Attempts to exchange information failed, and Wormtail's death didn't make a splash at Hogwarts.

The only thing that can be confirmed for Alan at the moment is that it seems that Wormtail's death has been completely concealed - if the Ministry of Magic had been informed of his death, there would have been no doubt that there would be news in today's Daily Prophet that Minister Fudge was leading the Aurors to kill the fugitives.

But that's all there is to it, and Alan has no plans to care about the follow-up events - after all, in the absence of any intelligence, it is almost impossible to disguise himself as a wormtail and connect with another guy who is hiding.

You know, in the school, where there is no shortage of people, it's too hard to find a pretender, even if you know that he has a connection with Wormtail?

The location of the joint is not necessarily the Forbidden Forest, and the other party only needs to make a code word in one place that no one can understand, and the next joint location can be easily planned - just looking at what happened in history, Voldemort stayed for a school year, and Barty Jr. stayed for a school year, and knew how many holes there were in Hogwarts' defense system.

Except for focusing on defense, even Allen has no way.

However, at this moment, Alan was completely worried about this - with Harry's current combat strength, it would be too difficult for ordinary wizards to want to yin him.

The main thing is that the time is too short, if Alan can bring Harry to graduate from the fifth year, when Voldemort brings Harry over again, he will find that if he doesn't do it, none of the bewitched henchmen have beaten Harry...

Therefore, Allen, who has made a little achievement on the way to the pit people, is fully qualified to think about other things at the moment.

For example, the most important question at the moment - the Christmas ball, who to find as a dance partner.

Things on Windsor's side are not something that can be solved in a while, and it takes an opportunity to talk about something, and this opportunity is obviously unlikely to be found on the eve of the imminent prom, so it has become impossible for Alan to find Hermione as a dance partner - according to Hermione's brain, it is too difficult for her to regret what she promised.

So, Alan is in a rather tangled situation at the moment - he needs a dance partner who everyone dances and never affects each other's lives, that is, the kind that only communicates with the body and never interferes with life...

It's not an easy thing to do – especially since he's leading people in as one of the lead dancers.

Tangled!

Alan walked as he flipped through the records in his hand - the book in his hand was a biographical account of the lives of wizards who had been captured in Azkaban, a long and thick volume, just to find the location of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Looking through the records, Alan finally realized how difficult it was to defeat Voldemort - it would take a long time to find out the location of his uncle's house.

Well, the Riddle family, just such a clue, as for the name of the place or something, after so many years, who can remember it, if Alan didn't know that Voldemort's grandfather and uncle had squatted in Azkaban, I don't know where to find it at this moment!

Unfortunately, it wasn't an easy job - the Ministry of Magic was in power in those years, and there were a huge number of people arrested, and, due to the long period of time, the book was not compiled according to the year the guys were in prison, which made Eren feel like his head was going to explode.

Inserting the bookmark and putting the book down, Alan began to turn his neck, which felt stiff from reading for a long time.

Just as he turned his head to the side, an unexpected face appeared in front of him, leaving Alan stunned for a moment.

Is it a warrior from the French side, whose name seems to be Violet?

"What's the matter?"

Alan turned his head back, stood up, and asked in a slightly lazy voice.

"That, that, I'm sorry, Mr. Allen, that's the one-" To Allen's surprise, the one on the other side didn't say anything for a long time.

Then he suddenly realized what the other party was trying to express.

If he guessed correctly, it should be the golden egg.

The golden eggs that were previously used as a reward are going to be retrieved at the moment, no wonder the girl is shy like this - but Alan is not disgusted, this is a normal wizard, and it is a matter of course to be shy if you want to give something to someone else!

It stands to reason that it doesn't hurt to give it to her - Alan has already taken the time to check, and the third game is very uninteresting to save people from the water, so the remaining golden eggs are of no use to Allen, and Alan has already made no secret of telling Harry that he is going to train his diving abilities during the Christmas break.

As for Windsor's side, Alan is also ready to secretly leak the question, and it doesn't have much impact to sell the golden eggs here.

Well, of course it's sold—there's no Gareon talking about golden eggs!

Do you have any emotional foundation, willing to sell you the golden egg is already very good for you (Galleon) face, get it for free, what an international joke!

Why should you give away the golden eggs that you snatched with your ability?

Seeing that the girl was squirming and refusing to speak, Alan also pinched a sweat for her - how can she come out and have such a thin skin!

In order to prevent Garon from slipping away from his eyes, Alan quickly helped her tell the story.

"It's for the Golden Egg, right? It's hard for you, and you're still so concerned about the game at this time. ”

Alan's statement apparently gave her a step down, and she nodded happily under Alan's gaze.

"Originally, the golden egg should not have been given to you, but now there are no mandatory regulations on the Ministry of Magic, so let's do it, three hundred Galleons, you can take the golden egg. ”

Alan said as he pulled out a golden egg from his pocket - looking at the dress opposite, it was obvious that he was not a man of money, three hundred Galleons was reasonable, and it could not be less.

His offer was obviously a surprise to the other side, and she pulled out a large bag of gold and placed it on the table, and Alan Cha put it away without even checking it—he was not at all worried about the existence of counterfeit money or anything.

Taking the golden egg, Violet's face turned red; "Thank you very much, thank you very much." ”

Putting away the golden eggs, she didn't know what to say for a long time, and finally whispered to Allen: "Allen, I don't know if anyone has told you that your character is very good." ”

It's just a matter of selling a golden egg, paying for it with one hand and delivering it with the other – needless to say.

