Chapter 309： Don't forget to remember (modified, thanks to Super Silver Dameng Ksg ...

Hearing Allen's words, Buckbeak raked the ground with his front hooves and raised his pointed head.

Allen grabbed the rope on Buckbeak and led Buckbeak into the pet space.

Tina saw Allen, spread her wings in surprise, and threw Allen directly to the ground.

"Haha, Tina, get up!" Tina's feathers touched Allen's face and neck, making Allen want to laugh.

Tina flew obediently, and then looked at Buckbeak curiously.

"Tina, this is Buckbeak, I hope you will get along well?"

Tina circled around Buckbeak, Buckbeak raised her hooves, stretched her huge wings.

Tina flew to Buckbeak and stared at Buckbeak's cold eyes.

Suddenly, as Tina flew higher and higher, Buckbeak's huge wings spread again, chasing behind Tina.

Allen folded his arms around his chest and smiled, watching their figures flying smaller and smaller ...

After notifying Maggie to take good care of them, Allen flashed out of the pet space and went straight to the room where he asked for help. He also wanted to see information about the transformation of Animagus.

At the same time, in the library, Penello found that he could not enter the state of reading.

Like Allen, the scene of that day was always turning around in her mind.

"It's a real grind!" She couldn't help getting anxious and put down "Wisdom Black Magic" in her hand.

Looking up and looking around, Penello piled up a bunch of big heads high, blocking him in front.

She took out a crumpled booklet from her backpack and squeezed it on her lap while studying.

"what are you doing?"

A curious voice came.

Penello's hand flicked, and the booklet fell to the ground.

Penello quickly leaned over and tried to pick it up, but someone was faster than her.

"" Magic Massage "?"

The sound made Penello a little blushing. She looked up — it was Hermione Granger.

Hermione looked at Penello in surprise and returned the booklet to her.

Penello pretended to take it calmly and tucked it into his own bag.

"You know." Penello raised his delicate chin, and the arc looked extremely beautiful.

Hermione looked at her puzzled and sat beside her.

"Allen was selected to the national team, and his daily training is very hard. I learned the massage techniques in this book, which can help him effectively relieve muscle damage and reduce the pain caused by training."

Penello explained solemnly, but the pair of crystal earlobes were already flushed.

What seemed to come to mind, Penelope's shining eyes rolled around Hermione, biting her lips lightly.

"Don't look at Alan is always gentle and gentle. In fact, his muscles are developed and very stylish. The muscles on his abdomen are firm and firm, yet firm yet elastic ..."

Penello's eyes became dim.

Hermione looked at Penello, her fingers unconsciously twisting the cuff of her magic robe.

Penello's eyes suddenly settled on Hermione's face, and Hermione looked at her expressionlessly.

"He enjoys my massage very much. I think he needs me every day to help him relieve fatigue."

Penello chuckled softly, and the sound was like a small feather, gently scratching his heart.

Even if Hermione was a girl, she had to admit that the laughter was really soft.

Penelope took a deep look at Hermione, picked up his bag, and left the seats, walking out of the library.

Hermione was sitting in her seat, and she spread out the New Principles of Mathematics and Divination.

It's strange that the numbers and symbols that used to be known in the past turned around in her mind, but they finally turned into a row of letters-"Magic Massage".

Hermione simply clasped the book, her hands on her cheeks, and she looked confused.

Also a good friend, Penello can help Alan massage, what can he do for Alan?

Alan is not like Ron and Harry. He is the first in his grade, and his reading notes may not help him.

What about homework? He never seemed to be stumped by his assignment.

Take care of his life? He is from Ravenclaw, but he is sitting at the Gryffindor long table, and I am afraid there is nothing to help him.

Can't you help him brush his teeth and do oral care?

Hermione was restless.

Allen's look through the books in the request room was more and more joyful.

He has recently clearly noticed that the attribute potions have improved his intelligence and perception.

As Allen flipped through the Black Book's "Animagus Transform Guide", the system prompted the sound-"Congratulations to the host, the ability to‘ meet and forget ’’ reaches its fullness. "

After reviewing the system, Allen was pleased to find that the ability to remember is not only memorable, but not only the text, but also the pictures and sounds.

Even if the sound is more complicated and the picture changes more, he can remember it in his mind after he has seen it and heard it again.

Not only that ~ www.novelhall.com ~ When he remembers, he can even control the memory to enlarge or reduce the picture arbitrarily, and intercept the clips he wants to listen to.

In this way, Alan not only doubled the speed of reading through the materials, but more importantly, he understood the books easier and read them more easily.

After Allen read all the books about Animagus in his collection, the plan in his heart became more and more mature.

However, in order to increase the success rate, Allen turned his attention to the restricted area of ​​the library.

At the time, he had become a tacit agreement with Dumbledore, he would not actively interfere in the growth of Harry and the operation of the Order of the Phoenix, and the restricted area of ​​the library was opened to Alan in private.

Now, it's time to enjoy the fruits of their negotiations.

In the following days, in addition to the daily stressful learning and training life, Allen's attention was focused on studying Animagus deformation.

Almost every night, Allen has to visit the library's restricted area.

Until this day, Allen came to the library as usual, and was surprised to find that Filch was sitting on a wooden armchair and was standing in front of the library door.

Mrs. Loris lay prone on his feet, looking around cautiously, looking suspiciously in the direction of Allen several times.

"Baby, is there a problem?" Filch looked down at Mrs. Lorris.

Mrs. Loris gave a few soft calls, which attracted Filch's caress.

"I've always felt something wrong here recently. Mrs. Pings actually forgot to lock the door every day? I want to see what the reason is."

Although Allen was a little anxious about not being able to enter the closed library, he was keenly aware of Filch's tone-a hint of vinegar!