"How did they manage to put so many books in such a short period of time?" said a first-year Ravenclaw excitedly holding out a finger across the spine of the rows of sheepskin-faced books.

"Common Spells and Solutions...... Outwitting the Dark Arts...... "Self-Defense Spells"...... Wow......" the little wizards' faces lit up.

Interestingly, if the professor had assigned them to read these tomes, they would have read them, but they would never have been as interested and active as they are now.

"It was fantastic, we had everything we wanted. Michael excitedly looked at the speculums, probes, and other instruments on the table.

Edward kicked the large satin cushion under his feet, "What is this for?"

"These are useful when practicing the stun spell. Michael said excitedly.

They didn't get excited for long, and under the command of Alan and Penelope, they were placed in a group with Neville and Flegg in the same grade, and Michael Rong was the group leader, which made him very happy.

Soon, the classroom fell silent.

Penelope distributed the training plan he had developed with Allen one by one, and the group leaders spontaneously organized the young wizards to practice.

Some of the first-year wizards were still practicing the tricks of the levitation charm, waving their wrists and dancing merrily.

There were also some middle and upper year students practicing disarming spells, and Alan found that even the fifth-year students were using spells in a mess, and many of them couldn't disarm their opponents' weapons at all, just forcing them to jump back a few steps or cringe, and weak spells whistling over their heads.

There was a cacophony of spells in the room, wands flying around, and mismatched spells hitting the books on the shelves, sending them flying into the air.

Neville's wand spun and flew out, hitting the ceiling, sparks flying everywhere, and then landing on top of the bookshelf with a thud, Alan retracted it with a summoning charm.

Suddenly, the classroom gradually fell silent.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Many young wizards couldn't suppress the excitement on their faces, did the Headmaster come to visit them?

"Ah, well done!" Dumbledore smiled and beckoned to the young wizards.

Then he looked at Allen, "Harris, allow me to interrupt your training, I wonder if you'd like to listen to a few words from an old man like me?"

Dumbledore winked mischievously at Allen, and many of the young wizards couldn't help but laugh.

Alan couldn't laugh, he didn't like things that weren't under his control.

Alan confessed a few words to Penelope, and then followed Dumbledore to the Headmaster's office.

They came to the stone monsters. Dumbledore gave the command, the monster parted left and right, and he and Alan made their way up the movable spiral staircase to the oak door.

Dumbledore pushed the door open, and Alan walked in.

Fine silverware sits on a table with slender legs, swirling silently and puffing smoke.

Portraits of the schoolboys and girls of yesteryear are snoring in frames, heads lazily leaning back in armchairs or leaning against the portraits.

Alan looked past the polished top of Dumbledore's desk and looked at the Headmaster in the large armchair, wondering what he was calling for.

Maybe it's because of Sirius, the biggest figure in the limelight lately!, Alan guessed.

"Maybe we can have a drink before we talk. Dumbledore blinked again, and a plate flew in front of him from the side shelf.

"Spell casting without a wand, such precise control!" Alan admired in his heart.

On the plate was a bottle of Spanish wine and a few wine glasses.

"It was given to me by Sirius, and I think that good wine has to be shared. This is fruit wine, and underage wizards should be able to drink it as well. ”

Dumbledore looked at the label of the wine, then filled two glasses and raised his glass to Alan to drink with him.

Allen, of course, understood that it would be a great offense to refuse to toast to the same Englishman, so he raised his glass.

However, his slightly narrowed eyes did not stop observing Dumbledore for a moment.

Professor Dumbledore looked extremely kind, looking at Alan with a smile on his face, like an innocent child sharing candy with his companions.

Alan dipped his glass slightly, but not a drop of wine flowed into his mouth, he put the glass down, and the professor didn't force it.

"Sirius is very grateful to you for helping him regain his innocence. Dumbledore said mildly, "However, I also heard about the deal between you. ”

Alan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Professor, I think an equivalent trade is necessary. No one will achieve their goals casually without paying any price. ”

In Dumbledore's opinion, although the little wizard in front of him was only a thirteen-year-old boy, he acted extremely cautiously, and he couldn't help but think of the news he had received today.

Allen's older brother, Albert, rose to the position of one of the heads of the Auror Command at the Ministry of Magic.

His father, Owen Harris, was transferred to the position of Deputy Director of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement. His other brother, Lunn, is currently working in this department.

His mother and sister were also transferred from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

Even his aunt, Josephine Harris, was promoted to Director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Ellen, do you know why Voldemort had to kill Harry?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

Alan looked at Dumbledore, and of course knew in his heart that this was a tragedy caused by a prophecy!

A meditation basin flew onto the table, and Dumbledore pulled out his memories and sent them into the meditation basin.

A figure emerges from within, wrapped around a shawl, her eyes unusually large behind her glasses, she slowly spins, her feet in the meditation basin.

Alan immediately recognized that this was the Hogwarts Divination professor - Sybil Trelawney!

But when she spoke, a raspy voice came out.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approached...... Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times...... Born in the seventh month...... The Dark Lord has labeled him as his archenemy, but he has an energy that the Black Devil does not understand...... One must die at the hands of the other, because neither can both live, only one survives...... The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month......"

The picture dissipated.

"Voldemort has personally marked Harry, and Harry is the one who can defeat the Dark Lord. Alan!" Professor Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious.

"I know you were good friends with Harry. He will face immense pressure, far more than anyone else in the wizarding world. Voldemort will stop at nothing to deal with Harry. He needs your help. ”

Professor Dumbledore stared into Alan's eyes.