Alan responded with a smile while thinking about it: "No, no, it's right to help each other, but there are really not many people who say that I have a good personality." ”

"I think Allen's classmates have a good personality, and I like it very much. Still a whispered response.

Tsk, in the end, it is still a French wizard who is polite, Alan scratched his head embarrassedly while thinking: "Personal question, I also think I have a good personality, but it is a little easy to be laughed at when I say this." ”

。。。

There was a silence for a while, and then Alan listened to the other party's response a little bigger: "Can you send me out for a walk? I am not familiar with Hogwarts, can Allen lead the way?"

Lead the way?

However, the library is a bit chaotic - Hogwarts roads are notoriously hard to find, and sometimes old students get stuck on the stairs and have to wait for it to drift over when they are in a good mood, but it is much less difficult for someone like Alan who is familiar with secret passages.

Just as Alan was thinking about it, he suddenly saw an acquaintance.

"Thelma, come here!" Alan whispered in a tone that didn't alarm Mrs. Pince.

"Well, introduce, this is our Hufflepuff, let her take you away - after all, there is a prom party or something these days, and it is easy for me to misunderstand if I take you, and you will have to blame me if you can't find a dance partner. ”

When Thelma was leaving, she gave Alan a disdainful look, but Alan slapped her and ignored it - isn't it just complaining about the strong man who pulled you? As a prefect, you should help your classmates from other schools!

Shaking his head, Alan felt much better and began to flip through the records on the table.

——

Allen's inquiries didn't yield much - there were a lot of criminals in those years, so there was too much information to count, and Alan even suspected that something about Voldemort had been taken away by Dumbledore.

On the other hand, Allen's dance partner has not made any progress at all.

He racked his brains and couldn't think of who would be better to take with him—especially after considering a good candidate, and having to consider whether other girls would follow him to the ball, which made the problem even more troublesome.

Do you still have a girl from a foreign school?

It's a good choice, after all, people go back after the game, and there is no more contact.

The problem in class is that there is no friendship - for no reason, a stranger comes to ask you to dance, who would agree to a normal student!

For a while, who to take to the ball became a problem for the boss, and seeing that the girls were asked out one by one, Allen was at a loss.

People from other schools are familiar with Violet, but Alan can't do it just after finishing business and then pit others, so in the end, inviting students from other schools was denied by Allen.

Younger students?

I'm going to be killed by the dean...

Disconsolate...

——

No matter how anxious you are, time doesn't stay where you are.

As the days passed, it seemed that the ball was about to be held that night.

However, at this moment, Alan still hasn't decided on a person to dance with him.

Around noon, the person who had completely abandoned the materials and started to wander around the school successfully received an invitation from his own dean.

With some anxiety, Alan knocked on the door of the dean's office.

"Professor, is there anything you want me to do?"

Professor Sprout pushed the large box on the table, "It's the prom in the evening, here's a new robe, you take it and try it on, put it on in the evening, and perform well at the prom - I heard in the crash course in dance the other day that you did pretty well?"

It's easy to get rid of shame and shame when you dance - but now my problem isn't that, it's the prom, professor!

It's a pity that this statement can't be said.

The professor would kill him—with half a day left, Alan had to save himself from the predicament of not having a dance partner.

If you really can't do it, it's great that the magic gadgets you got when you bought the inheritance last time are out, and it's a good choice to barely survive this difficulty!

The Professor smiled and didn't speak after handing the gown to Allen, completely unaware that because he had forgotten to announce it, there was a high chance that one of the Hogwarts Warriors would show up before the match began.

Allen took the dress with a sad expression, and when he turned around, he was playing with his loot in one hand and the other, and decided to give himself another three hours - if he didn't succeed, then he would have to break the boat.

However, just as he was holding on to this, he suddenly saw Harry as he went out with the box.

"Alan, what did you bring?"

"New dress, for the party. Alan's face was normal - he decided he wouldn't tell Harry about his intentions.

"What color, Sirius picked me out so fancy—" Harry tilted his head curiously, waiting for Alan to uncover the box.

Just as Harry came over, Allen's heart was directly relieved - he was definitely stunned before, so he would make the plan just now!

Thinking about it like this, he couldn't help but feel that the things in his other hand were starting to get a little hot, and he had held such a dangerous thing in his hand for so long!

"Then, Harry. Alan handed it to Harry without saying anything.

"What's it, Alan?"

"It's life-saving, and it doesn't have any effect on me, you can take it with you, and when you encounter any danger, just crush it hard - note, it's disposable, and it's gone after use, so keep it close and carefully." Alan instructed with a serious face.

Harry said yes as he put his things away - he didn't know what it was, but Allen's side wouldn't hurt him.

Watching Harry put the dangerous thing away, Alan reassured, and then walked towards the common room with the box in hand.

He decided.

If you can't find a dance partner in the evening, then no one wants to participate in today's dance!

It's just a dance party, it's great to release Peeves, according to Peeves' mischievous ability, Alan doesn't believe it, this dance party can go on!

Thinking of this, Alan's hanging heart let go of a little - it's amazing to continue cleaning!

He hadn't received a cleaning mission from Mr. Filch today, and he was familiar with the road anyway, so he was in the past, so what were he afraid of—besides, whether the principals could catch him or not was another matter!

Of course, this is only a backup and cannot be used.

Alan silently comforted himself.

There's still half a day, and he can't find a dance partner!

How is it possible, after silently cheering himself up in his heart and telling himself to work hard, Alan embarked on a journey...