In the cold night, the wizards who had just come down from the Hogwarts Express walked briskly after getting out of Thestrals' carriage and walking towards the castle in the distance, the weather made them not want to stay outside for a moment, they missed the warm fire of the castle, not to mention the sumptuous dinner that awaited them.

"Professor Harris. In the cold wind, the sound made many young wizards shiver, and when they realized that it was Professor Harris who had stopped Professor Snape, they craned their necks and walked faster and faster.

Although Eren was wearing a magic robe that could regulate the temperature, the biting cold wind blowing on his face was not pleasant. In front of the large iron door, Snape's figure was illuminated by the wind-blown orange lantern, his hooked nose and hands carrying the lamp were already red from the cold, and his eyes looked eagerly at Alan under his long, black and greasy hair.

"Good evening, Professor Snape" Allen finished speaking, and his muffled voice sounded in the heart of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor again, "Professor Snape, this is not a good place to talk, when you're done, go to the Potions classroom, I'll go to you later." ”

Later, after the last of the students had put on their robes and hats under Snape's impatient gaze and slipped quickly towards the castle, Snape shook the lantern and slammed the doors of Hogwarts shut with a blank face, and tapped the chain with his wand, which scurried like a snake with a metallic crash, locking the door firmly.

At this time, Alan was climbing the stairs and walking up the huge steps to his lounge, in the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle, Ankka was once again in the spotlight, this time it was not just the little wizard, even the people in the murals on the walls were looking at Ankka on Alan's shoulder, walking around in the frame, whispering.

"Professor Harris. Dumbledore's old voice rang out, and he stood on the slightly higher steps, looking at Alan from above the half-moon shaped lenses of his glasses.

Alan looked up and greeted politely, "Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore." ”

"Congratulations, it's really a gratifying thing to be recognized by Phoenix. Dumbledore's gaze swept over Ankka on Alan's shoulder, and he didn't ask about the Ravenclaw apparition.

"Thank you, Headmaster. Alan touched Ankka's feathers, and Ankka straightened up at this time, and his dark eyes looked vigilantly at Fawkes on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"This is Fox. Dumbledore smiled kindly at Ankka.

Fawkes suddenly began to sing, the voice was ethereal, ethereal and mysterious, and the little wizard who heard it felt the hair on his scalp stand on end, as if the sound vibrated in his chest, bringing an uplifting power.

The crimson-winged Fawkes spread its wings and circled around Ankka in the air, showing off his gleaming golden tail and claws.

"Oh, Fawkes wants to be friends with your Phoenix, Professor Harris. Dumbledore looked at Fawkes and Ankka with relieved gazes like old people looking at their own children, "Maybe they can be good friends, Professor Harris, you know they're different from us, they don't have that many ideas." ”

"Please don't let Fawkes get close to Anka, Ankka might attack it. Alan frowned, refusing Dumbledore to let Fawkes get close to Ankka, warning Dumbledore, "Animals also have their own feelings and thoughts, and just because they don't have so many thoughts doesn't mean they won't think." ”

"Ankh, the name of the Arabian immortal? Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Don't worry Professor Harris, they're all phoenixes and have their own way of getting along, and Fawkes is just trying to please him." ”

Alan raised his eyes, glanced at the kind-looking Dumbledore, and raised the corner of his mouth to stop making a sound - since Dumbledore insisted like this, Anka would teach Fawkes how to be a phoenix.

Fawkes slowly approached Ankka, when it got close to a certain position, Ankka suddenly spread its wings and turned into a flame that appeared in the sky above Fawkes, its long golden beak smacked towards Fawkes, Fawkes didn't react at all, it still sang strange songs in its mouth, but Ankka seemed to be even more angry, it grabbed Fawkes's neck with its claws, and then bombarded Fawkes with its beak, pecked here, pecked there, and Fawkes's golden tail feathers were pulled off.

