Behind the large Headmaster's desk, the pointed Sorting Hat hanging from the top of the cabinet next to it suddenly spoke, and the crack next to the brim opened like a mouth: "Two gentlemen, please don't fight in the Headmaster's office! We have to be united from within, or everything will fall apart from within..."

Under the new system, the leather of the Sorting Hat and the original frayed brim have been repaired, and many of the wrinkles on it have been smoothed out, compared to the very dirty, patchy, and gray appearance of the past, and now because of the house-elves who regularly clean and maintain it, it looks like a normal wizard's hat, at least when it is not speaking— The tip of the Sorting Hat curled in cringe, and it seemed to have forgotten his previous indiscretion when it had changed into a new coat, and if it weren't for the lack of feet, he would obviously prefer to hide himself from being torn apart by his new skin.

It's just that the little hand on the side doesn't care about the Sorting Hat's mood, he has already pulled out two metal wands from the cabinet and accurately threw them at the two people in the confrontation.

"Come on, Snot, let me see your growth... Heh, or is it metal?" Sirius took the inhibition wand, and then put it away, and when Snape did the same, the two casually compared the duel ceremony, bowed slightly, and then Sirius directly began to chant the incantation: "Hang the golden bell upside down!"

Snape didn't chant the incantation, he just waved his wand at Sirius - it didn't show any obvious signs, no beams, no sparks, no glare of light, no concealment, malevolent black magic gushing out of his inhibition wand...

A short moment later.

The headmaster's room flashed with firelight, and Alan returned to his private room upstairs behind his desk humming a jazz ditty that was not in tune, and had just fed Hermione some chicken soup stewed by Maggie, the brief warmth made him feel happy and ruddy, and the corners of his eyes rose slightly with pleasure, and Ankh on Alan's shoulder was obviously satisfied with eating some chicken, and the chicken fat on his beak had not been cleaned yet.

"Sorry, I'm late... I... I said!"

In the next moment, Allen's smile suddenly stiffened on his face, and Anka on his shoulder also grabbed Allen's shoulder sharply before he stabilized his figure, and one person and one bird were stunned by the scene in front of them.

From time to time, the glass on those slender legs of the table still had shards falling and shattering, and the sound of rushing water made the background sound of the principal's office sound more elegant— One of the glass tanks of dark green liquid was torn apart, and in the green liquid there was a brain suspended in the air trying to entangle Sirius, like a jubilant fish, spitting silk as it flew, and it unfolded in circles like rolls of film film, wrapped around Sirius, who looked like a beggar's outfit, and the flesh and blood on many parts of his body were blurred, and Sirius, in addition to dealing with this flying cauliflower-like brain, his legs were entangled by the black snake summoned by Snape with the Oolong Cave。

Snape looked more decently dressed than Sirius, but his eyes were knocked out by Sirius, and the hooked nose of the Great Eagle was crooked—just in the opposite direction of Dumbledore's crooked nose, and his hand without wand was now crossed over his waist, not for gesture, but because the belt of his trousers in his robe had just been blown off, and the Dean of Slytherin had to do so to keep his pants from falling.

In this case, the middle-aged witch with black curly hair in the shawl and the middle-aged wizard with greasy black hair in the shawl have obviously been able to fight, and the two will cast several evil spells on each other from time to time.

However, Allen's attention only stayed on the two of them for a moment, and then he pulled back to the decoration of the principal's office that he had carefully renovated twice during the summer vacation, at this time it was already a mess, and the decoration of the principal's interior was broken, and the previous principals who had not really suffered damage basically lost their portraits in the frame, and those old principals had already run out of this office to take refuge, only Sirius's ancestor Phineas?? Nigelles?? From time to time, Blake poked his head out to observe the duel battles of his children and grandchildren.

Anka, who had just eaten and drunk, was completely unprepared for the situation in front of him, its round eyes looked at the scene in disbelief, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew around its Mithril-plated perch, and when it looked carefully and found that it was intact and had not been damaged by any abrasion, the phoenix relaxed slightly, and then squatted on its perch and did not move, and its sharp beak with chin fat was biased in the direction of Sirius and Snape, vigilantly guarding its perch.

Predicting the loss, Alan raised his pale hand, which looked a little bloodier than usual, and first shot Snape and Sirius back in mid-air, returning to their own bodies, making them grunt at each other, and then letting the inhibition wands in their hands turn into two large vipers to sneak up on the two witches, who were still focused on each other, entangled them in place.

And before the flying brain continued to attack Sirius, it was held by Allen's bare hands, and the sticky brain curled up to wrap Allen's hand in it, and those thinking tentacles on the brain entangled Allen's fingers, wanting to pierce his skin, but they were like thorns piercing a thick layer of iron armor, and they couldn't pierce their seemingly soft, but actually sharp tentacles into Allen's skin, and then they were thrown back into another intact glass vat by the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Principal Harris, you idiot!"

"Shhhh

"Stupid dog, your Occlumency is terrible. Snape scoffed, "It just thinks you're better to deal with!"

"Shut up, did you two come here to tear down my headmaster's office? It's the damage done by the dark arts, it's hard to fix. Alan's hand pointed to the mess of the ground, the fine silverware that had been shattered, the thin-legged elevated table with the ornaments scattered on the floor, and several of its legs were broken and rolled in different directions, the mottled blades on the tall fireplace left shocking marks, the torn picture frame left black charred marks, and the ripples of black magic still lingered on it...

Sirius and Snape finally regained some of their senses and didn't continue to struggle, looking at the current situation in the headmaster's office, the two couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, especially Snape, who was still a little ashamed in his heart, not to Allen, but to think that he who had not been surprised for many years would actually lose some of his mind because of Sirius.

However, at this time, Alan paid attention to the handwriting left by the little hand on the long table, and instantly estimated the cause and effect of Allen's fingers and moved, the little hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and after making its palm upward, Alan took out the Mithril wand that was used as a whip and whipped three times. It was then pulled back to its original cushion, and a clear glass cover was summoned from a corner of the room to fly over it.

"Provoke them to a duel, and put you in confinement for three days as punishment...", Alan said sternly to the little hand, who also realized that even though the little hand was out of its form, something about Voldemort's personality still affected the undead.

"It's all the snot spirit, who likes to use black magic. Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Otherwise, it could be easily repaired..."

An ugly flush welled up on Snape's palette-like face, and his grim gaze hovered over Sirius like a viper, "Black, I'm casting spells on you, but the spells that damaged these things were bounced off by your armor..."

"You two, give me peace!" Alan roared angrily, looking at the appearance of the two of them, he exhaled heavily and changed his tone, "Little boy is so immature... Whoever you like is to bully each other, and use methods such as pulling braids and pushing people to attract the other party's attention..."