Chapter 625 (Sincerely thank the leader of the silver for his love)

As the referee, Hufflepuff couldn't bear to let Gryffindor's pet who had lost combat power die, so he quickly waved his wand to use the shock absorption speed to relieve its falling speed, gently letting the griffin, who had lost combat ability, lying on the ground. Then Hufflepuff quickly walked up to stop the bleeding and treat it.

Gryffindor looked at Hufflepuff, who was no longer paying attention to the game, and looked at the griffin who was curled up on the ground and wailing quietly. "I lost." Gryffindor's expression was disappointed, but more relieved. His magic lightsaber restrained his light and turned back to an ordinary wand.

Gryffindor realized that Hufflepuff was obviously not worried about the safety of the two in the game. He seemed to have known the result for a long time. The kid had been deliberately controlling the strength of the spell. The attacks launched by the Dead Knights on the Griffons obviously avoided the key points and tried to make them lose their combat power. When he was busy dealing with the devil summoned by the opponent, he did not take the opportunity to attack, but allowed himself to deal with the enemy in front of him with all his strength. If he had just attacked himself with the devil at the beginning, even if he only used his weapon to attack him with the devil, he would have been seriously injured and defeated. As a duel master, Gryffindor could not stand such a game, so he decided to give up now, at least he could not suffer additional unnecessary damage to his two pets.

Turning back and looking at the somewhat bleak Gryffindor, Hufflepuff was very happy that the duel ended in such a peaceful way. She knelt next to the griffin and announced the result directly.

Anti-summoning unravels several summoning objects to return to their original plane. Alan walked towards Gryffindor and tried to propose: "Mr. Gryffindor, we have been studying the power of curse. Do you want me to study it again? I think it should be able to unravel it sooner or later..."

"Boy, do you think Royner hasn't tried it after my blood curse began? But obviously the knowledge recorded in these few Naser scrolls is not enough to complete it... It is not easy to find clues and collect the entire Naser scroll. Maybe it will take hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years to do it? When you collect enough scrolls, I'm afraid I'll have no consciousness at all. What's more, you can't stay here for a long time, waiting for you to go back to 1,000 years,

Even if you don't count the time you need to read the rest of the time, even if you already have a way to untie the blood spell and restore my consciousness - but when you untie the spell, I will immediately age and die... Thank you, boy, don't let Royner down, just live with her well, don't worry about me, all this has nothing to do with you, it's my own choice." After saying that, Gryffindor, who had already let go, glanced at the pet that had been basically treated, turned around and started walking towards the lake.

Looking at Gryffindor's lonely back, Allen felt swallowed by this somewhat suppressed guilt, and he couldn't help but speak again, "Please wait, Mr. Gryffindor."

Gryffindor turned around and looked at Allen in confusion.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Allen looked solemn. After all, he hoped to make up for the other party. This was not entirely for Gryffindor. He wanted to give his emotions a way to relieve himself.

"No." Gryffindor blurted out like a conditioned reflex, and then hesitated.

Allen keenly noticed the change in the other party's expression and hurriedly walked up, "As long as I can do it, I will do my best."

Gryffindor hesitated for a moment, glanced at Hufflepuff, who was still looking after the griffin, and whispered: "When you think about it, just bring me a few barrels of wine. Helga only gives me seafood, and she thinks drinking will aggravate my consciousness."

Even if this is not a requirement, Allen solemnly made a promise as if he was catching a life-saving straw. He secretly decided that even if he returned to modern times, he would not only provide him with seafood, but also provide him with fine wine every day - he didn't need to worry about Godric Gryffindor's consciousness when pouring it.

"Just promise." Gryffindor looked happy, turned around and quickly returned to the Black Lake.

When the water was about to pass him completely, "Goodbye, boy." Gryffindor's voice came, and he turned into a huge squid. Long, dark red tentacles with long, dim light crossed the water, and the huge figure gradually disappeared into the black lake.

The giant squid had just disappeared, and Alan felt his shoulder sink slightly. When he turned his head, he saw a three-eyed crow composed of shadows standing quietly on his shoulder. Its figure was almost integrated with the dark night sky. "Alan, go to the place where we camped by the black lake before to see me." Ravenclaw's voice came from the mouth of the three-eyed crow. Then, its figure dissolved and dissipated, and soon turned into nothingness.

"Allen, I'll go over with you. She's doing a good job this time. I'll go see her." Helga Hufflepuff's voice came from behind Allen, and she obviously heard Ravenclaw's message.

"It's great that you can forgive her, Helga, you know. Although she didn't say much, she actually cared about it very much." When Allen heard this, his frown slightly relieved because of Gryffindor's situation. He stretched out his hand to Helga, trying to use a phantom to move and lead the other person over.

Helga shook his head: "Allen, use it, just take a walk, I have to sort out my thoughts."

Allen nodded, then walked slowly towards the destination with Hufflepuff.

However, Black Lake at this time was different from Allen's era. As it was farther away from the school scope, more and more low shrubs and lush growth emerged on this road that was not a road. The toughness of the road made it difficult for the elderly Hufflepuff to walk.

"It should be not far ahead. Helga, walk slowly behind me. I'll walk in front to clean the ground first." Alan said, while speeding up his pace considerately, waving his hands constantly, clearing the passing weeds and bushes in front, and using deformation techniques to make the wet and rugged ground flat and hard.

"Your transformation technique is good." Seeing Alan's gentlemanly behavior, Hulga said gently, "It's really much more convenient to not use a magic wand at all."

Upon hearing this, Allen tried to persuade the other party again, "Herga, if you want to..."

Hufflepuff interrupted Allen directly: "No need, Allen, Gryffindor's matter has been resolved. I will manage the school well for the rest of the time and develop some new recipes. But it seems that summer is coming soon, and it is already a little hot tonight, right?"

Allen looked back at Helga who was wiping his sweat and said, "You should walk more often. Helga, it's because you haven't walked such a long way to go hot, why don't we just phantomize it?"

Hufflepuff swayed his hand holding the sweat towel and signaled Alan to continue moving forward: "No, I can still walk. In addition, your wizard robe has a constant temperature function."

Alan, who had originally ignored the function of clothing, was blushed when he was exposed to the secret of not sweating. He decided to change the topic: "How is the poet who used singing to pay for the meal in your tavern?"

"You mean that Love Utellefu? Before I closed the tavern, he seemed to be loved by a Muggle Lord across the sea. He was summoned to be a court poet. He would write to me regularly a few years ago. I heard that he had a child already - but now there is no news for so long, I am afraid he is already dead. He is not young..." Hufflepuff thoughtfully followed Alan's words and changed the subject.

Afterwards, the two wizards were just in front and behind, chatting a little bit - until Hufflepuff found that Alan in front no longer responded to her, but stood in front of her blankly.
Chapter completed!