Hogwarts Everything is Three

As soon as Allen put away the scarves that belonged to the Gryffindor color, he felt the badge on his neck become hot. Allen held down the Auror badge that was temporarily worn to facilitate contact with the Auror tonight, listening intently After hearing the news, he looked up again with a solemn gaze: "The Auror just came to the statistics of casualties... Aside from our wizards themselves, and those who have been injured but have been cured, we will be in Xiaohuijin tonight. ...Seven Muggles died unfortunately."

Harry stared at Voldemort angrily. He felt the raging anger licking his internal organs, burning in a terrible cavity, and Voldemort did not hear Alan’s report here, but after he watched Harry slightly Upon learning this information, he smiled unkindly at Harry, a high school boy.

Dumbledore continued to keep his silence without speaking. He pressed his forehead a little tiredly. The street lights in the park shone on his gray eyebrows, beard, and deep wrinkles, making him look It seemed to be a silent statue.

"The Ministry of Magic will arrange these misfortunes as accidents. The Ministry of Magic will allocate a gold gallon in exchange for successful British pounds as compensation, and will send these dead Muggle relatives as compensation for reasons acceptable to the Muggles." Allen Noted that Harry’s expression added, "I will personally provide some financial compensation for these unfortunate families..."

"If it weren't for transferring me, they wouldn't just lose their lives like this." Harry's voice was trembling, and he suddenly thought of a possibility-he shivered and his face was pale, he opened his mouth directly, and asked in a hoarse and low voice. , "Alan... among the dead, is there anyone we knew before?"

Allen, who had never worried about this problem, was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood what Harry meant. Near Privet Road, many of them were their classmates or teachers in Muggle school, and what made Allen a little embarrassed, At that time because of Dudley's relationship, many of those classmates regarded Harry as a weird person, and did not regard them as friends, but now Harry is worried that some of them will die because of him...

"Sorry Harry, we have to wait for further information about the specific deaths." Allen was caught by Harry's question for a moment. He paused and kept his tone calm, somewhat polite. Continue to say, "If there is any misfortune... I will tell you the first time."

　　 Harry sighed deeply and looked down at the toe of his shoe.

　　 At this time, a bald middle-aged wizard ran up in front of Allen out of breath, and said to Allen slightly excitedly: "Mr. Harris, the live broadcast equipment has been properly installed to ensure that it will remain stable without being affected by magic."

　　 The wizard didn't dare to look at Voldemort's direction at all. After talking to Alan and nodding his head, he ran back quietly and quickly. As a media person-although he is very afraid of the Dark Lord, he is very excited when he thinks that he can participate in the live broadcast and record a documentary of such a top wizard battle.

　　 "Ellen, take revenge on him for us!" Harry clenched his fists and regretted that he was too lazy in school for not practicing the spell to gain more strength.

"Harry, don't let hatred swallow your nature..." Silent Dumbledore finally spoke, and he put his hand on Harry's shoulder again. "Also, Alan... although I personally think you shouldn't be like this. Adventure, the British wizarding world needs you... I noticed that Tom’s breath and mental state are not quite right, you better be careful."

"Albus, take Harry and stand farther away. If you can, please help protect the staff on the scene. Without the help of Aurors, I am a little less confident in the shields they made." Alan said to Dumbledore. Head, then turned back to Voldemort, bowed a little not far in front of him and pointed in the direction of the live broadcast station," Mr. Riddle, the TV station staff told me that the live broadcast side is ready. May I ask if you are here? Still need to prepare? If there are any other reasonable requests, please do not hesitate to mention, I will try to make it convenient."

Hearing that, Voldemort's red eyes with two slits appear brighter in the dark, and his strangely long fingers slowly stretched into the all-black or even simple black robe, and pulled out from a deep pocket. He took a magic wand, and his slender, pale hand gently stroked the wand over his head. His bright red eyes finally settled on Alan, and he made a cold and sharp sound: "Then, the Harris boy, tell me …Has the live broadcast already started?"

"If you are ready here..." Allen replied, "We will start before we enter the arena. The TV station interrupted this message when it was set up before. Now I think there are basically families with Wizard TV... Wizards are all Waiting to watch our duel..."

　　 "Very good..." Voldemort's lips twisted into a malicious smile, "Harris, I will kill you in front of all the wizards and pierce your shameless lies..."

At this time, a large vacant lot has been cleared in this small park. The facilities for children to play have disappeared, and the street lights have been temporarily moved to other locations by magic. Various live broadcast transfer equipment in the distance, high ground Hanging up, shooting the situation in the field from various angles, and Dumbledore personally patched them up with a few super strong armor shields just now.

　　 This kind of situation that has attracted much attention has brought a hint of tension in the air.

Two black-robed wizards dressed in gorgeous and plain styles appeared at the same time in this park very close to the ground. They were about ten yards away. They could appear so precisely not far in front of each other, just like they Know exactly where the other party will choose to start.

　　 "Aha, young Harris..." Voldemort yelled, his voice echoing in the sky above the park "So, now how do we start..."

　　 "As we agreed." Allen nodded and replied, searching for the spells he learned in his brain. He didn't want the battle to end too soon.

"You mean the two of us..." Voldemort wrinkled his frown muscles without eyebrows, and said with a louder voice than usual, and said in a rounded tone, "Duel until one party falls?" Say this, Voldemort Laughing, Allen knew that this voice had used magic power, enough to make the wizards with insufficient cultivation level fear and start to flee~www.NovelMTL.com~Alas, Tom...let us be less routine and more sincere. "Allen sighed and pointed to his brain. "You know that this trick didn't work for me last year. Why do you still use it?" ".

　　 "Call me Voldemort!" Voldemort suppressed the anger at the other party about routine and sincerity, and he shouted with a low face, "Little boy, you haven't answered my question, how do we start this duel?!"

　　 "Okay Tom, I look forward to us starting right away..." Allen said, before the other party broke out with a smile and asked seriously, "Mr. Riddle, how about following the British tradition?"

"Huh..." Voldemort's cold, sharp voice was played out simultaneously. His angry cheeks were now paler than skeletons, and his big eyes were redder, like two slits on a snake-like flat nose. His nostrils closed one by one and exhaled, "That's the best, let me teach you this rude fellow what the wizarding tradition is."

　　 The two sides didn't say much, Alan and Voldemort turned to face each other in the air, and bowed. They are all done well, and even the most demanding etiquette experts can't find fault with their bow angle.

However, the corners of Voldemort's lips were twisted, and the red eyes showed a cruel expression indiscriminately; Alan's eyes were narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, but the disdain and ridicule revealed by that expression made the expression of Voldemort on the opposite side even more hideous. .

　　 Then, Voldemort held his wand on his chest like an arrow, and Allen took out his own great arcanist wand that Luna had made in the past.