Because he was so exhausted today, Alan didn't notice the approach of Lady Loris, who was walking almost silently, and it was because of Lady Loris, that he crouched into the starlight—so under the starlight, the inheritance from Soraka, the son of the stars, automatically worked.

With a chill pouring into his mind, Alan felt that the killing intent that had filled his heart gradually subsided—and then fear.

He'd been setting a bottom line for himself to keep himself from becoming that vicious murderer, but why was the first thing he thought of today was to kill the thief?

A single Oblivion Charm will solve this problem!

There was no doubt that this was the cauldron of the pharaoh's curse - and since it could control Alan's frustration, so anger could not be a problem.

After silently raising the priority of Soraka's power in his heart, Eren desperately wanted to get the pharaoh out and point at his nose and scold him - it was not Alan who killed him, and it was not Alan who dug his grave, and in his heart, he even avenged this pharaoh - those vampires were definitely the descendants of the vampires who dug his grave - why did this thing haunt him!

Naturally, there was nothing to theorize with the dead, and Alan grumbled angrily and got up and walked in the direction he came from - he had too many details to pay attention to because he was controlled by that angry emotion just now!

After relenting, Alan gritted his teeth and took out more than half of the gold coins that had just reached three digits after buying the Tears of the Goddess from the system, and bought a small and inconspicuous thing - the True Sight Guard.

He carefully tucked it into a pile of clutter - the reason why he didn't use the free trinkets given by the system was simply because they lasted too short, two hours was far from enough time for Alan to keep an eye on the place he couldn't come to often.

After completing this process, Alan took a few steps towards the location of the two rows of footprints - he had forgotten to take a closer look at the most important thing under the effect of that curse!

It's a big footprint, but it's nowhere near as big as an adult wizard - which means Eren can get rid of a whole bunch of suspects.

Aside from a few special students, the owner of the feet is supposed to be older than Alan, but not an adult wizard - even an adult witch's footprint is slightly larger than this one.

Although Alan was not very proficient in the traces of footprints, the footprints in front of him reassured him of one thing - at least, not Dumbledore or other professors.

Unfortunately, wizards don't have men's or women's shoes, so his goals aren't clear yet, but at least the most intractable characters have been ruled out - especially Quirrell, and Alan can't imagine what will happen to this crazy admirer as Barty Crouch Jr. when he gets his hands on the Horcruxes.

Hurriedly sweeping away the scars left by his entry, Alan left the Room of Requirement - he didn't want the thief to find out that someone had come in the first place, and when he saw the inscriptions - sorry, Alan had seen his face clearly - and, perhaps, he was already blocked in the doorway.

After doing all this, Alan sighed a little - all he could think of was these remedies, hoping that the guy would be greedy and slip over again in the shortest possible time - otherwise, he would have to spend his time searching for the wizards of Hogwarts one by one - it was no small project, and he could only rely on the theory that those who had been in close contact with Horcruxes for a long time would suffer from the Horcruxes.

Allen, who had done everything, was dumbfounded when he got out of the room of requirement—before his eyes, a thin bright white parabola slowly appeared from the inky blue night, splashing out of the smoke like freshly baked molten iron, and then the light splattered out of the sky at this moment—in other words, to put it literally—it was dawn!

In other words, Alan, exhausted after a long night's work, will soon be sitting at the breakfast table - because a new day has begun!

But the even more unfortunate news was that not only was there no history of magic today, but that the first class was a Hufflepuff Master's Herbology class, and the second class was Professor Snape's Potions class!

Eh, Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital, please ask something, can you be hospitalized for the failure of cultivating immortals?