The pointed branch hat hanging at the top of the cabinet next to the wide principal's desk suddenly made a sound, and the crack next to the brim opened like a mouth: "Two gentlemen! Please don't fight in the principal's office! You will break my newly repaired skin... Our inside must be closely united, otherwise everything will collapse from the inside..."

Under the new system, the leather of the branch hat and the brim that was worn out with very old brinks were repaired, and many wrinkles on it were smoothed out. Compared to the past, it was very dirty, full of patches and gray. Now, because of the domestic elves, it regularly cleans and maintains it, making it look like a normal wizard hat when it is not talking. At this time, the tip of the branch hat is bent in a cowardly manner. After changing into a new suit, it seems that it has forgotten its former inappropriateness. If it weren't for not having feet, he obviously wanted to hide himself so that his new skin would be damaged.

But the little hand on the side didn't worry about the granary hat. He had already pulled out two metal wands from the cabinet and threw them accurately at the two people in the confrontation.

"Come on, snot, let me see your growth... Haha, or metal?" Sirius took the suppression wand and then put away his hand. After Snape was like this, the two of them casually gestured for the duel ceremony, bowed slightly, and then Sirius began to chant the spell: "Inverted Golden Bell!"

Snape did not chant the spell, he just waved his wand at Sirius--not showing any obvious signs, no beams, sparks, concealment of light wires, and vicious black magic gushed out of his suppression wand...

After a little while.

A fire flashed in the principal's room. Alan hummed a jazz song that was not a good tune and returned to the private room upstairs behind his desk. He had just fed Hermione some chicken soup stewed by Maggie. The brief warmth made him feel slapped and rosy, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised due to pleasure. Anka on Allen's shoulders was obviously satisfied with eating some chicken. The chicken oil on its beak had not been cleaned.

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

The next moment, Alan's smile suddenly stiffened on his face, and Anka on his shoulder also grabbed Alan's shoulders tightly before stabilizing his body. Each person and a bird were stunned by the scene in front of him.

The glass on the table with long legs was falling from time to time, and the sound of the slamming water made the background sound of the principal's office sound more elegant - one of the glass tanks containing dark green liquid was split into pieces, and a brain in the green liquid was floating in the air to try to entangle Sirius, like a fish jumping around, spitting silk, spreading in circles like a roll of movie film, wrapping towards Sirius, who was scratched all over his body. He looked like a beggar's outfit, and many parts of his body were covered in blood. In addition to dealing with this flying cauliflower-like brain, Sirius was also entangled in his legs by the black snake summoned by Snape with an oolong out of the hole.

Snape looked more decent than Sirius in his clothes, but his eyes were blackened by Sirius, and his nose was also tilted - it was just the opposite direction to Dumbledore's crooked nose. The hand that he did not use his wand was flipped on his waist, not for his posture, but because the belt in his robe was blown off, and the dean of Slytherin had to prevent his pants from falling off in this way.

In this case, the middle-aged witch with black curly hair on the shawl and the greasy black-haired middle-aged witch with greasy black-haired witch with black hair on the shawl were obviously already at the top, and the two would cast several evil curses on each other from time to time.

However, after only staying on the two of them for a while, Alan pulled back to the decor of the principal's office, which he had carefully renovated during the summer vacation. At this time, the place was already in a mess. The decoration of the principal's room was completely ruined, and the portraits of the principals who had not been really damaged were basically gone in the picture frames. The old principals had already run out of this office to take refuge. Only Sirius' ancestor Phineas Nigels Black also poked his head out from time to time to observe the duels of his descendants.

Anka, who had just eaten and drunk enough, was completely unprepared for the situation in front of him. His round eyes looked at the scene in disbelief, suddenly flapped his wings and flew around his mitril-plated perch. He looked around carefully and found that he was intact and had not been damaged by any scratches. The phoenix relaxed a little, and then squatted on his perch and stopped moving. His sharp beak with chicken oil turned towards Sirius and Snape, guarding his perch with alertness.

Alan, who predicted the loss, raised his pale hand that looked bloodier than usual, and first shot Snape and Sirius at each other's attacks in the air, returned to their own body and let them groan each other, and then made the suppression wand in their hands turn into two big poisonous snakes to sneak attack the two male witches who were still focusing on each other, entangling them in place.

Before the Feitian brain continued to attack Sirius, it was held by Allen's bare hands. The sticky brain curled up and wrapped Alan's hands. The thinking tentacles on the brain entangled Alan's fingers and wanted to pierce into his skin, but it was like a thorn piercing a thick layer of iron armor. No matter how they seemed soft, but actually sharp tentacles pierced into Allen's skin, and were immediately thrown back into another intact glass jar by the principal of Hogwarts.

"Principal Harris, this idiot!"

"Hiss..." Sirius, who had lost his freedom, seemed to feel the scars created by these tentacles at this moment. He cursed angrily, "Is these disgusting flying cauliflower the professor of Hogwarts who belong to him?"

"Silly dog, your brain closure is too bad." Snape ridiculed contemptuously, "It just thinks you are better at dealing with it!"

"Shut up! Are you two here specifically to demolish my principal's room? Those are the damage caused by black magic, which is difficult to repair." Allen's finger pointed to the messy ground, and the exquisite silverware that was smashed into pieces; the thin legs with ornaments spread out on the floor, and several thin legs broke and rolled in different directions; the traces left by the mottled blades on the tall fireplace were shocking; the fragmented frame left black burning marks, and the fluctuations of black magic remained on it...

Sirius and Snape finally recovered their rationality and did not continue to struggle. Looking at the current situation in the principal's office, they couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, especially Snape, who was still a little ashamed of his heart. He was not afraid of Allen, but thought that he would lose some rationality because of Sirius.

However, at this time, Alan paid attention to the words left by the little hand on the long table. Alan, who had instantly figured out the cause and effect, moved his fingers. The little hand seemed to be pulled by invisible force, and then he was taken up by Alan as a whip and whipped three times. Then he pulled it back to the original mat, and a transparent glass cover was summoned from a corner of the room and flew over it.

"Provoke them to duel and lock you up for three days as punishment..." Allen said sternly to the little hand - he also realized that even though the little hand had already left the body, some things in Voldemort's character still affected this undead creature.

"It's all that snot, and I like to use black magic." Sirius raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise it will be easy to repair..."

A uglier red tide surged across Snape's palette-like face, and his cold eyes lingered on Sirius like a poisonous snake. "Blake, my spell is your target, but the spell that damages these things is bounced back with your armor..."
Chapter completed!