If there was a regret pill in the world, Alan would not be stingy with his wallet, which was already on the verge of bottoming out - alas, no. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The perk of attending classes may have been there originally, but it disappeared after their Quidditch team defeated Ilvermorny's team.

The professors are the professors of Ilvermorny first, and then the others, although they don't leave the last face to embarrass Eren directly, but a good face will not be given - as for the students?

Sorry - they're just a bunch of guys who have just reached the age of Form 2, and it doesn't make sense to expect them to know what to do on the surface and what to do on the bottom, and their age is just the time when they are the most direct expression of their love and hatred - so Alan feels like he's on pins and needles at the moment.

If his gaze could kill, he would probably be Ling Chi at the moment.

The only thing that made him happy was that Anne was fascinated by the fairy tale book that coaxed the child, so she went to the library alone in the afternoon, so that she would not come and suffer this awkward encounter with him.

Although the professor was speaking very attentively at the moment, Alan felt that he could not listen to a single word in this environment, and if it were not for the most basic matter of politeness, he would have turned away from the classroom long ago.

It's a pity that it was such a moment of hesitation that brought him trouble.

School bullying was going on before the word happened – the vulnerable group of people who are bullied are often the children who seem to be the least social on the surface.

And at this moment, Alan simply met this standard, the huge classroom was full of Ilvermorny's fourth-year students except for him after the professor left, and it happened that Alan made such a presumptuous move in front of the audience yesterday.

His behavior was no different from a chicken's New Year's greeting to a weasel—an act comparable to letting a cat watch a fish stall and Erha guarding the barbecue soon won the unanimous support of the wizards of Ilvermorny.

They happily formed a semicircle to block Eren - probably not even they thought that one day the two rival houses would unite in such a situation.

The young wizard in the lead stared at Allen, who was half a head shorter than him, with a wicked smile on his face—there was nothing Alan could do about it, despite his young age—and a pair of eyes scanned the parts of Eren's body.

Allen's personal guess is that these guys are probably at least eyeing the finger he put up - but after considering that a broken bone or something is not a big injury in the wizarding world, he decisively thinks that these guys will probably have to break at least one of their hands to be happy - because he thinks about it and finds that even his opponent's hand is probably going to be broken.

So, just before the wizard was about to let out a sentence or two, Alan quickly responded to what he might have said with action.

As for Allen's miscalculation - it doesn't matter, the result is pretty much the same anyway.

The gang gathered in a half-circle, probably not wishing him a Merry Christmas in advance, so why did he bother listening to these guys for a long time?

Although it is said that the villain died from talking too much - but he didn't even mean to listen to the villain, right?

He'd wasted a whole class of work, and he should be on his way to the library at this moment, instead of listening to a bunch of second-graders say things they don't quite understand.

Therefore, the wizard of Ilvermorny, who could not even name and say it, after a whole class of calculations, coming, and passing notes, did not even have time to speak in his elaborate preparation, when Alan grabbed him by the hand and collided with another young wizard and knocked him unconscious.

The whole battle was not hot at all, there was no excitement at all - it took Eren less than half a minute to deal with the group of wizards.

I don't know where these stupid kids learned to fight - they're wizards, not Muggles!

Even if you have the most confidence, in the face of unknown wizards, it is necessary to hold your wand tightly!

What does it mean to be like a Muggle and block people in a half-circle? Do you have to get another Kill Matt hairstyle and dye your hair colorful?

The walls of other people's houses are copper walls and iron walls, and the wind can't blow the water and splash in, so what does it mean for them to stand together with a bunch of bean sprouts?

Speaking of melee combat, Alan can proudly say - I'm not bragging, all the wizards here, including Dumbledore, are counted as one, and they are all rubbish in melee combat!

Of course, this pretense is pointless - whose wizard is engaged in melee combat?

It's a pity that the answer chosen by these scum is that I speak for melee wizards - so Alan naturally fried these sprouts into sprouts, not even a single magic, and simply relied on fists to complete the work.

Alan left the classroom with his bones loose after a fight—however, a person appeared in front of him that he had not expected at all.

This man had disappeared from his eyes not long ago—five minutes to be exact—and yes, the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for this class.

At this moment, the professor's iron face reminded him of the bottom of the pot that had been passed down for magic cooking in the Hufflepuff common room.

This made him tighten his wand tightly - he had to guard against it.

Although Alan was in self-defense, no matter what, in front of their teacher, a group of students who were lying down with this teacher would have to come back with the mentality of revenge.

Ilvermorny wasn't the hapless cursed Hogwarts, and their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher wasn't a consumable, which meant that most of the students in front of him were the ones he had been educating for four years.

After four years of hard work, even a stone can be warmed!

Moreover, in addition to this, he also had a bad consideration for Alan - a group of students he brought out for four years couldn't beat a second year of Hogwarts!

What are you kidding, how did you become a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? Did you teach your students to embroider in class? Why are they so shy? No, your ability is too poor to meet our requirements, so you might as well quit the group--from the leader of the group, Ilvermorny Principal Charried.

Just as Alan was ready to deal with trouble, the professor suddenly spoke, although his face was still dark, but his tone did not have much reproach:

"Well, yes, you did win - although I don't think it's Defence Against the Dark Arts, but when you still get my approval - it's what you want - now, grab him and go!

Also, now that you've got what you want, don't come to my class in the future!"

With that, the professor walked into the classroom in a few steps, leaving Allen in a daze as he looked at the endorsement note signed by the professor's name stuffed in his hand.