Leaving aside whether Mr. Snape, the Hogwarts backstabber, knew that another big black cauldron was on his back, Alan said that for now, let's play a game of Gwent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Well, it's not Alan who is in a hurry, it's Harry. After all, it wasn't Alan who almost fell off the broomstick, it was him—an experience that was countless times crazier than getting in the car, and no one would want to try it again.

Even the most intimate teenager would feel a deep fear in a situation where he had no control over his life or death, especially for such an eleven-year-old boy - so Harry's eyes were full of antiquity at the moment.

For him, the sky wasn't something to be feared as long as he had a broom—so he desperately needed something that could resist the curse.

Therefore, the savior looked at Alan with expectant eyes: "That, Alan, do you have it, that's it... That one... ”

Although the standard answer is not to roll, it is clear that Alan can't answer that.

Create happiness with heart, no money。。。。。。

Ahem, since they're payers, Alan can't respond so rudely - after all, he really does, and that's what he eats.

But apparently he couldn't teach the systematic inheritance that he didn't understand himself, but fortunately, he still had a pauper's version of the thing to teach - that is, the Iron Armor Spell.

But this spell has not been mastered by the two until now - as mentioned earlier, it is too difficult.

Although the spell has not yet been learned, Allen-san has already embarked on a journey to Africa - dear Harry, study hard and wish you a Merry Christmas.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

When Ellen and the others arrived in Africa for the first moment, a heat wave hit directly.

The first time he saw Mr. Auror, who had a sad face, was surprised that this thing had survived with such a big flag.

The reason why this American Auror is in Africa is very simple, Alan fished it with the inheritance in the laboratory.

Well, a inheritance that he didn't think much of was sold for so much money, and Alan was very pleased.

"Oh, Mr. Auror, why are you so sad--everyone should smile when they meet old friends!" Alan put on his kindest smile, gave Mr. Auror a big hug, and whispered in his ear.

Why did he call this Auror that—for the simple reason that he had forgotten people's names.

I don't know if this Mr. Auror will be angry and leave after knowing - after all, he came to fight for life and death, and he forgot his name!!

In fact, this is not Allen's pot, after all, everyone is so busy, why play those false things, can he think of this Auror when he is in this pit, isn't it the best embodiment of friendship?

You must know that there are many kinds of friends, but Mr. Auror is permanently at the top of his column where he doesn't have to worry about any psychological burden!

"Okay, little ghost, count you ruthless, now that I'm here, you can give me something!" Mr. Auror, who was abducted from afar, was also annoyed by Alan, who was about to take a vacation at the end of his mission, but the owl hired by Allen directly told him that the Ministry of Magic had generously sent him some interesting information during the last joint operation - the kind that the Ministry of Magic had not examined.

When he heard the news, he secretly scolded the person in charge for being a stupid pig and hurried over - as an Auror, he didn't want to lose this information.

"Okay, little ghost, I don't ask you for the original, give me a copy of the copy, don't lack anything, if you dare to blackmail me with the information for the second time, I will fight the international dispute and bring you back!!"

However, Alan shook his head very calmly: "No, this is not good, how can there be no one who does not work and get paid first - there will be absolutely no delay in giving you the information at one time." ”

What are you kidding, he is here to show his acting skills - dreaming, now it is Alan who wants to blackmail him, this old boy ran over in advance in a hurry, and he is still a little younger.

"No, let me tell you, I'm sincere this time—" Mr. Auror gestured, and two wizards came out of the area, but they weren't here to fight—they were here to help.

"See, this time I specially brought two good men from the ministry, this time to help you complete your dangerous campaign to hunt magical creatures - my sincerity is there, what about yours?"

The two helpers were stunned when they saw Alan - he didn't expect Mr. Auror to bring his own descendants this time, and it seemed that he had greatly underestimated the importance of a legacy in the wizarding world.

Even in the United States, where an Auror of this magnitude is able to work hard for this kind of inheritance, even dangerous actions become a reward because of the existence of this information - Alan doesn't think that Mr. Auror will hand it in without making a copy.

But if you don't see through it, Alan doesn't mean to stop it - cannon fodder, the more the better.

But there are so many people here, but he can't say anything.

"Okay, true brother - morality, may our friendship last forever, to be honest, old man, I didn't expect you to be so attentive this time!!" Alan took out a bag from his clothes and handed it over after working on it for a long time.

"You're so interesting, I can't chill my friend's heart, for the sake of you coming from afar, I'll give you half of this mysterious secret book first!" Alan patted his chest and said.

Then, the hands of the two shook fiercely together - this kind of friendship that has been forgotten for the years, this kind of friendship that has been beaten, how can it be compared with ordinary people's general friendships!

"Alright, good friend, we've just gone on a long trip, and while it's a compliment to friendship, I think I'll have to clean up the tiredness of the trip first—" Alan said as he gestured to Anne, who was already tired—the great difference in climate and the fatigue of the trip had drained the little girl's energy.

"Of course, my friend, you get busy first, and when it's time to make the move, contact this address. Mister Auror pulled out a note and handed it over, he was a little eager to see the information from the Slytherin heirs—the ones they had obtained from the last ministry were now being kept top secret.

Soon after Allen and the others left, a roaring cry came from the dark corner: "FK, little bastard, I'm not done with you!!"