"Although my sister has become a snake in both blood curse and Animagus, and it has become a little repetitive... But health is the most important thing." Daphne said, looking at Astoria, her eyes were very gentle and unwilling to be so proud of her usual pride. "Principal Harris, this is your credit. You have avoided this nightmare and entangled the curse of the Greengrass family for centuries... and also provided us with a way to become Animagus more easily."

"This is also the result of your own efforts." Allen was a little happy to see the other party demonstrated to him. "Daphne, your blood curse is better to wait until it strikes. Then go directly to find a temple or a protective umbrella. After graduation, you will be considered my students..."

"Allen, you must attend my wedding with Olim when you come back!" Hagrid, who was in the teacher's seat, looked at Allen so much that he had received more favor from the other party. He choked up and stuffed a bunch of ground centipede flowers and invitations to Allen, "I added stewed lamb to the wedding menu!"

Hearing Hager's words also gave Felch courage. He looked at Mrs. Pins and walked over with his hands.

This is not much news for the students. Since the day Filch was no longer a squib, the relationship between the two has basically followed. Although Mrs. Pins seems to be not young last year, Filch and her still make the elderly library administrator younger and much younger.

"Principal Harris, Old Felch has the opportunity like this today because of you... You must come back safely..." At this time, tears appeared in the administrator's turbid eyes, and he bowed and choked at Allen.

Mrs. Irma Pins seemed to be more steady: "Principal... If you come back and have time, please come to my wedding with Argus Felch..."

Allen solemnly collected the other party’s two invitations: “As long as you don’t arrange for the same day, I will definitely come…”

The other professors also stood up and left their positions, and began to come and wish Mrs. Haeger and Pins and the others and the reminiscing with Allen.

After a few words of her well-educated greetings with her colleagues who announced the good news, Professor McGonagall faced her straight towards Allen. Her head, which was slightly closed, shook slightly and paused for a moment, as if she was considering the language.

"President Harris, I have long disagree with what I think of as radical ideas about the reform of magic education. I believe that students should be safer... In fact, even now I am not used to the undead around me, even if I occasionally start to call out a few people to help me carry cauldrons so that the students can turn them into cups... But I have to admit that the little wizards do not need protection as I and Albus had imagined before..." McGonagall crossed his hands in front of him, "I know that although you are Ravenclaw, you also have the courage of Gryffindor. You are not afraid of any challenges in the face of the Dark Lord and the God of Death... But I still want to be careful in everything. I look forward to the future of Hogwarts under you..."

When Allen heard Professor McGonagall's words, he understood that the other party had truly recognized himself from the bottom of his heart. After being moved, he pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "Professor McGonagall, after today you will not be my professor of transformation, but my professor of transformation... You can't punish me to do my homework..."

"Mileva must regret it. When you were her student, she was your professor, she didn't punish you to write a few pages..." Professor Sprout smiled and said, holding a sealed oval jar in her hand. "Alan...Philius is right. You are a good child... Since we adults are incompetent, we can only solve it..." The dirty and chubby witch looked at the witch with some love, "I heard that entering the underworld will lose vitality, and there will definitely be no plants that can survive... I can't help you in the battle... But I chose some that I had to cook until it was cooked to eat... I don't know if the nutrition will pass there, but at least they have a strong sense of fullness. I also try to mix it with flavor and keep it for a long time... Alan, at least today, my students are not just my principal, I can't let my students go to that kind of place and still have hungry..."

"Then, His Majesty Harris..."

A male voice sounded a little sarcastic. He deliberately called Alan's new identity and did not call him principal like other teachers and students.

"Miss Granger found me a few days ago... asked me to take action for someone who was asking for trouble for himself... to make a batch of potions that she planned for when she could think of a situation... Although I don't want to follow the situation she imagined... But at least she said one thing well, the precision, scientificity and strictness of the potion preparation doomed that the quantity of products in her company would not be as efficient as I simmered it in a low heat..." Snape was still sitting in his original state at this time

The seat did not get up like everyone else, "Before the banquet, I had asked the house elf to deliver this batch of potions to you to the office..." He turned the ring on his hand, "In the end, I have to say that I plan to go to the underworld to fight in person... It's so stupid as if the arrogant man had revised the secrets, but your education reform has been rolled out so much, and I think you have to take responsibility for it yourself... Others don't have the energy to finish you, and they don't know the plan..."

"That old bat is basically saying that he loves Allen... Speaking of which, Hermione hasn't even come to have a sick dinner in recent days?"

As soon as Harry sighed, he felt a red figure flashing not far away from him. It turned out that Parvati, who had just spoken, had prepared for Principal Harris to go to the underworld. When he thought of what Allen was about to do, his eyes were sore. He felt that the few words of gratitude just now were not enough to express his feelings and ran over.

The brave and famous Indian girl ran and pulled her scarless telescopic brat bag and kept searching inside, but she couldn't find anything when she walked.

"Miss Pettier?" Professor McGonagall noticed that his student stood straight at the faculty desk, then nodded in a clear and gentler tone than usual, "I think Principal Harris will be very moved to teach you such a courageous student, but I think we can't help him too much in this matter, just send your blessings..."

"Thank you Professor McGonagall...I..." Parvati's face turned red because she couldn't find something, so she suddenly rubbed a few golden rings on her fingers, pinched them tightly in her palm, and then crossed the golden ring she was holding and handed them to Allen, "Principal Harris, I have nothing to help you. I'll give you this ring my father made for me..."

Originally, Alan, whose eyes were soft and moved by the professors, noticed this after hearing McGonagall's words. Then, when he looked at the other party's ring, his smile suddenly became frozen, and his expression seemed a bit like his father Irving was caught and hugged the former French minister. Alan waved his hand quickly and began to consider his lines and wanted to say something...
Chapter completed!