Chapter 96

Hermione felt only a warmth at her wound, then she was surprised to find the wound on her finger had completely healed, leaving no trace at all; only the residual blood reminded her that this finger had just been injured...

"See, I healed you for you!" came Allen's cheerful voice from beside her.

Hermione looked up and saw Allen looking at her happily, a brilliant smile blooming on his face; his eyes were still a bit red, and traces of tears remained on his face...

This scene was beautiful, but Hermione found she had no mood at all to appreciate it; she felt only a inexplicable anger surge to the top of her head...

She suddenly flung Allen's hand away, ran off in a huff, and on her way to the door she casually tossed the half-peeled apple into the trash can, then slammed the door shut heavily...

Allen looked at Hermione's display in utter confusion and asked puzzledly, "Just now everything was fine, how did it suddenly turn out like this?"

But Allen quickly put this matter aside, because at that moment Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and entered; she too looked puzzledly in the direction Hermione had gone.

"What is wrong with Miss Granger? I have never seen her so angry; she also seems a bit sad..." Professor McGonagall looked at Allen suspiciously.

Allen then suddenly realized tears still hung on his face, and his nose had become somewhat stuffy from the recent crying; he quickly sniffed twice more...

Seeing Allen's appearance and behavior, Professor McGonagall's eyebrows began to furrow...

"I don't know either, Professor, are you here to find me?" Allen said quickly; only after speaking did he realize his voice still carried some nasal tone...

Professor McGonagall's eyebrows furrowed even deeper; her lips pressed tightly together. She seemed to want to say something to Allen, but in the end she gave up, because she still remembered the purpose of coming here.

"Finis, how is your recovery?" Professor McGonagall walked quickly to Allen's hospital bed.

"I have heard everything about last night; Potter even nearly lost his life, it was truly terrible!" Professor McGonagall said, still shaken.

"Madam Pomfrey's potions work very well; I have fully recovered. My injuries were actually not severe!" Allen answered Professor McGonagall's question lightly, then jumped off the bed and performed some movements to prove he had fully recovered.

"Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak with you." Professor McGonagall said.

"Now?" Allen was not at all surprised by the arrival of this moment.

"Yes, he is waiting for you in the Headmaster's office. If you have no problems, we shall set off!" Professor McGonagall said, looking at Allen.

"Very well, I actually have many things I wish to say to Professor Dumbledore as well." Allen had already put on his wizard's robes.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall finally noticed the abnormality in Allen's eyes. "Your eyes seem very special today! They give me a very familiar feeling." Professor McGonagall said after observing carefully.

"Let us discuss that later; you just said Professor Dumbledore is still waiting for me!" Allen said to Professor McGonagall with a smile.

"By the way, I have a document here that needs to be handed to you; I hope you will review it." Allen took out a sheet of parchment and handed it to Professor McGonagall; this was something he had prepared long ago, and now he could finally submit it.

Professor McGonagall took the parchment puzzledly, unfolded it, and saw written at the very top: "Regarding Some Improvements to the Lumos Spell."

Professor McGonagall read the entire parchment with a shocked expression, then quickly drew out her wand, cast the Lumos spell, and successfully summoned a pure white orb of light. The orb left the tip of her wand lightly and floated slowly through the air...

"It is actually true! I cannot recall how many years it has been since I heard news of a spell being invented or improved!" Professor McGonagall murmured.

"I have checked the Ministry of Magic's records; the last officially announced improvement was 53 years ago,

but I believe that privately someone must have invented or improved spells; they simply were unwilling to make them public." Allen added.

"Truly remarkable. Although you have only improved the Lumos spell, the thought process behind every spell improvement is extremely precious and can provide important reference for improvements to other spells! Hogwarts will be proud of you. I must hurry and tell Professor Dumbledore this news! He too will be proud of you!" Professor McGonagall said excitedly.

"Very well!" Saying this, he followed Professor McGonagall out of the hospital wing...

Professor McGonagall brought Allen to the Headmaster's office; this time the portraits were very quiet.

Professor McGonagall excitedly handed the parchment to Professor Dumbledore. After reading it, Professor Dumbledore also looked at Allen with surprise.

"Next, Mr. Finis and I have some topics we must discuss privately." Professor Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall.

"Very well, Headmaster!" Professor McGonagall, still immersed in joy, did not mind Dumbledore dismissing her.

The Headmaster's office fell quiet once again.

"Let us talk while drinking something! What would you like, Mr. Finis?" Professor Dumbledore asked Allen patiently.

"Some tea will suffice!" Allen replied hurriedly.

After drinking some tea, the conversation officially began.

"Mr. Finis, to be honest, you are the person who has surprised me the most times this year. For an old man who has lived over 100 years, very few things can still surprise me." Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes stared intently at Allen through his half-moon spectacles.

In an instant, all the events of this year flashed through Allen's mind. He now was utterly convinced that Professor Dumbledore was a cunning old fox; this sentence was profound and carried hidden meanings, so Allen had to brace himself.

"I am honored!" Allen said very calmly; he had already prepared to confess many things today.

"Then is there anything you wish to tell me?"

Then Allen told Professor Dumbledore everything about his love-hate relationship with Professor Quirrell, word for word. Since the moment Professor Quirrell turned to ashes, the chill in his heart had vanished completely...

He never expected that in the end he would break the binding of the Unbreakable Vow on him in the simplest and most brutal way.

Professor Dumbledore listened patiently. When Allen recounted that Professor Quirrell had taught him the Cruciatus Curse, his expression finally changed...

Allen also tactfully spoke of this part in great detail, and Professor Dumbledore's expression grew increasingly severe...

When Allen finished recounting this part, Dumbledore signaled for Allen to pause temporarily.

"Voldemort was truly a genius; unfortunately, he used this genius in the wrong direction!" Dumbledore said with some regret.

Allen nodded in agreement.

"I heard long ago that Voldemort had researched several Hei Mo Fa Zhou to a flawless degree, becoming an Extreme Spell Wizard. Now it seems this rumor was not baseless!" Professor Dumbledore said softly.

Allen keenly noticed the new term in Professor Dumbledore's mouth, and his curiosity instantly arose.

"Professor, what is an Extreme Spell Wizard?"