"Malfoy is really self-inflicted, he can't live!" "Alan felt that Malfoy was self-inflicted after realizing the cuteness of Buckbeak.

Malfoy, who was so worried about Allen, didn't return to the castle until Thursday, hanging from his right arm with a bandage.

Surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, he swaggered through the Great Hall, like a hero who had died on the battlefield.

Compared to the bustle at the Slytherin table, the atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table was bleak, and Alan had no idea what was going on.

Some of the little Ravenclaw wizards kept sneaking a peek at him, looking at him in a strange way, as if he was going to fall down and die at any moment.

"Alan, you need to be careful lately. Edward stopped talking, but finally spoke.

"I know you don't believe that, but Professor Traurini looks really mysterious!" Edward looked in awe.

"Professor Traurini?" Alan was confused, inexplicable.

"I'm sorry, can you tell me what happened?" Alan was a little annoyed, "I didn't even choose a divination class!"

I didn't take Traolini's class, how could it be involved? Wasn't it Harry?

"The professor didn't specify who it was, but we all thought it was you!" Edward explained.

"In today's class, Professor Traurini said that in our class, one of the best students will meet with bad luck! The eerie dog that haunts the cemetery has set his sights on him, and it is a bad omen—the most powerful omen—a bad omen of death!"

Edward looked worried, "We all think she has to be you!

"You see, you're always going to have a lot of exciting things! Mysteries, basilisks, Dementors, Hippogriffs...... It's so dangerous!"

The little Ravenclaw wizards around him nodded their heads, seemingly agreeing with Edward's words.

Alan looked at Edward's worried looks, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he smiled softly.

"I think you must have misunderstood Professor Traurini. ”

Alan patted Edward on the shoulder, "Although you think I'm the best wizard in this class, it makes me happy!"

"Professor Traurini is definitely not referring to me. Alan said categorically.

"If it's not you, who else could it be?" Edward, who was extremely convinced by Allen's words, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then a little resentment.

Who could be better and better than Alan?

"If you exchange news with your Gryffindor classmates, you'll find out that she's actually referring to Harry!"

Alan poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and shrugged absently.

"Harry?" Edward and a few Ravenclaws looked suspiciously at Harry, who was hanging from his head at the Gryffindor table.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like the best!

"Perhaps, probably—because he defeated the mysterious man or something?" Edward guessed uncertainly.

"But Alan has been defeated too!" said Michael Kona, brushing his black hair, disdainfully.

"Anyway, wouldn't it be nice that the ominous wasn't aimed at me?" Alan added some more grilled lamb chops for himself.

The atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table was relaxed, and everyone was eating and talking about the omens in their crystal balls.

Seeing the lively discussion, Alan couldn't help but laugh.

Professor Traurini is indeed a true prophet.

But alas, perhaps only a few times in her life were true prophecies.

Most of the time, it's just sensationalism.

Of course, since her so-called ominous is not referring to Allen, Allen naturally will not go to trouble with a professor.

After the lunch break, Alan quickly headed to Professor Flitwick's office, where he needed to bring the handouts and Ravenclaw homework to the Charms classroom and distribute them to everyone before class.

Obviously, after Dumbledore, the professors realized that Alan was a very good assistant.

And Professor Flitwick, as the dean of Ravenclaw, was close to the water, and greeted Alan in advance, and asked Alan to be his assistant.

A pile of homework floated behind Allen, who left Professor Flitwick's office briskly.

The hallway was quiet and empty, and everyone was taking their lunch break.

Around the corner on the fourth floor, Alan collided with a man.

Books were scattered all over the floor.

The man's bag cracked, and all the thick books fell to the floor.

A girl with unkempt curly hair hurriedly squatted down - it was Hermione!

She panted, clutching her cracked bag with one hand, and seemed to be shoving something under her robe with the other.

"I'm sorry, Hermione!" Alan was the first to apologize, drawing his wand.

Hermione looked up and noticed Alan, looking embarrassed.

"Ellen, you can't cast spells in the corridor!" Hermione quickly reminded when she saw the wand in Ellen's hand.

"Of course, I know the rule. Alan gave a rare mischievous smile, "However, there is no rule that you can't use spells in the classroom!"

Alan pulled Hermione and walked briskly into the Charms classroom.

"Huh, Alan, my book—" Hermione said hurriedly.

"Look!" Allen pointed his wand at the books scattered in the hallway as soon as he stepped into the classroom, "Magic books are flying!"

The tome obediently flew into the Charms classroom and was neatly stacked on the podium.

Alan looked at Hermione's backpack and reached for it, "Restore as before, reinforcement lightened!"

The long, cracked slit in the backpack vanished and returned to its original form.

"Thank you, Alan!" Hermione's face flushed suspiciously.

"It's nothing, it's a trivial matter!" Alan smiled softly.

"But, Hermione, your schoolwork is too heavy. Every professor will assign a lot of homework, which will overwhelm your body. Alan advised.

Hermione wrung her fingers in embarrassment, not saying a word.

"Actually, there are some courses that you really don't have to choose, such as Muggle Studies!" Alan said in a sincere tone, he really didn't think it was a wise decision to choose all the subjects.

"However, studying Muggles from a wizard's point of view is fascinating. Hermione looked eager.

"So, what do you think about getting rid of the divination class?" Alan proposed.

"Perhaps, you're right, I'll consider it. Hermione was obviously moved, "Anyway, Professor Traurini said that I have a small aura and no sense of the future!"

It seemed that Hermione was haunted by Professor Traurini's words.

She always cared so much about what the professors said.

This kind of stubborn Hermione made Alan laugh.