Alan accurately grasped the amount of medicinal herbs put in, the heat of the crucible, and the strength of the stirring, and watched the smoke slowly rising in the crucible, and he was in a good mood.

Professor Snape paced behind Allen, looked at Allen's gradually forming potion, and suddenly asked, "Alan Harris, are you ready for your innovative palliative potion?"

"Yes, Professor, I've done it. Alan took the perfect color and quality potion and handed it to Professor Snape for inspection.

In fact, the moment Alan finished it, Professor Snape had already concluded that Alan had mastered the brewing of the potion. But the tip of his pen stayed on the paper and did not score.

Without waiting for Professor Snape to speak, the well-trained Alan had already pulled out a bottle of potion from his wizard's robes, which was an improved version of the palliative potion that had been configured for Harry earlier.

Professor Snape picked it up and looked at it, shook the potion, opened the cap and sniffed it carefully, then poured a few more drops into his mouth and tasted it.

"Added Motra rat juice, aconite, absinthe......" What made Alan admire was not only that the other party could accurately report the medicinal materials he used, but also that he admired such a strange taste of the potion, and the professor didn't even frown. "Not only can it ease the mood, but it can also alleviate the pain caused by black magic, which is a genius idea. ”

Edward, who was boiling medicine next to him, couldn't believe his ears, this was Professor Snape, who was known for his poisonous tongue and pickiness?

"Be careful with your medicine. Professor Snape actually reminded Edward, and although his expression was cold and his voice was cold, Edward was still very surprised. Did Alan give the professor ecstasy, and why did the professor's attitude be so different from what he used to be?

Edward was scrambling to save his potion as he thought wildly.

Allen's eyes were very good, and he could clearly see that Professor Snape had given him a perfect score next to his name. Alan thanked Professor Snape contentedly and left the cold Potions classroom.

If there's one exam that's the easiest, it's the flying lessons. Allen's prowess is evident and has been proven in the Quidditch arena. Mrs. Hodge gave him a perfect score just by letting Alan fly around the sky.

The most boring thing is naturally the history of magic exam, although the test paper has a lot of questions, but it is completely difficult for Allen, who has the ability to remember and listen carefully and take notes. Many of the students were still scratching their ears and cheeks, pondering which strange wizards had invented the automatic stirring crucible, and Alan had already answered all the test papers smoothly, and the writing was extremely beautiful. But Alan didn't hand in the paper in advance, but sat in his seat in a daze, but actually flipped through the books in his head.

When Professor Binns told them to put down their quills with an anti-cheating spell and roll up the parchment for their answers, the classroom erupted in loud cheers. They're finally done with all the exams, they're free, and they can easily play for a whole week before the exam results are all announced!

Infected by everyone's joy, Alan also wanted to relax, and followed the crowd to the sunny grass outside.

The lake in the distance ripples in the sun, and the breeze is refreshing. Alan was down the slope and had just reached the lake when he saw Harry sitting in the shade of a tree waving to him with a big smile on his face, and Ron and Hermione sitting beside him.

Alan greeted them in a good mood and sat down next to Harry.

"Harry, how are you feeling lately?" Although Alan was not a doctor and was confident in the effects of his medication, he was still curious to know how Harry was doing after taking it.

"After drinking the medicine, my head stopped hurting and I didn't have any more nightmares. Harry looked at Alan gratefully, then hesitated again before asking Alan anyway, "But I can't shake off a vague feeling that I forgot to do something, something very important." ”

"It's all a test trick. I woke up last night and was busy reviewing my notes for the Transfiguration class, when it dawned on me that we had already passed that class. Hermione said in a sympathetic tone.

Harry was sure, however, that feeling of uneasiness had nothing to do with the exam. He watched as an owl flapped its wings across the blue sky and flew in the direction of the school, with a note in its mouth.

"Human intuition is amazing, and maybe you've really forgotten something very important. Lately, besides headaches and nightmares, what have you been worried about?" Alan is a good follower.

"My biggest concern ...... Lou Wei - Philosopher's Stone - Hagrid ......" Harry jumped to his feet suddenly.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked, sleepy.

"I suddenly remembered something. Harry said. His face turned pale. "We have to go to Hagrid right away. “

"Why?" Hermione gasped and asked, trying to catch up with him.

"Don't you think it's a little strange?" said Harry as he hurried down the grassy slope, "Hagrid wants nothing more than a dragon, and a stranger happens to have a dragon egg in his pocket? How many people walk around with dragon eggs all day? You know, it's against wizarding law! Don't you think they're lucky to find Hagrid? Why didn't I think of that before?"

"What the hell do you want to do?" Ron asked, but Harry didn't answer his question as he sped across the field, toward the forest.

Alan followed with a smile and a relaxed expression. In front of Hagrid's hut, Harry not only asks how to subdue the three-headed vicious dog, Lowe, but also learns that Hagrid inadvertently told a stranger how to subdue Lowe in order to obtain the dragon egg.

Alan followed Harry and the three of them as they ran around. Looking for the Headmaster, the Headmaster is not there, and learns from Professor McGonagall that the owl with the note in his mouth is the one written to Dumbledore by the Ministry of Magic. Several people sensitively realized that this was definitely a ploy to divert the tiger from the mountain. The four of them then went to the restricted area on the fourth floor, only to be knocked on by Professor McGonagall and chased back, as if all was not going well.

Harry was so excited that he wanted to sneak out at night and get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone first. Alan followed Ron and Hermione's stance, determined to face the difficulties together.

A few people made an appointment to meet in the evening, and then left separately to prepare for the "big event" of the evening.

Alan didn't know what he could prepare, to destroy Voldemort? He knew that Voldemort with seven Horcruxes couldn't be killed, oh, now there were only six left, and that soul fragment on Ravenclaw's crown had been turned into the energy of the University Tyrant System.

Just as Alan was thinking about going to the Ravenclaw Tower, he actually ran into Professor Snape in front of the tower.