In the cold night, the wizards who had just gotten off the Hogwarts Express walked quickly to the castle in the distance after getting off the carriage pulled by the Nightshade. Such weather made them not want to stay outdoors for a moment. They missed the warm stove of the castle, not to mention that there was a sumptuous dinner waiting for them.

"Professor Harris." In the cold wind, this voice made many young wizards shudder. After finding that the person Professor Snape was calling was Professor Harris, they shrank their necks and walked faster and more urgently.

Although the magic robe Alan was wearing could adjust the temperature, the biting cold wind blew on his face was not pleasant. In front of the big iron gate, the orange-yellow lantern shaking by the wind illuminated Snape's figure. His hooked nose and hands holding the lamp were already red from cold. Under his long black and greasy hair, those eyes looked at Alan eagerly.

"Good evening, Professor Snape," Allen said, his vague voice rang in the heart of the professor of Dark Magic Defense again, "Professor Snape, this is not a good place to talk. When you finish your work, go to the Potions Classroom. I'll go find you later."

Later, after the last few students put on robe hats in Snape's impatient gaze and quickly slipped towards the castle, Snape shook the lantern, and he slammed the Hogwarts door with an expressionless face, and knocked on the chain with his magic wand. With a metal collision, the chain squirted like a snake, locking the door tightly.

At this time, Allen was climbing up the stairs and walked towards his lounge along the huge steps. In the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle, Anka was once again attracted attention. This time, it was not just a little wizard, but even the people in the murals on the wall were looking at Anka on Allen's shoulders, walking around in the picture frame, whispering.

"Professor Harris." Dumbledore's old voice sounded, and he stood on a slightly higher step, looking at Allen from above the half-moon glasses.

Allen also greeted politely after raising his head: "Good evening, Principal Dumbledore."

"Congratulations, it is really a gratifying thing to be recognized by Phoenix." Dumbledore's eyes swept over Anka on Allen's shoulders, and he did not ask Ravenclaw Xianshen.

"Thank you, Principal." Alan touched Anka's feathers. At this time, Anka straightened her body, and her dark eyes looked vigilantly at Fox on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"This is Fox." Dumbledore smiled kindly at Anka.

Fox suddenly sang a song, the sound was illusory and ethereal, and the little wizard heard it felt the hair on his scalp standing up, as if the sound was shaking in his chest, bringing an inspiring force.

The crimson-winged Fox spread his wings and circled around Anka in the air, showing his golden tail and claws.

"Oh, Fox wants to be friends with your Phoenix, Professor Harris." Dumbledore looked at Fox and Anka with relief as the elderly were looking at their children. "Maybe they can be good friends, Professor Harris, you know they are different from us, and don't have that many ideas."

"Please don't let Fox approach Anca, Anca may attack it." Allen frowned and refused Dumbledore to allow Fox to approach Anca, warning Dumbledore, "Animals also have their own feelings and thoughts. Not having so many thoughts does not mean they won't think."

"Ah Ka, what is the Arab Immortal? What a good name." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Don't worry Professor Harris, they are all phoenixes, and they have their own way of getting along. Fox is just trying to please it."

Allen raised his eyes and glanced at Dumbledore with a kind face, raised his lips and stopped making a sound - since Dumbledore insisted so much, Anka would teach Fox how to be a Phoenix.

Fox slowly approached Anka. When it approached a certain position, Anka suddenly spread its wings and turned into a ball of flames and appeared above Fox. Its long golden beak was sang at Fox. Fox was not reacting at all. It was still singing strange songs in its mouth, but Anka seemed even more angry. It grabbed Fox's neck with its claws, and then bombarded Fox with its beak. Pecked here and there, and Fox's golden tail feather was scribbled off.

When the incident developed to the point where Anka began to viciously use the attack tactics it learned when it was in the wild and began to aim with his beak on the eyes of Fox who had been artificially kept in captivity for decades, the surprised Dumbledore and Allen, who pretended to be surprised, took them back separately on their respective shoulders.

