At noon, Allen was having dinner at Gryffindor, and Ron took out his broken wand to try to stick it up with tape.

Ron looked at the unresponsive wand and said with a bitter face: "I'm finished."

Allen responded casually: "If you want to repair the broken wand, only a powerful stick maker can do it, and the time and money you spend are enough to buy a few new wands."

There is another saying that Allen didn't say, Dumbledore could repair the wand, and Hagrid's wand was repaired by Dumbledore, but it was impossible to help Ron.

"You can only buy a new wand." This is the best advice.

Ron shook his head; "My parents can't give money, in fact, my wand is an old wand Charlie used."

Alan said, "I heard that Fred and the others are looking for drug testers recently, and the price is quite high. You can borrow money from them and buy the wand first, and then be a drug tester and pay it back slowly."

Ron hesitated a little, drug testers are not a good job.

"The reason why you are mediocre is that you may be missing a magic wand. Everyone has their own magic wand. It will become unpleasant to use other people's wands. After all, the magic wand will accompany you for the rest of your life and you cannot settle it."

Allen's words completely touched Ron.

"I'll go and borrow money from them after dinner. Thank you Allen," Ron said excitedly.

Harry next to him was speechless. Ron was easily bent by Allen. He wanted to buy a magic wand and sold the beast fighting chess in his hand. After all, Ron was tired of playing the beast fighting chess.

At this moment, a flash made Harry's eyes flash, and a first-grade wizard stood opposite Harry.

The little wizard introduced himself with a camera: "My name is Colin Clivie, and I am also Gryffindor."

"Hi Colin, I'm glad to meet you." Harry responded politely.

Colin Clivie wanted to take a photo of Harry, and an owl interrupted his behavior.

The owl swayed in the air, holding a red letter in his mouth.

"Ron, is that your owl?"

The owl fell on the food, and Ron carefully picked up the red letter from the owl's mouth.

The owl stood up and flapped his wings and left.

The red envelope is usually a roar letter. Alan used a barrier for himself to completely block the sounds around him and slowly finished his lunch.

...

At night, Snape was sorting out information in the office, and a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

Snape pulled out his wand in an instant, and even the professor rarely looked for him at night, making it even more impossible for the students.

"Professor Snape, it's me!"

Hearing Allen's voice, a hint of surprise flashed across Snape's face. How could this thing look for him at night and violate the curfew?

"Come in." Snape put away his wand and sat on the chair with a deep look.

Allen entered the room with a smile, closed the door, and walked to Snape.

Snape said with a cold face and a very unfriendly voice, "What's the matter with you looking for me so late."

"Professor Snape, I want to make a deal with you."

“What deal?”

Allen took out a slightly yellow photo from the ring, where a pair of girls and boys were playing on the swing.

Snape's expression changed instantly, and he stood up and shouted, "How could you have a picture of her?"

Seeing Snape intending to reach out to grab it, Allen quickly took the photo back into the ring.

Snape saw the photo disappear and barely calm down.

"Answer me, why do you have a photo of her?" Snape felt uncontrollable in his calm voice.

Allen smiled and said, "During the summer vacation, I happened to visit Harry's house. I found this photo in the corner of the photo wall and took it out. Of course, I thoughtfully put the copy of the photo back into the photo frame. At least half a year, there will be no problem."

Snape naturally knew who Harry's guardian was, and it was not surprising that he had this photo.

"Tell me, what kind of transaction do you want to make."

Allen smiled slightly and replied, "I want you to make two bottles of potions for me. It should be very simple for you."

"Okay, I promise you." It was a simple thing for Snape, who was the master of potion, to make two bottles of potion.

"Since Professor Snape is so cheerful, I'll deliver the photos to you first." Allen put the photos on Snape's desk.

"This is the potion formula and the ingredients, which is very important to me. I hope Professor Snape doesn't add anything weird." Allen put the formula and the ingredients next to it.

Snape looked at the photo with his eyes, waved his hand, and signaled Alan to leave.

Of course, Allen would not disturb Snape and left the room carefully, but a sentence came from a distance, "Hurch Patchy buckles ten."

Allen was speechless, this was burning the bridge across the river.

...

Saturday, cloudy.

This weather is very suitable for outdoor activities, so Alan, Hermione, Ron and the other two followed Harry to Quidditch Stadium to watch training. It was just a small stadium in the castle, not the big stadium for the game.

But before training started, trouble came, and Slytherin's team also appeared on the court.

Allen didn't plan to pay attention to these farces. If you have this time, it would be better to read a few more books.

It was not until he heard this sentence that Allen raised his head and stared at Draco Malfoy who was saying this.

Draco Malfoy shivered in an instant, feeling a strong gaze tremble all over his body.

Draco Malfoy turned his head and happened to see Allen staring at him.

"No, Allen is actually here." Draco Malfoy trembled all over. Allen is also a Muggle family. He would never let him go when he heard this sentence from Mud Ba.

Allen put together the book and walked slowly towards Draco Malfoy. Everyone also noticed the movement between Malfoy and Allen.

"Apologize, the words like Nibazan will not appear in well-educated conversations. Malfoy, you are a pure blood family, don't be embarrassed for your family."

Although Allen did not exude momentum, no one dared to go against Allen.

Except for Marcus Flint, I just got a team of 2001 from Malfoy, and it is impossible to abandon Malfoy now.

So Marcus Flint stood up and said viciously: "Malfoy said it and said, you are originally mud-bred."

Before Marcus Flint could continue to talk, Allen flashed his body and a super circling kick kicked Marcus Flint into the air for three and a half weeks, and then slammed heavily on the ground.

Allen ignored the sceneless Marcus Flint and looked at Malfoy with expressionless expression.

Malfoy was frightened and felt that if he didn't apologize, he would be killed by Allen.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't call Granger a mud breed." Malfoy lowered his head and apologized.
Chapter completed!