Afterwards, the students pulled out their wands and looked at the demons who were forbidden. They only took out their pocket watches and looked at the get out of class that was about to end. They were only the ones Hermione and Draco who had practiced privately in advance were quite skillful. Others with some talent also released at most one or two. More students just let the tip of their wands shine.

After all, the rules of casting spells of this magic are not very similar to ordinary spells. The little wizards are contacting each other for their first time, and they have no previous experience for their reference. Although Michael Kona successfully released a missile, he was distracted because he was disturbed before casting the spell and set his target on Semo Fenigan, who used the magic missile to turn into a thunderbolt explosion spell. Fortunately, Allen countered in time, otherwise even if practicing the wand suppressed the power of the spell, he would inevitably stay in the courtyard for a long time.

Seeing the enthusiasm and accidents that are prone to happen under the enthusiasm of the wizards, and felt that they were actually more dangerous than he expected, Alan had to remind him: "Before you master it, don't use it against people in normal duels," Alan's expression became very serious, "Whether it is a magic missile or you can learn iron armor and shield techniques soon, although this kind of force field spell cannot cause permanent damage to the ghosts, it will inevitably make it difficult for them to maintain their form for the time being... So these spells are used rigorously on the ghosts... Of course, Pipi Ghost is exception."

Although Allen didn't say it clearly, the little wizards knew that this was for Ms. Gray's sake. If it was broken up, it would not be lethal to the ghost, but it was probably extremely insulting...

"So, I'll clean up the scene first..."

As he said that, Allen waved the suppression wand in his hand, and a series of twenty magic missiles wrapped in starlight continued to erupt from his wand, running towards the three demons and hundreds of eye ghosts in the imprisonment circle.

The blue energy was automatically divided into three waves, rumbling at them continuously, and the broken orange arms were flying all over the sky. When the bombing sound stopped, only some broken limbs and arms were left in the confinement circle. The core part of the three hundred-eyed ghosts had been blown into orange-yellow flesh paste, and a large pool was spread out on the ground.

The wizards' sucking sounds instantly on the field. Although everyone knows about Allen's strength, it is not common to kill three demons in one breath, let alone use a scene of suppressing the one-time destruction caused by the magic wand.

"This is an advanced magic missile storm that uses the same principle of magic missiles." Allen said to the students with surprise, "Just as I said just now, this will be placed in college and temple. Interested students can go to these places before graduation to further their studies. Now, let's get off the get out of class."

The students who had been free for the whole class seemed a little messy after hearing the orders, and recalled the happy life before being taught by Penelo.

"Hermione, supper, my mother asked you to come to my house for dinner. You put the book back to the dormitory and wait for us to go together... Uh? Emily?" Allen stopped his eyes on his sister for a moment. After the two of them looked at each other, he moved his eyes to Emily, "Then, Miss Parkinson, please come with me to the office later. I happen to have something to ask you."

Pansy, who was suddenly named, had a sudden smile that had been revealed by successfully casting a magic missile and froze on the corner of her mouth. She didn't know what happened, but she didn't dare to delay. She immediately greeted Emily and Draco and walked towards Allen.

At this time, Allen had waved to Hermione to ask her to go back and put things first. Now, in front of the perch, Anka gently woke the sleeping phoenix with soft wings, and then quickly wrote a sentence on a note, and handed it to the claws of the still confused phoenix.

"Anka, give this note to the wardens Felch. Be gentle, he can't do magic." Allen said softly, then stepped after the flames, and took Pansy who was already standing next to him, and took her out of the duel arena.

Pansy followed Alan in a little cramped manner and slowly came to the ugly huge stone beast on the third floor. Unlike the others who visited, when Alan approached, the stone beast jumped to the side, and the wall behind it began to crack in half, revealing the spiral staircase behind the wall.

The two walked along the stairs for a few steps.

"Then, Pansy, I want to go up and prepare something, you can come up slowly." Allen said and stepped into the shadow.

Pansy shrank back into her belly without having time to speak. She speculated that Allen probably didn't want to climb from the third floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor... After all, when he acted on his own, he obviously wouldn't take this passage that only other professors and students would use.

Pansy, who saw through but didn't say it out, finally entered this quiet and gorgeous office when he was a little breathless.

Anka obviously had come back long ago. It seemed that it hadn't had enough sleep during the class time. It was huddling on the perch behind the door and pretending to sleep. When Pansy walked in, its eyes rolled around Pansy, as if it began to make a judgment in its heart. Then it shook its gorgeous tail, ignored the little witch in front of her who was not regarded as a threat by her, and began to cover the third eyelid called the instant membrane on its eyes.

"Sit as you like... wait for me for a few minutes..." Allen was already sitting behind the principal's desk with the table legs shaped like a raven, but he was looking for something under the table with his head down, so Pansy had to sit down on the chair placed in front of the desk as he spoke.

As soon as she sat down, the things on the table attracted Pansy's attention. It was a pale hand, which stood quietly on a tray lined with a red velvet cloth. She found that the hand was "living" and had her own perception. Because she had just taken the seat, the pale hand turned over flexibly, stretched out her five fingers like a spider's legs as if she had just woken up, and then her fingers were slightly bent, as if she was greeting Pansy who had just entered.

Pansy was stunned and didn't know if he should give the gift back to the big hand, so he nodded randomly. After receiving the hand response, she felt that she had done the right thing.

The glass jars on the small table with slender legs on the left hand also began to move and make noises. Although Pansy had not come to the principal's office like other students, she had also heard of their famous name. The dark green liquid, like sticky cauliflower, would wrap around the students who were too close to each other, bringing fantasy and pain to these victims and leaving deep wounds. If you are not lucky, you will start to flow out of your mouth.

So Panxi turned to the right and moved away from the glass cylinder.

"Sorry, I just found that there were no ice cubes to delay it." Allen had already stood up at this time.

Pansy saw that Allen was just tinking underneath and was using magic to make ice. He was using his fingers to use his magic to cut the frozen ice into a suitable size and put it in his cup filled with dark brown liquid with small bubbles. Although Pansy could not understand why it was approaching Christmas and the cold weather outside was still adding ice...

"What do you want to drink? Black tea? Pumpkin juice? Coke?" Allen pointed below. It was the drink cabinet in his desk.

"Then just pumpkin juice..." Pansy responded and added, "Uh, if you can, don't add ice."

The little hand took the initiative to move himself. It dragged a bottle of pumpkin juice in front of Pansi. After Pansi thanked him again, he twisted the lid of the pumpkin-shaped one on it.

"Pancy, you know some of the little witches of Hufflepuff may become afraid to drink it because a dead hand helped them to twist the lid, so don't blame the little hand. It has learned its lesson a few times. I know you don't mind, but the little hand hasn't learned how to distinguish the style of the academy." Allen took a sip of the drink himself, the cold and comfortable and the carbon dioxide in it made him burp, "Sorry... I'm rude, let's talk about some serious business, Pancy... I heard that your father contacted you with the fireplace recently? Where is he on? Bulgaria?"

For a moment, Pansy held the glass bottle of pumpkin juice tightly, feeling that the chill on it came from her fingertips - she only mentioned this to Emily before class, and Emily was always with her. She didn't notice what she had to communicate with Allen, and even she didn't know where her father was, and the other party could actually give a place name.
Chapter completed!