"I have to say, Alan, you're in luck. Places like Azkaban, except for the prisoners, are all Dementors. Albert recalled.

"We Aurors are the only members of the Ministry of Magic who regularly visit Azkaban Prison, except for high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic who can patrol and visit. For the Aurors were responsible for escorting the prisoners to Azkaban. However, no one wants to go to this job, only the Aurors with weak backgrounds and low abilities will be sent. ”

Albert chuckled, Alan can understand that there is an unspoken rule in all walks of life, newcomers, honest people with no background, and people with poor ability are all at the bottom of the industry in which they are located, and they are destined to do the hard, tiring, and unpopular jobs in those units.

"If it weren't for the fact that there were so many troublemakers last time, and those Aurors alone couldn't keep them busy, I wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, a place full of despair. Albert stood up and said goodbye to Allen.

He now has a lot of authority, but at the same time, he has more responsibilities and his work is busier. Although he enjoyed the feeling of fulfillment, he did not dare to take it lightly and dutifully completed his every duty.

Alan also went to the Charms class, where Alan had mastered the Flying Spell, and he skillfully assisted Professor Flitwick in correcting the young wizards' pronunciation.

"Alan, the Slytherins were sneaky this morning and don't know what to do. But I heard Malfoy mention your name. ”

Michael reminded as Alan tossed a thick dictionary at Michael.

"Oops!" Michael cried out in pain, and the dictionary slammed into his head.

"Practice seriously, Michael. Professor Flitwick reminded.

Michael didn't dare to say more, and concentrated on practicing.

All kinds of books and stationery flew around the classroom, and then the sound of falling bangs was incessant.

The Ravenclaw young wizards had been discussing how to successfully throw the name into the Goblet of Fire a few minutes before the lesson, and now they were fully engaged in the practice of the Flying Charm in groups.

Because any young wizard who can successfully master the Flying Charm before the end of class can be exempted from writing the paper assigned by Professor Flitwick.

Despite this, at the end of class, except for Allen, most of the young wizards who joined the training class received this honor of being exempt from writing homework.

After Allen helps Professor Flitwick tidy up his classroom, he goes out and sees Lady Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw.

Lady Gray floated in an extremely graceful gesture, her hands crossed under her lower abdomen, like a princess.

She saw Allen, nodded expressionlessly, and floated past Allen without looking back.

"Why did Lady Gray only nod to you, is it because you are the best young wizard at Hogwarts?" Michael, touching his chin, felt more and more that he was guessing the truth of the matter.

Alan smiled slightly, but did not speak. He knew in his heart that all the ghosts in the castle, except for Peeves, had been instructed by Dumbledore to observe Professor Moody's every move.

Mrs. Gray nodded, indicating that Moody had managed to throw the parchment with Harry's name on it into the Goblet of Fire.

Just as Alan reached the corner of the stairs, Malfoy hurried upstairs with Goyle and Crabbe.

Seeing Ellen, Malfoy excitedly stopped him, "Ellen!"

"Draco, did you pick up a big bag of gold Galleons?" Happiness is contagious, and Alan couldn't help but quease when he saw Malfoy's appearance.

"You go to the cafeteria and take a look. Malfoy urged.

Goyle and Crabbe gasped and laughed silly.

Thinking of Michael's words in the class just now, Allen's curiosity was really aroused.

Perhaps because of the presence of wizards from other schools, the house-elves at Hogwarts did their best to prepare a sumptuous meal. But the little wizards' minds were not at all on the tempting aroma of the food, and their eyes were drawn to the goblet of fire in the center of the foyer.

The cup was placed in the center of the foyer, on the same stool where the Sorting Hat was customary. A thin circle of gold wire was drawn on the floor, with a radius of ten feet, enclosing the cup in the middle.

Some of the young Slytherin wizards lined up neatly on either side of the aisle, and when they saw Alan behind Malfoy, as if he had rehearsed countless times, he raised his wand neatly, nodded on his left shoulder, and performed a wizarding salute.

Alan hurriedly returned the salute. Malfoy's expression was full of unconcealable joy, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that pureblood should be like Alan.

The other Slytherins, whether it was because of the advice of the elders during the summer vacation, or because of the Harris family's influence in the Ministry of Magic, were willing to befriend Allen.

Not to mention, Allen, who is already very temperamental, exudes a special charm after taking attribute potions, which makes people willing to want to befriend him.

"Can anyone tell me what are you doing here?" Dumbledore's voice came as Lady Maxim and Karkaroff stood behind him.

Alan waited and saw what was going on, and he didn't come out. Malfoy took the initiative to explain. Since graduating from Marcus, who has always been a repeater, Malfoy has become the leader of Slytherin.

"Headmaster, we in Slytherin agree that Alan Harris has the strength to represent Hogwarts, and that only he can bring us the greatest glory. So we had all Slytherins as young as 17 throw in parchment with Alan's name written on them. ”

Malfoy was neither humble nor arrogant, but his words instantly angered Karkaroff behind Dumbledore.

"Cheating, it's shameful cheating. Karkaroff said.

"No, we didn't cheat, the rules for signing up for the competition didn't say that others can't vote on their behalf!" Malfoy was calm and calm, not panicking because the other party was the principal.

"It's true that the rules don't say it, but it's shameful to do so! Karkaroff looked almost annoyed.

His face was flushed, in fact he had countless sarcastic words to express, but as long as he thought of the Auror and the amazing power of the family, Karkaroff could only swallow back those words that could not be heard.

"Actually, if I want to be in the Goblet of Fire, I don't need such a big battle. Eren raised his wand and aimed it at the Goblet of Fire.

Alan raised his arm and tapped his wand at the parchment in his hand, and the parchment flew up and down, paused above the age line for a few seconds, and then flew straight into the Goblet of Fire.

"I guess if your own setup is flawed, you can't blame others for taking advantage of it. Alan Lang said.

The faces of Ms. Maxim and Karkaroff were hard to look at, such a powerful confusion spell was cast at such a young age, I am afraid that the entire wizarding world could do it no more than one palm, not to mention that Alan also used spells to cast silently and silently.

"It seems that Alan Harris is not only a great Quidditch player, but also has a great command of spells! Madame Maxim mused.

Dumbledore nodded imperceptibly at Allen.