Chapter 21: Orcs Will Never Be Slaves

Allen looked at Professor Snape with hope.

Professor Snape froze, looking at him with a gaze of pity for the mentally challenged, yet in Allen's eyes, this was interpreted as Professor Snape looking at him with care, his eyes full of encouragement.

Could this be encouraging me to shout with more momentum? The professor's requirements for the catchphrase are really high! Allen continued to imagine.

Then just shout! Anyway, there is no one else here, so Allen raised his right hand high and shouted:

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

Professor Snape continued to look at Allen with "care".

Is it still wrong? Right, Thrall shouted while holding Gorehowl, I am still missing a Gorehowl!

Allen looked around and quickly found the target—a cauldron stirring rod.

He reached out, took the stirring rod into his hand, raised it high, and shouted again:

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

Then he stared tightly at Professor Snape, thinking this time it must work! It must succeed in the catchphrase!

At this moment, Professor Snape sighed deeply, took the potion cup back from Allen's hand, and said to Allen helplessly: "No one wants to enslave you, this 'Orc'! Since you don't want to drink it, then don't drink it! I will tell Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall of your decision; if your body has problems afterwards, do not come looking for me again."

Professor Snape was so helpless that he couldn't even maintain his usual slow tone, quickly finishing these words, then turned and was about to leave.

Only then did Allen see the helplessness in Professor Snape's eyes.

That emotion of helplessness seemed... not fake! And when the professor spoke, he glanced at his head, as if looking at his horn; did the professor think 'Orc' was his self-designation?

Could it really be that I am overthinking? Imagining too much?

Allen suddenly woke up and hurriedly chased after the professor.

"Professor, listen to my explanation, things are not as you imagine! My brain is sick..."

Allen finally drank the potion provided by Professor Snape; although it smelled like stinky socks, the feeling after drinking it was better than the potions he had drunk at St. Mungo's before, he just didn't know why it made him a bit dizzy, his head felt foggy, he didn't want to eat dinner now, he just wanted to hurry back to his bed and sleep well.

He staggered back to the Gryffindor tower, but standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, he couldn't remember what today's password was?

Oh my, my brain is getting more and more dull! Allen shook his head hard.

"What is today's password?" Allen muttered to himself.

"Pig nose! (Note 1)" A clear voice came from behind.

Allen turned around and saw Hermione; she was holding a book and smiling at him.

"Miss Granger, please stop joking, tell me today's password quickly."

"Today's password is Pig Nose! Mr. Pig Nose!" Hermione covered her mouth with the book, letting out a giggle.

Allen turned his head and saw that the Fat Lady had indeed opened the door. Then he and Hermione climbed into the doorway together.

"Thank you! Miss Granger!" Allen said sincerely.

"You're welcome! Mr. Pig Nose!" Hermione answered haughtily, looking a bit unhappy; she hesitated and said, "Aren't we friends yet? You can actually call me Hermione."

"Ah! Hermione! We are already friends! You can also call me Allen." Allen answered hurriedly; a straight male can never refuse a cute girl's reasonable request.

"Haha, I just want to call you Mr. Pig Nose! This is so fun!" Hermione was very happy to hear this.

"Uh... okay, as long as you are happy!" Allen said with a bitter smile.

"Allen, you are a very interesting person, although your two roommates are very annoying." After Hermione finished speaking, she ran into the girls' dormitory.

Leaving Allen, who was at a loss,

Why did she run?

When Allen returned to his dormitory, he found he was the only one there; he simply washed up, returned to his bed to prepare for sleep, took out his wand to put it in the bedside drawer, but suddenly hesitated.

After drinking the potion today, the thought within his brain was surprisingly few; if the wand talent transformation happened today, the worse situation he imagined should not occur, right!

But fewer thoughts in the brain meant this would be a true random event; Allen felt a bit hesitant in his heart, this was a bit like opening a blind box, but the blind box itself was his own body.

At this moment, the conversation between Allen and Dumbledore that day floated up in Allen's mind again.

Do it! Go for it!

Allen made up his mind.

But for safety's sake, I should sleep naked today; last time the wand talent transformation ruined a set of my pajamas, I must pay attention this time; my body is developing so fast now, there are only a few sets of pajamas that fit me, I don't have money to buy new ones, I still need to pay attention.

Then Allen stripped himself naked, crawled into the quilt, and tightly gripped his wand with his right hand.

As soon as he touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Allen was shaken awake by someone; he got up unhappily, wrapped in the quilt, and found it was Harry and Ron; the two of them looked very excited, their small faces turned red from excitement.

"Allen, wake up quickly! We discovered a secret!" Ron whispered.

Allen, with sleepy eyes, said: "What! Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

"No, I just want to say it today, you don't know what we discovered in the school today!" Harry jumped in.

"We scheduled a duel with Malfoy today?" Ron said.

"Ah? Why did you go to duel him? And you didn't even bring me?" Allen instantly woke up a bit.

"Uh... we wanted to vent for you ourselves, so we didn't tell you." Ron added.

Allen wanted to refute them, but he saw Harry and Ron looked very wretched, and he felt instantly moved in his heart.

Since that flying lesson, they became very good friends; when you and someone experience an event together, you cannot help but develop affection for each other, especially an event known by many people; the flying lesson was just such an event.

I didn't expect them to duel Malfoy to vent for me! Allen thought, somewhat moved.

Ron excitedly continued: "Then we didn't see Malfoy at the designated spot, but were discovered by Filch, then we ended up in the corridor on the fourth floor?"

"The fourth floor corridor? The corridor Professor Dumbledore explicitly forbade entering at the start of the term?" Allen's heart jumped, "How dare you go in; if discovered, you could be expelled!"

"We were forced by Filch with no choice, so we accidentally entered the fourth floor corridor; this is not the point, the point is we saw a big dog with three heads." Ron used exaggerated gestures to show Allen the size of the big dog.

"And then?" Allen pressed on.

"And then we ran back!" Ron said proudly.

"What is there to be so excited about?" Allen couldn't understand the brain circuits of eleven-year-old young wizards.

"That's so cool!" Ron said excitedly.

"We found out it's guarding something, and it seems Hagrid brought it to Hogwarts. We've stumbled upon a big secret of Hogwarts," Harry added excitedly.

Allen had no interest in the big dog or the secret; his eyelids began to droop, and before long, he fell asleep.

Note 1: The password that appears in Chapter 9 of the first book of the original work.