Adventures of the Prince of HP

What is it like to have a very talented, smart and worry-free junior?Salazar lay in the pocket of Alan's robe that had cast a space spell, feeling that he had a great say.He comfortably followed Allen to the History of Magic class, and was drowsy when he was read by Professor Binns' flat and flat voice, and then listened to his children's speeches and discussions from time to time, which won a bunch of extra points for Slytherin. Said, this feeling is quite special.

Allen's history of magic course notes are done very seriously, unlike other courses that only he can understand, with a few words of notes, the notes are neat, the key and difficult test points are carefully marked, and there are even notes.He glanced at the sleeping platinum peacock next to him, his eyes filled with indulgence.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that followed, Allen listened to Professor Quirrell stuttering and reading the textbook with a blank face, and deeply missed his specially-appointed teachers who were gentle and straightforward. Take notes - Draco was so angry that he simply stopped attending the class.After class, Quirrell left Alan behind, and Draco had to go to the cafeteria first.

Allen looked impatiently at the cowering man, and asked with a smile on his face, "What's the matter, Professor?"

Quirrell stammered, "Ai, Alan, Deng, Principal Dumbledore said, said, you are a genius, so I want to teach you a spell."

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Please."

Quirrell showed off a disarming spell, which he said without stuttering.

Allen waved his wand without making a sound, and a red light knocked Quirrell's wand into the air—he had just received special training from the Snake Ancestor last night.

Quirrell seemed to be frightened, but there was a blush on his face, and his eyes were pleasantly surprised, "Ai, Ai Lun, you are really, the most, most talented student I have ever seen! No, silent curse!" He said from the next table He picked up a book and handed it to Alan, "This, this book is for you! It contains very, very profound magic, and, maybe you will like it."

Allen took the book and saw a few frayed silver characters "...Level...Magic Theory" on its black cover. He thanked him and turned to leave. When he left the classroom, he stuffed it into the pocket where the space curse was cast. inside.

Draco looked at Alan who came late, and asked strangely, "What did that stutterer tell you?"

Allen narrowed his eyes, moved closer to Draco, and lowered his voice, "He wants to teach me the disarming spell, and he also gave me a book. With the magic power he showed and his proficiency in spells, he should be strong."

Draco pursed his lips. "Come on, that's him? Scared like that by a vampire!"

Allen lowered his eyes, feeling even more vigilant in his heart.

Dumbledore's importance to him, Snape's attention to Harry, Quirrell's strange attitude, and the theft from Gringotts, it seems that everyone is hiding something. He always feels that there seems to be a net spreading, but the source is He has no idea where or who he is hunting.This kind of ignorance made him very insecure, and he didn't know what to eat, so he simply put down the fork.

The flying lesson in the afternoon made Allen experience the same frustration as the Potions class again.Before the class, he had been listening to Draco and the other little snakes bragging about how he nearly crashed into a helicopter while riding a broom. real helicopter.

Then he met Waterloo in his driving career.

Unlike Potions class, playing with broomsticks is a matter of talent.

Allen seemed to understand a little bit how children usually felt about him.

Seeing that Harry got the broom obediently with one yell, Draco succeeded twice, and he yelled "get up" for the tenth time with no expression on his face, the broom still didn't move, Draco looked at him gloating.

Allen squinted. He would exercise for 10 minutes every day under Edward's supervision since he was a child. When he was older, he would go to the military region for training every summer vacation. He had touched cars, military vehicles, even tanks, motorboats, yachts, motorboats, and even the joysticks of helicopters. , Actually fell on the broom!He took a deep breath, stared at the broom with the left and right protruding, "If you don't get up again, I will burn you!"

The broom trembled and jumped obediently into his hand.

When Salazar lay in his pocket and heard this sentence, he was very relieved. He was still worried that his little offspring was too gentle, how to teach him black magic, um, so he also had a temper!very good very good!And, he hates brooms too!

Draco felt that Allen was quite scary sometimes!Especially when angry.He understood that, as a genius, Allen could easily cast all the spells, but when it came to the broom, he fell into a big hole, and no one could bear it.

When everyone grabbed their brooms, Mrs. Hooch said, "Next, when you hear me whistle, you should kick the ground hard, keep your balance, hover in the air, then lean forward slightly, and return to the ground. Listen to me whistle, three, two, one!"

But before she could blow the whistle, a round-faced boy left the ground. He seemed to panic, and the broom kept going up.Mrs. Hooch shouted, "Mr. Longbottom!" Harry shouted, "Neville!"

Allen straddled the broom and glanced sideways. He had memorized the 28 pure-blood surnames long ago, and Longbottom was one of them. Since he is not a little Muggle wizard, it has nothing to do with him.So he just glanced at Neville, who was rising higher and higher, and watched Neville spin 360 degrees in the air, hit the wall into a hula hoop, and then rushed towards the crowd, was hung on the spear of the castle statue, Finally fell to the ground, Allen looked away indifferently, and then glanced at the shivering broom that he threw on the ground casually, thinking that the broom was more dangerous than a helicopter.

Mrs. Hooch sent the poor, slightly reckless child to the medical wing, and just when Allen wasn't paying attention, something happened there.

Draco picked up the memory ball that Neville dropped on the ground, and taunted, "Did you see how stupid he is? If the fat man remembers to squeeze this memory ball, he should know how to land on his meaty ass."

Harry's green eyes were stained with anger, and he took a step forward, "Give me the memory ball, Malfoy!"

Draco turned his head and frowned, "No way, I was thinking of where to hide for Longbottom to find!" When Allen looked over, he just stepped on the vertical broom and flew into the sky.

Allen smiled softly when he saw him reach the air handsomely and smoothly, and stabilized his figure easily. It turned out that the little peacock was not all bragging about his skills.

The little peacock arrogantly threw the memory ball in the air, and shouted, "How about the roof? Why, Pote, can't you reach it?" That tugging and arrogant look made Alan's heart soften.

Harry looked angrily at Draco in the air, and flew into the sky despite Hermione's dissuasion.Draco seemed startled by Harry's momentum, and threw the memory ball far away, "Then you can try to get it!"

Harry passed Draco in an instant, speeding off after the Rememeber.Draco's figure in the air was swayed by Harry's passing air for a moment, almost frightening Alan half to death, but fortunately, he quickly stabilized his figure and slowly descended from the air .

Alan hurried over to pick him up, completely abandoning the slow pace required by the royal family, and was about to stuff the chocolate into his mouth. However, the peacock looked at the direction Harry was flying intently with a ruddy face. After a meal, he stuffed the chocolate into his mouth.

...Looking at the spirit of this peacock, he is probably the only one who is frightened.