It was only when Ankka began viciously using the attack tactics he had learned in the wild to aim his beak at the eyes of Fawkes, who had been in captivity for decades, that the surprised Dumbledore and the feigned surprised Alan separated them and retracted them on their respective shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, Ankka has a proud temperament, and has been in a wild state before, and is not too used to how to get along with others normally, and if it makes a warning, it can't be approached easily. The bright red light passed lightly in front of Dumbledore's eyes, and Ankka let himself change to Alan's shoulder closer to Fawkes's side, thinking that he had won the victory, was combing his feathers with his long beak rather defiantly, "I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I just listened to you, and thought that I had been raising phoenixes for too little time to understand their habits, so I'm sorry I didn't stop them in advance..."

Fawkes fell behind Dumbledore, without the majestic appearance it had before, the feathers on its body were very messy, unprecedentedly embarrassed, but what was even more depressing was that it was obviously stunned by this inexplicable attack, and its spirit was wounded on Dumbledore's shoulders - this made Alan feel a little apologetic, after all, perhaps because of his own Animagus form, Fawkes has always had a good attitude towards Allen.

"The first time they met, they were still very strangers to each other, but after they got acquainted, maybe they would eventually make friends. Dumbledore helped his glasses under the stairs for Fawkes and himself, and his blue eyes full of doubts looked through the crescent-shaped glasses, and Anka, who began to rub Alan's cheek affectionately, couldn't help but wonder in his heart - could it be that the personalities of the male and female phoenixes were so different? Fawkes and Ke had never been so close to him.

Alan was noncommittal about Dumbledore's words, but he didn't bother to argue with Dumbledore about such a doomed and meaningless topic, "Then, Headmaster Dumbledore, please allow me to retire first, I have to go back to my office and tidy up..."

"Professor Harris, please wait. Dumbledore stopped Eren again, who was about to turn away.

Alan turned sideways, calmly waiting for his next step.

"What if... Your ancient magic class only teaches the least dangerous dark arts, and abandon the ones that are too dangerous..."Dumbledore stared at Allen, and the air seemed to freeze, "I will not object to you setting up this course again. ”

"According to the classification of the seven types of spells that modern magic is divided into, strictly speaking, the obstacles in the evil spell are already considered minor black magic, and the whole body binding spell of petrification is completely different from the petrification effect itself, but it is also a curse type of magic in itself - and curses are usually used to inflict damage, control and even death on the victim... As with Curses and Curses, Hogwarts students already learn some of them at school. Alan looked at Professor Dumbledore and said solemnly, "Most of these spells can be counteracted or dissolved by specialized spell-breaking spells and general counter-spells, so we're used to them, but it also shows that they are not effective, of course I don't let my students use magic on their classmates that can't be reversed or have no chance of reversing, and I've been strengthening this, like their protective suits and wands that reduce the power of spells... So, Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm sure you're aware of the recent news of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, and I assure you that it's true, and if you can give up the reforms that oppose me, I'm willing to ask Miss Ravenclaw to remove that vicious curse from your hand for you, and I'm willing to cooperate with you in getting rid of the Mystery, what do you think?"

Dumbledore choked for a moment, but he couldn't agree to what seemed to be a very favorable offer for him, and in fact he was confident that he would be able to solve it on his own if he had done so, as Snape had told him, if he had spent his time on the curse in his hands... But he simply couldn't watch so many students come into contact with the dark magic that is so dangerous, evil, and easy to get lost in power when their behavior is most easily shaped and distorted: "Alan... Since the two of us are fully cooperative, and you think we can solve Tom, why should we let the students risk learning these spells again?"

"Because we have solved a Dark Lord Tom, there is no guarantee that there will be no next Dark Lord Jerry, we have to teach our compatriots to try to solve the problem on their own or take a step back, so that they are more capable of holding out until people like us solve the problem for them, and if the strength of everyone in the wizarding world can be improved, the good chain reaction caused by it will make the wizarding world develop... But forget it, Headmaster Dumbledore, it's up to us to do what we do..."Alan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in a helpless gesture, then said goodbye to Dumbledore and continued to walk down the stairs towards his own office.

Albus Dumbledore, the aging current Headmaster of Hogwarts, silently watched Alan Harris, the young professor of ancient magic classes, walk upstairs until a corner of his distinctive magic robe disappeared in the corner, and then continued his pace and began to descend to the first-floor hall.