"Speaking of prophecy, Professor, I just happen to know something!" Alan said in a deep voice.

Dumbledore clasped his hands together, cupped his chin, and stared with interest at the little wizard in front of him.

"By chance, I learned something from ancient books," Alan looked into Dumbledore's eyes, "prophecy is only a possibility of the future, and things that can happen without prophecy." ”

"When we know a prophecy, we can make the greatest possible preparations for the fate that is most likely to come. Dumbledore said calmly.

But the more you believe in the prophecy, the more likely it is to happen. As far as I know, there are two boys who meet the prophetic criteria, and Neville is one of them. Alan looked at Dumbledore meaningfully.

"But Voldemort personally marked Harry. Professor Dumbledore continued.

"Do you think that the fate of these two boys and two families is in the hands of Voldemort?" Allen's gentleness vanished, sharp as a sword out of its sheath.

"It's just Voldemort's choice, Alan. Professor Dumbledore remained calm.

"Yes, the strong control their destiny, and the weak are subject to others. Allen spoke firmly, stating his philosophy.

"I think my life should be in my own hands, and I won't sit around some savior and wait for victory to come. I will continue to improve my strength and meet any challenge. Alan said proudly.

Dumbledore's eyes were clouded with a hint of depression, and the high-spirited young man in front of him couldn't help but remind him of someone.

A partner he was extremely close to in his youth, a fellow who also worships power, a handsome man who is extremely interested in dark arts.

Yes, Alan got a lot of dark magic from the Black family, and he was so powerful that he was so similar to Grindelwald!

"Alan, everyone wants to be the protagonist, but following the trail of fate, the road will be much smoother. Dumbledore stared into Alan's eyes, as if rejudging the boy in front of him.

"Professor, I think that everyone is their own protagonist, and my life is wonderful. Alan insisted.

"Since you insist—" Dumbledore pondered for a moment and continued, "I only want you to stay away from Harry, not to influence him, not to interfere with his mission. ”

Alan gave Dumbledore a deep look, and he was so sure that his plan would ensure Harry's victory in that duel?

"Professor, my thirst for knowledge never ends. Alan suddenly changed the subject, "I hope you will agree to let me borrow books in the forbidden area." ”

Dumbledore was shocked and looked at Alan, "Alan, I wonder if you're too obsessed with the Dark Arts, if so-"

Alan instantly drew his wand: "Calling God Guard!"

A silver phoenix erupted from the tip of the wand, circling around the office under Dumbledore's astonished eyes.

Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes tilted his head and looked at the phoenix with interest until it was reduced to nothing.

Fawkes's gaze rested on Allen's again, his expression full of friendliness and curiosity.

Dumbledore's expression softened, a person who was completely immersed in dark magic could not cast a Patronus, it was not only a sign of strong magical ability, but also a sign of protection, love and hope in the heart.

The moonlight slipped slowly, illuminating a silver inkwell and a beautiful red quill pen.

A piece of parchment floated silently onto the table, Dumbledore picked up the quill, and the cap of the inkwell unscrewed automatically.

But soon, he put down the quill again.

"Alan, I slept soundly at night, and so did Mrs. Pince. Professor Dumbledore said suddenly.

It seems that the wind and horses are not related, but Alan understands it.

"I think I'll ever be able to let this silver phoenix soar in the sky. Alan assured in a deep voice.

Coming out of Dumbledore's office, Alan couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the monster guarding the door.

Professor Dumbledore, let's see whose method is more effective.

Alan walked in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.

At this time, the corridor was quiet, and the night was getting thicker and thicker.

"The resurrection is mine, life is mine, nothing is invincible, I believe that anything is possible. ”

Allen's faith grew stronger, his footsteps echoing in the air, but his heart was quiet.

"Alan!" was Penelope, who suddenly emerged from around the corner.

"Penelope, you haven't gone back yet. Alan was surprised.

On this quiet night, the eyes of the two people were entangled, looking at each other and smiling.

The two slowly returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.

After washing, Alan sank himself into the soft bed.

That night, a strange change was taking place in Alan's body.

All the thoughts caused by the day's study and the experience of the evening suddenly came to naught.

His body fluttered, but his senses seemed to be doubly sharp.

He seems to have arrived in a very peculiar place.

In the blue, transparent, endless sea, there is a beautiful singing.

It sounded like Luna's singing that day!

The singing gradually changed from single to multiple, and the mysterious harmony was moving.

Ascending from the sea to heaven, it was as if a banshee like Lorelei wanted to seduce a heart that was ecstasy.

The enchanting music still did not stop, and in the haze, Alan seemed to have arrived in the dimly lit library, where a girl with lovely fluffy hair was reading at her desk.

The girl opened her red lips slightly, and licked the tip of her tongue on her lips.

Allen's gaze couldn't help but linger on her slender and white wrists, slightly open red lips, and white front teeth looming with the opening and closing of red lips.

Eren stretched out his longing hand, but in an instant, everything dissolved.

He arrived at the Charms classroom, where Penelope sat in his chair in the moonlight, his robes slipping off and his sturdy legs reappearing in front of him.

The moonlight flickered on and off, and the three women turned into a phantom, enveloping Allen, floating and sinking.

He seemed to be back in his sleep, and the apparition leaned in.

He tried to see her face clearly, it seemed very familiar, but it was very strange.

The long snow-white dress covered her feet, while her upper body was half-hidden.

Her hair flowed like water waves, and her expectant gaze was seductive.

Alan closed his eyes, not daring to look again, but his senses were open to the joy of the world.

Cold, soft lips pressed against his thirsty lips, but his chest was warm and hot.

Alan felt that this love was close to pain, and this lust was almost torment.

Yet the more he pushed away this strange love, the more his senses became fascinated by the charm of this mysterious dream.

At last, he surrendered, he indulged in joy, accepted kisses, lost his soul in this dream like never before, and finally collapsed from exhaustion, panting, sweating, and exhaustion.