Chapter Sixty-Eight: Dumbledore: I'm optimistic about you, young man

In the entire wizarding world, I'm afraid there are few people's houses that can compare to Hagrid's house. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's just a dilapidated cabin, but it doesn't detract from its prohibitive construction price.

The so-called low-key luxury has connotations, which refers to Hagrid's cabin.

Even Malfoy's father was almost fooled by the fact that he hadn't even discerned it - until one day, the appearance of a boy named Slughorn revealed the beauty of the cottage.

Maxima often exists but Bole does not, so before the professor appeared, this piece of harmony was firmly wrapped in stone, leaving many treasures in dust, and almost not being revealed.

However, Alan has no intention of becoming an appraiser at the moment - after all, Hagrid is not at home, unlike those spiders who do evil, he is not the protagonist of an RPG, and it is not right to go to someone's house to rummage through things.

However, just as Alan was leaning against the hut and considering whether to make a fire to roast, a figure suddenly appeared in a vegetable patch not far from him.

But Allen's reaction was not slow, and just as this figure was revealed, several spells went straight to the guy who suddenly appeared.

Unfortunately, Allen's attack did not have the desired effect, and with the wand that figure waved, a dark golden shield lit up on his body, and the spells that Allen attacked him were easily blocked by this shield.

This surprised Alan - even though he wasn't good at ordinary wizard spells, it was only relative to his exploration of the system's inheritance, and in fact, in terms of ordinary magic, even putting him in sixth year was not too much of a problem.

However, once it was unsuccessful, a second wave came - a green tide of vines suddenly set off on the ground, and the huge vines woven into a huge net in the air were firmly buckled towards the figure who had just come over under the command of Allen.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore was not so easy to grasp, and just before the vines covered it, Tengwang, which was closest to the figure's range, began to turn yellow and wither the same moment it encountered the pale yellow shield, and then turned to ashes.

Just a moment when the giant net shrouded it, clusters of gorgeous flowers suddenly bloomed at the nodes of the vine, and then one by one, the green fruits, which were not good at first glance, exploded on the vine.

The needles flying in the sky have a tingling green color - at first glance, they look highly poisonous.

Unfortunately, these things didn't have the slightest effect on the mysterious figure with the shield on his head, and just as the flying spikes were about to attack him, in Allen's perception, a heat wave erupted around the person, and the things were carbonized by the heat wave before they could get close to the mysterious figure.

Allen, who released this spell, fell into a brief state of low power - no way, these spells are all big blue consumers, otherwise where would they get such high lethality.

But it doesn't matter, the area at the moment is still Hogwarts, and Warlock has already arrived, and it is a good virtue to fight in a group if one can't beat it.

Unfortunately, just as Eren released more plants that were just meant to delay time, a familiar voice came.

"Alan-san, I understand your vigilance, but I don't think you need to be so nervous, because this is my school - I can take on every student... Oh?"

A word of surprise interrupted Dumbledore's speech.

A shield-specific fire magic developed by Alan and Anne went straight through his shield, and although Dumbledore extinguished the fireball in time, the soot or something still made him smudge.

It's embarrassing。。。。。。

At least what Allen thought in his heart was: "I got the principal with a face of ashes, how to deal with this matter, urgent, online, etc。。。。。。 ”

Luckily, Dumbledore wasn't one to care too much about this - he joked and pointed his wand at his face, and the mark left by the fireball was immediately erased by magic.

"Well, Mr. Ellen, you're the first person after my old friend to hurt me-" Dumbledore told Alan in a playful tone about the battle just now, he tried to make the slightly nervous Alan feel more relaxed at the moment - but Alan's face suddenly changed slightly when he saw Dumbledore say the first word.

Could it be that you are reminded of the sad things of the past?

I don't know, but Alan doesn't have the slightest idea of trying to explore - how many people are hanging on to the phrase you know too much, and he doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of those predecessors.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was a reasonable man - at least he didn't learn from the people in the story, he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and told the Xiaoqiang brothers about the cruelty of the boss, the hardships of life or something, and after a cigarette, he easily stepped on the Xiaoqiang brothers who had just confided in him to death - the reputation of heaven cannot be revealed.

Dumbledore had come to Hagrid's hut for no reason - he had come to Hagrid, and just now, Hagrid had sent him the news that the centaurs wanted to talk to him, and since the way of delivering information could not convey more information, Dumbledore planned to find out what the group of guys were up to before going to the Centaur tribe.

While Allen was talking, the sound of conversation could be heard in the distance—apparently, the landlord had returned.

The group was thrilled to see Alan standing there unharmed, and asked Alan what was going on with the centaurs - but Alan himself didn't know why the centaurs bowed their heads like the little brothers in the novel when they saw the main character.

What can he do? He is also desperate - everyone is not familiar with each other at all, everyone can make friends with money in the economy and society, and he wants to cheat money when he kowtows, what dreams he has - when he hasn't read those text messages, Allen used to win millions of jackpots a year, become the lucky audience of dozens of programs, and then find a large number of sons or daughters who were arrested by someone from the xx local security department。。。。。。

Everyone else is calling Mom and Dad, and you are just kowtowing - the business is not good, boy!

While the men were babbling about what had happened, Dumbledore didn't show any inclination, he just smiled and listened.

However, for some reason, Alan always had a strange feeling in his heart - the centaurs were going to bleed profusely.

But what did it matter to him - they didn't know each other, and while Dumbledore was focused on the centaurs, speed was the key to getting the spider's venom out.

When the story was finished, Dumbledore arranged for Hagrid to send the group back, and by the time Alan returned to the dormitory, it was already late at night.

He lay heavily on the bed and closed his eyes - tomorrow would be better.