Confused is naturally confused - don't talk about Allen, I'm afraid the card master will have to be yin in person...

Who guesses the coin is guessing the production time!

However, surrender is absolutely not surrendered, Alan Shiran took out the most expensive set of magic props in his pocket - pure gold tarot cards, and then in Marshall's playful eyes, his fingers dotted on the pile of cards, accompanied by a faint white light, the whole pile of cards began to fly quickly but orderly in the air, causing a low cry from Marshall's classmates.

"Alan, you've never shown this before!"

Marshall's voice was full of grief and indignation - originally he thought that although he was a little ashamed, but his girlfriend could help bring back a city, guess what year the money was made This file is obviously not the answer to Meng Nengmeng's right, and when the time comes, everyone will be embarrassed together, and it will feel that it will not be so shameful all of a sudden.

Marshall clearly remembers that when everyone had to go to a divination class and had to rack their brains to make up their unfortunate divination experiences, Alan could do what he wanted to do leisurely.

Just when Marshall felt that something must be wrong in this world, among the flying cards, the three cards slowly turned over and fell into Allen's hands, Allen took a look, his hand was lightly wiped, and the floating cards fell into his hands one by one, forming a neat stack.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, that Galleon isn't the real Galleon, it's a fake made by the leprechauns - you're going too far for cheating!"

Alan complained angrily, and let people not live, why are witches so terrifying these days!!

"Oh, shut up, people who cheat in divination are not qualified to speak to others. A big roll of the eyes was given to Allen, "Okay, let's go back and prepare that weird F, I'll convince them." ”

With a bit of annoyance, she walked straight towards the auditorium, and it seemed that she should fulfill her promise to integrate the prefects to decorate their clothes.

Marshall's eyes were half desperate and half curious: "Okay, I admit it, but I still have one final question on my side - Alan, you have hardly been to a divination class, why can you do divination!!"

"Nonsense, I passed the graduation exam with a perfect score in the divination class, isn't it normal for divination to come out?" said Allen's face was not blushing.

"Your conscience doesn't hurt when you say that, Alan—you haven't been to class a few times!"

"Of course, I don't have to go to class if I'm talented. ”

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In the auditorium, the short and scary Christmas holiday is now coming to an end.

At this moment, the guests of the other schools were already sitting in their respective positions that had been lined up for a long time, and the remaining group of Hogwarts students were still entering in turn under the prefect's arrangement, and as for Allen, it was the trouble-prone Peeves who watched it first - no way, Professor McGonagall's current attention to it was almost comparable to Mr. Filch's attitude towards it, after all, Peeves was too unsafe when Mr. Filch was hospitalized.

Although it was theoretically better for Alan to have a spell and let him stay there without doing anything, he chose to convince Peeves after taking a group of second-minded prefects on a pick-up mission, which of course had a lot to do with Marshall's grudgeful eyes.

In the empty classroom, Alan closed the book in his hand and said to Peeves over there with a serious face: " Okay, sir, it's almost time for the new students to enter, the professor asked me to watch your task is completed, and then you can move freely, and it's okay to do some pranks on the new students after the end of the night, but don't make trouble during this time, the professor told me, try not to attack the ghosts and elves in the castle, that's against the school rules, so everyone is here to communicate peacefully, and then don't make trouble at the banquet. ”

Peeves had a blank face, completely devoid of the strange appearance of the elves of the past.

"I don't have a magic attack limit, huh?" Alan scratched his head and thought about it again, making sure he hadn't used any attacks on it, but after finding it, he read it with him after he declared his intention in the classroom, and Peeves was quite cooperative at the time.

"What kind of curse did you fall into?" Alan asked in a low voice, and to Ellen's surprise, Peeves shook his head and responded.

"Well, whatever you want, don't trick-or-treat in the auditorium until dinner is over. Alan shrugged his shoulders and closed the door to leave the empty classroom after making sure there was no control magic, and as Eren left, Peeves, who had been stupid over there, lay down in a panic, and then floated up on the ceiling of the lower classroom.

"Peeves isn't afraid!Peeves just doesn't like that little devil, Peeves is definitely not afraid!" It hid on the ceiling and whispered to cheer itself on, then glanced at the door again to make sure no one had come in like it had just done again, and then relaxed— The experience of that whole summer vacation was so terrifying that when it saw the little devil, it couldn't help but remember the scene of just staying where it was and looking at the almost unchanged scene around it, and even the house-elves were so frightened to learn that Peeves was standing there like statues, causing the whole room to freeze, which was more uncomfortable for the lively Peeves than it was for him to kill him - of course, it was all Peeves asking for himself.

To put it simply, if Alan had just asked Professor McGonagall if he had been touched by his protective measures, he would have been amazed by Peeves's answer...

Alan estimated that the time was about the same, and by the time he walked on the road, Marshall, who had a look of wanting to hit someone, was ready to come over and call him.

"The professor asked me to let you know - but be careful, the professor is in a bad mood right now. Marshall paused before saying the next words, which directly scared Alan - what's the situation, the new semester hasn't started yet, who the hell is doing here?

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In an empty classroom, Alan looked innocently at the strange-looking Professor McGonagall, who had just been called out to him by the professor as he had just passed.

"Merlin is on top - Alan, you're bigger than Peeves' jokes!"

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Before Alan could react, Professor McGonagall quickly made the biggest mistake he had made: "Do you know how much of an impact it will have on the Ministry of Magic when the prefects of Hogwarts wear that emblem - Scrimthour's face is distorted!"

"If they hadn't told me it was just a prank to lose playing cards, I'd have believed it was the school's prefect demonstrating to the Ministry of Magic - but you were a great help when Albus had just quarreled with the Ministry. “

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"It doesn't matter, this time we have enough funds, and they won't be able to hold our funds in a short period of time. "I don't want them to be weird enough to get a senior censor to review professors in the school this semester." “