Alan felt quite wronged at the moment, although the professors had cleared him of suspicion, but at this moment, the eyes of a group of little wizards were obviously written with disbelief - they witnessed the professor slap well and went to the hospital, this must be Allen's pot!

What could he do? He was desperate! He just slept for a while, and this time he really didn't do anything!

To add insult to injury, after taking the bear kids to the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall made it clear that she disdained Professor Trelawney, and the kids even began to show obvious fear of Ellen.

It was like this - even though Harry himself didn't believe much in the so-called death prophecy, the others were still interested in it, and they were either looking at Alan with fear or pity at Harry in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, and they were busy in any case.

If it were the history of magic, Professor Binns would obviously not care, but Professor McGonagall's control of the classroom was one of the best in the entire school, and she immediately asked, and then in the group, Hermione stepped forward and clearly and succinctly told Professor McGonagall about Harry's death prophecy before the accident.

This apparently made Professor McGonagall a little angry—she had just shown the students her own Animagus transformation, which was usually wildly popular with the students, and received little applause.

Well, although Professor McGonagall is fair, strict, respectful of the rules and regulations, and cares about the students - no one can stop the professor from getting emotional!

She is a powerful professor, knowledgeable, experienced in lecturing, and able to convey these contents very well, so it is natural that Professor Trelawney has a little opinion about the flickering and flickering all day long:

"Understood. Professor McGonagall walked up to Harry and stared him in the eye.

"Well, Potter, you should know that Sybil Trelawney has prophesied the death of a student every year since she came to this school. None of them have died. Anticipating the signs of death is her favorite way of welcoming new students. If I'm not someone who never speaks ill of my colleagues—" Professor McGonagall stopped the rest of the conversation, but the information was sufficient.

"Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic. To tell you the truth, I'm the least patient with divination. There are very few people who can really see the future, and Professor Trelawney—"

As if realizing that it was a bit too much to say this, Professor McGonagall sorted out her words and put her hand on Harry's head, "I see you're in extremely good health, Potter, so don't blame me if I don't let you go with my homework today." I promise, if you die, you won't have to turn in this homework. ”

This caused a lot of laughter in the crowd - but Professor McGonagall didn't seem to mind at all, she looked at Alan instead, "Don't talk about you, Alan was also choosing a class over there - I remember Professor Trelawney making too much prediction about Ellen at the time, and poor Sybil was admitted to the school hospital at the time - and Alan now gets the highest score in the divination class every year, although as far as I know he hasn't been in class since." ”

An exclamation came from the mouths of the young wizards, but Professor McGonagall gently tapped the blackboard and stopped all the questions that followed.

Anyway, Allen, who was still covering his mouth and laughing, was stupid - Professor, you made it clear, how did you say it as if I had beaten someone to the hospital, I was wronged!

However, by the end of class, after a series of brain supplements, Alan had become the embodiment of violence among a group of third-grade students, and they even believed the rumors of the first-year imps - which made Allen's head hurt a little.

It hurts, the morning is over anyway - after Professor McGonagall announces the end of class, Alan arrives in the cafeteria with a group of shivering bear children to start their lunch, and he will be ready for the shift in the afternoon!

But what a happy thing to come! But the happier thing is yet to come—Allen's own afternoon class is a divination class, not to mention that the professor has already been admitted to the hospital, even if she is fine, Alan doesn't have to go to class!

After eating, because the professor had already been taken to the hospital by Allen, Allen and one of the dormitories were all free at once, and began to play cards to spend the leisurely afternoon, and by the way, some snacks that everyone brought from home - it was only the first day of school, and due to the Hogwarts accommodation system, everyone brought a bunch of large bags.

Normally, it's a pretty pleasant time – if only it weren't for those weird looks.

Divination or something, of course, is the most popular among witches - so it's quite normal for Alan to get a few rolls of eyes after they may not be able to take a divination class for weeks. In this strange look, Alan almost didn't win in half an afternoon, and he was already a little crazy at the moment.

The punishment for their losers is to eat three beans in a row - specially selected multi-flavored beans, which are not very accurate, but in most cases are the worst flavors...

Just when Alan lost again, a student rushed over, and found that Alan stopped after playing cards, and he didn't even breathe: "Oh, Alan, you're here, it's great! Now something happened, the professor asked you to go to the hall to maintain order!"

What's wrong? What are you kidding!

Although there was a lot of talk out there, Alan himself knew the truth - how could Sirius do something to innocent students? But now is not the time to explore this, now is the important thing is to organize the students.

He subconsciously stood up, blessed himself with a loud mantra, and said loudly: "All the students gather, the junior students immediately return to their own rooms, it is strictly forbidden to go out, students above the fifth grade, please come to the hall to make possible precautions, you are also forbidden to go out, unless there is a professor to mobilize you, I will go out now, unless I come back in person or other prefects and professors come to give orders, this prohibition must not be violated, no matter what urgent matter or class!"

"Marshall, Shane, you help organize, I'll go out and see the situation!"

With that, Alan walked straight out of the lounge and towards the hall - it had become a chaotic place at the moment, and the prefect in charge of following looked worried, and was in no mood to suppress the messy conversation.

"What happened?"

"One student was seriously injured and now the professors have gone to the hospital and asked me to take care of the student here. ”

Alan was taken aback - however, after a few minutes of explanation, he realized that there was an oolong.

Not an attack, but a death - Malfoy's death, he provoked Hagrid's Hippogriff, and was seriously injured and bloodied, and the young wizards were frightened, and the professors visited the hospital...

Looking at the crowd who were frightened by a little injury, Alan covered his head - his skull hurt, he thought that something really big had happened, and the grass and trees had organized people.

At this moment, countless words came to his mind, each of which was a bunch of stars.

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