"Sorry, Principal Dumbledore, Anka is proud and has been in the wild before. He has not been used to how to get along with others normally. If he makes a warning, he cannot get close easily." A bright red light passed by Dumbledore's eyes. Anka changed himself to Alan's shoulder closer to Fox, thinking that he had won, and was combing his feathers with his long beak with a provocative meaning. "I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore, I just heard you and thought that I had raised phoenixes for too short to understand their habits, so I'm sorry that I didn't stop it in advance..."

Fox fell behind Dumbledore, no longer had the majestic and arrogant look before. Its feathers were very messy and unprecedentedly embarrassed, but what was even more depressed was that it was obviously stunned by this inexplicable attack, and was traumatized on Dumbledore's shoulders as if it was traumatized - this made Allen a little apologize. After all, perhaps because of his own Animagus form, Fox's attitude towards Allen has always been quite good.

"The first time we met, we were still very strange to each other. If we became familiar with each other in the future, maybe they would eventually make friends." Dumbledore, who found a step for Fox and himself, held his glasses. His blue eyes were full of doubts through the crescent-shaped glasses. He looked at Anka, who began to rub against Alan's cheek intimately, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart - is the difference between the male and female phoenixes' personalities so big? Fox and Ke have never been so close to him.

Alan refused to comment on Dumbledore's words, but he was too lazy to argue with Dumbledore about such a doomed and meaningless topic, "Then, Principal Dumbledore, please allow me to surrender first, I have to go back to my office to sort out the salute..."

"Professor Harris, please wait." Dumbledore called out again to Allen who wanted to turn around and leave.

Allen turned sideways and waited calmly for his next sentence.

"If... your ancient magic class only teaches dark magic with light levels of danger, give up those dark magic that are too dangerous..." Dumbledore stared at Allen, and the air seemed to be frozen, "I will no longer object to you setting this course."

"According to the seven types of talismans classified by modern magic, strictly speaking, the obstacles in evil curses are considered to be slightly black magic. Although the effect of petrification is completely different from petrification itself, it also belongs to cursed magic - and curses are usually used to cause harm to victims, control or even death... Like evil curses and poison curses, Hogwarts students will already learn some of them in school." Allen looked at Professor Dumbledore and said solemnly, "Most of these magic can be offset or removed through special cracking curses and general anti-curses, so we have already made the case.

They are used to it, but they also show their lack of effect. Of course, I will not let my students use magic that cannot be reversed or that there is no chance to reverse on their classmates. I have been strengthening this, like their protective suits and wands that will reduce the power of the spell... So, Principal Dumbledore, I believe you also know the recent news about Ms. Royna Ravenclaw, I promise you this is true. If you can give up against my reforms, I am willing to plead with Ms. Ravenclaw to remove the vicious curse on your hands for you and cooperate with you to solve the mysterious man. What do you think?"

Dumbledore choked for a moment, but he could not agree to Allen's condition that seemed very favorable to him. In fact, if he wanted, as Snape told him, he would spend his time on the curse in his hands, he was confident that he could solve it by himself alone... But he could not watch so many students contact the dangerous, evil, and black magic that was easily lost in power when their behavior was most easily shaped and distorted: "Alan... Since we both cooperated with each other, you also think that it could solve Tom, why should we let the students risk learning these spells again?"

"Because we have solved Tom, it is hard to guarantee that the next Dark Lord Jerry will not appear. We have to teach our compatriots to try to solve problems on their own or take a step back, so that they can be more capable of waiting for people like us to solve problems for them. And if the strength of each individual in the wizarding world can be improved, the good chain reaction caused will make the wizarding world develop... But forget it, Principal Dumbledore, it depends on our own methods..." Allen shrugged and spread his hands to act helplessly, then said goodbye to Dumbledore and continued to move forward towards his own office with steps.
Chapter completed!