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When Alan hurried into the library and looked through everything he could get his hands on about the curse, he was helpless to discover something - although there were similar descriptions of his situation in various curse books, they were all piles of nonsense - they only talked about the manifestations of the curse and the miserable condition of the dead (which succeeded in disgusting Allen) - and made no mention of how to deal with this similar curse.

This is exactly the same as the reference answer at the back of the book, which is purely a situation where you can't be in a cheat.

As for the other books in the forbidden area, hehe, under Mrs. Pince's sharp eyes, Alan chose to make a wave.

Thankfully, although it is inconvenient to tell the school doctor about this matter, Alan still has two ways to remedy it, and unfortunately, both of these methods need to consume such a glittering cutie.

As we said, being poor is a terrible thing, and both of these choices put Alan one step closer on the road to poverty.

Option 1: Buy the inheritance of the Eternal Nightmare Morteng, this creature born from nightmares will never be stumped by a curse similar to controlling emotions, and even Alan suspects that after obtaining its inheritance, he will soon ignore or even absorb this curse from the pharaoh - he is very sure that the reason why he was able to wake up so quickly from the depressing curse that erupted was definitely supported by the power of the scarecrow in addition to the weakening of the curse by the system.

Unfortunately, this mighty hero has the price corresponding to its positioning—480 glittering gold galleons, which is enough for a fraction of all of Allen's possessions.

Option 2: A demigod who lost his chance to become a god because of anger, an avenger who can imprison the most genius chemist in the wolf's body, and a hero who has almost stood at the pinnacle of Valoran, the son of the stars, Soraka.

The reason why Eren didn't choose the demigod's power before was because the demigod's power was in a sense too benevolent, and in the wizarding world with the instant death curse, the healing was far less than a shield that could block the spell - at least that's what he thought at the time.

Later, after discovering that the more expensive the system, the more receptive the hero, he began to pursue those expensive heroes, because although he always said that it was too late, but time was running out - he couldn't fight a decisive battle over there, he stood aside and gave Dumbledore a buff, right?

What are you kidding! He doesn't have the habit of watching others save the world -- what if someone else isn't reliable?

This hero's ability was chosen solely because her ultimate ability is very effective at removing all negative status below the spell level - ahem, but this spell is as demigod as herself.

Therefore, Alan didn't think that much of his ability before became invincible in an instant - in this wizarding world where the strongest wizard is only Merlin, this is completely a curse nemesis!

For cost and cost-effectiveness considerations, Alan finally chose the power of Soraka.

As he guessed, the legacy of this hero, who was commonly known as the wet nurse in the Valoran continent, was indeed the nemesis of all curses.

However, there is a small and trivial flaw in this power - as we know, the title of Soraka is the son of the stars.

So, it was inevitable that her power needed the help of the stars to continue her practice.

The good news is that Hogwarts, which has never been polluted, has a world-class starry sky, and a towering star tower that has been criticized by countless students—this is an extremely favorable condition for Alan's cultivation.

However, misfortune and misfortune lurk - as every Muggle knows, the stars can only be felt at night - and even if they are still present during the day, the power of Sorakar can still be used, but the practice must be done at night。。。。。。

Incidentally, this year's resting on Allen's shoulders is also a punitive hire from the school and a slate lying in a room of requirement.

Alan instantly felt that the entire wizarding world had instantly changed into a world of immortal cultivation in front of his eyes—his sleep this year was not to be assured.

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After the students and the house-elves worked all night to clean it, Hogwarts was finally restored to its former appearance, not the castle that had just been dug out of the desert after being attacked by the sand.

After breakfast, the Hufflepuff Level 2 students finally welcomed their long-awaited lesson, Defence Against the Dark Arts.

The students were very interested in the mysterious Oriental wizard, and they had countless discussions about what the professor could bring to them in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class—and the end result was that the professor would rather have a little bad taste like Professor Sigma than be as boring as the dry professor who only read textbooks the year before.

Although these discussions were pointless, the professors who should have come had to come, and even the Vice Chancellor, Professor McGonagall, could not change the matter.

Fortunately, from now on, the professor has a real skill.

Under the expectant gaze of the young wizards—Alan looked listlessly—the professor entered the classroom, took a wand from his wide wizard's robes, tapped the table in front of him, and quickly walked to the corner of the corner.

"All right, boys, get up and get your seats out - we don't need that!"

The order elicited unanimous cheers from the young wizards - whatever followed, it could not have been a dry lesson to read a textbook.

After the young wizards had all risen, the tables and chairs moved to the edge of the room with their small legs under the professor's wand.

After all this was done, the new professor habitually touched his waist - alas, he didn't touch anything.

"Well, by pact with Dumbledore, I can't drink alcohol during class - oh, it's a devilish contract. Allen, who was at the tip of his ear, heard a murmur in front of him, and then the professor exclaimed, "Now that we have enough occasions, then, let's welcome our new friends!"

As he spoke, the house-elf pushed into a large keg, which Alan seriously suspected had been drunk by the new professor.

As the lid of the bucket opened, all the young wizards let out a sigh of disappointment—it was the yellow sand they had seen only yesterday—if there was any difference—it was a vat.

Seeing the disappointed expressions of the students, the professor patted the edge of the barrel—and with his rhythmic beating, a slimy, barely visible standing creature of yellow sand crawled out of the barrel.