Chapter 259: Farewell

"Alright—" Harry, Ron, and Hermione replied with difficulty.

Then they began to examine the magic scrolls handed to them.

The magic scrolls were roughly similar in appearance, made of some kind of beast skin rolled into a small cylinder, tightly wound, with a metal ring carved with mysterious runes in the center of the scroll; they looked like ordinary scrolls, each marked with an arrow at one end.

"Why are the colors of the scrolls we received different?" Hermione asked, puzzling over the blue magic scroll in her hand.

"The three scrolls have different colors because the transformed beasts they produce serve different functions," Allen explained.

"The scrolls you and Hermione received are for small-scale combat, while the white scroll Harry holds is the most powerful of all."

"Can these scrolls really transform into powerful beasts?" Ron touched the somewhat thin scroll in his hand, suddenly losing confidence.

"Trust me," Allen's gaze swept over the three of them, "the combat power of every transformed beast is enough to easily defeat an adult wizard." He said in a deep voice.

"Actually, based on my experience fighting Black last time, any transformed beast from any scroll could defeat Sirius Black; it's just a matter of how quickly they are defeated. But I'm afraid Sirius Black has some trump cards he hasn't used yet, so I prepared three scrolls for you."

"Use these scrolls according to the situation; Ron and Hermione's scrolls can be used first, while Harry's scroll can be saved for last. When danger arises, use these scrolls without hesitation," Allen emphasized again.

The three of them looked at the scrolls in their hands and fell silent; they then looked at the Blade Leopard in the room. Although they still couldn't believe the power of the magic scrolls in their hands, Allen had never let them down before.

"And did you see the arrow mark on the scrolls? You need to point the arrow at the transformation target when unrolling the scroll," Allen continued.

"Thank you, Allen," Harry suddenly spoke up.

"Why are you saying that? We are good friends!" Allen slapped Harry's shoulder hard.

"Besides, all of this is just my personal speculation; perhaps nothing will happen during the time I'm away, and all these preparations I've made might not be needed at all," Allen shrugged.

"Don't say that; I will remember everything you have done for me," Harry said solemnly.

The next morning, Allen, carrying a small bag he had prepared long ago, set off for Hogsmeade Village to travel to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace there.

After arranging everything, he began to look forward to his assignment at the Ministry of Magic; after all, the Ministry of Magic is the ruling center of the Wizarding World in Britain, and he really wanted to see how wizards rule the Wizarding World.

A four-wheeled carriage pulled by a Thestral waited at the castle gate; Hagrid would drive this carriage to take Allen to Hogsmeade Village and accompany him to the Ministry of Magic.

"Do you really have to make it look like a farewell of life and death? I'm only going to the Ministry of Magic for a few days before returning," Allen said helplessly, looking at Harry and the other two.

Harry and the other two had come to see Allen off, and Professor McGonagall had also come to see him off.

Harry and the other two's farewell was practically a family mobilization; Allen saw Hermione with Crookshanks, Ron with Scabbers, and Hedwig, who was usually in the Owlery, seemed to have noticed the situation here and flew over, landing on Harry's shoulder.

Allen bid farewell to each of them one by one.

He also did not forget to say goodbye to their pets.

Crookshanks still seemed angry at Allen, wearing an aloof, tsundere expression as if ignoring him; it was unclear whether he was still holding a grudge over the catnip incident before or the incident a few days ago when he was carried back.

Scabbers' condition was getting worse and worse; he lay motionless in Ron's arms. Allen glanced at him a couple more times, feeling that Scabbers gave him a particularly strange sensation,

but he couldn't figure out why.

Hedwig and Allen had the best relationship; she gently pecked at Allen's fingers, a gesture of affection.

Finally, Allen said goodbye to Professor McGonagall; the professor looked at her favorite student with satisfaction and whispered softly in his ear: "You are my pride."

Allen looked at Professor McGonagall in surprise; this was the highest praise he had ever received from her.

"Be careful not to become arrogant," Professor McGonagall added quietly.

Just as Allen was about to board the carriage, an unexpected person appeared.

Professor Snape emerged from the castle gate with a cold face; Harry and the other two quickly moved aside to clear the path.

Allen had originally thought Professor Snape was just passing by, but to his surprise, Professor Snape walked straight toward him, making him feel somewhat guilty; he even thought the matter had been exposed.

However, he still remained calm, firmly believing that he had left no clues that day.

Professor Snape walked up to Allen and stared straight at his ears, saying: "You haven't collected the sample today yet?"

Allen almost spat out a mouthful of blood; such a grand gesture was just for this one thing.

The ear Allen randomly obtained today was an Eevee's ear, and his ears immediately drooped...

"Severus, why don't we just drop it?" Professor McGonagall interjected.

"We cannot drop it; you understand the significance of Allen's Talent Transformation right now," Professor Snape said somewhat stiffly.

Professor McGonagall was immediately silenced.

"During your time at the Ministry of Magic, the magical materials produced by the body parts from your Talent Transformation must not be wasted; you must complete the sampling yourself every morning, then send it back to Hogwarts by owl," Professor Snape pursued relentlessly.

Looking at Professor Snape's stubborn face, Allen didn't know what to say for a moment.

But he also knew that Professor Snape's attitude was because he had taken all of Professor Snape's Pokémon materials.

Allen wanted to refute Professor Snape, but he saw the red blood vessels in Professor Snape's eyes; it seemed that taking all his Pokémon magical materials had indeed caused Professor Snape great trouble.

He suddenly felt a bit soft-hearted; besides, he himself hoped Professor Snape's research would yield results, so he made a decision in his heart.

"You have to pay more!" Allen said decisively.

"Sending materials by owl costs money, and collecting the samples yourself is very painful," Allen said confidently, looking at Professor Snape's surprised expression.

"As you wish; you will receive compensation that satisfies you," Professor Snape snorted coldly, then turned and walked back into the castle.

Allen then went to Hogsmeade Village with Hagrid.

(https: //)

Please remember the book's first-release domain name:. Mobile reading URL: