Hogwarts Everything is Three

　　 The goblet was overflowing with drinks of various colors. Edward gulped down a piece of coconut cake, then drank the brown drink in front of him. Suddenly, he let out a high-pitched giggle. Allen couldn't help laughing when he saw his surprised expression.

　　 Edward is not the only little wizard who has been recruited. Such laughter can be heard from all corners of the auditorium from time to time.

　　 "This is chuckle juice. If you drink it, you will chuckle like this." Professor Lockhart walked over wearing a moon-white robe with golden stars, holding a glass of red juice, and looked at Edward with interest. "I've drunk a liqueur spirit before, and the effect was exaggerated."

　　 "It's exaggerated enough." Allen felt that he couldn't imagine the more powerful effect.

　　 "Your juice looks normal. I think it might be sweet pomegranate juice." Professor Lockhart guessed at the drink in front of Allen, showing a curious look.

　　 Allen looked at Edward's expectant expression, took the drink in front of him, and took a big sip. The cold liquid flowed into his throat, obviously the color of fire, but Allen felt that his internal organs seemed to be frozen in an instant. The only thing I can feel is the fragrance and sweetness in my mouth.

　　 Edward watched Alan laugh, then turned into a high-pitched giggle. Professor Lockhart leaned forward and backward with a smile, then drank the drink in his glass and walked to the other long table. White steam came out of his ears.

　　 Seeing their expressions, Allen knew that something must have happened to him. "Mirror technique!" An oval mirror appeared in front of Allen, and a familiar, red face appeared in the mirror, and even Allen's hair turned bright red.

"Well, the retribution comes so quickly! But it's better than Professor Guidro Lockhart's previous green cloud cover. Red is at least festive to me." Allen has a good mentality and looks very much. Gotta open.

　　 The banquet is over, and the well-worn Ravenclaws talked happily, preparing to go back to the dormitory to dress up. After all, there are more interesting activities waiting for them!

　　 followed the hustle and bustle of the crowd and stepped onto the stairs. Suddenly, the lively and chirping sound disappeared, and the students in front stopped.

　　 squeezed forward, and Allen saw a terrible scene. Between the two windows, on the wall one foot above the ground, some writing was smeared, and it shimmered under the reflection of the burning torch.

　　 The secret room has been opened, and those who are enemies of the heirs, be alert.

　　 Below the slogan, Mrs. Loris, the beloved cat of the administrator Filch, has its tail hung on the torch holder, her body stiff like a wooden board, her eyes wide open, staring straight.

　　 On the corridor, there is still a pool of water. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor, and all the little wizards present were quiet. Only Alan knew what happened.

　　 In this silence, someone spoke loudly. Those who are enemies of the heirs, beware! You are next, Mudblood! "

　　 is Draco Malfoy. He had squeezed to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes were alive, and his usual bloodless face was flushed. He looked at the still stiff cat hanging there with a grin on his face.

　　 Filch's arrival made the scene even more embarrassing. The angry Filch identified Harry and the others as the culprits, and yelled at Harry and the others with hiss.

　　 Professor Dumbledore and other teachers rushed to the scene, controlled the scene, and evacuated the students. They took the three of Harry to Professor Lockhart's office for questioning.

　　 The topic of Ravenclaws changed from the fancy dress party to the secret room and the heir.

　　 "Ms. Lorice is dead? Will it be Harry and the others?" After talking about Mrs. Lorice's tragic situation, Edward asked Alan.

　　 "Of course not, Mrs. Loris is just petrified. This requires very advanced black magic, and Harry and the others can never do it." Allen answered calmly.

　　 "Great! Even though Mrs. Loris is the most annoying cat I have ever seen, I still hope it will live. As long as she lives, Mrs. Pomfrey will surely cure it." Edward was happy for Filch.

"Of course it will be cured. Professor Sprout's mandela grass is very symptomatic. Once they grow up and mature, with Professor Snape's skills, they will naturally succeed in formulating a potion to relieve Madame Loris from being petrified. The state of ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Allen said confidently that this made Edward and the surrounding Ravenclaws who were listening attentively settle down quickly.

　　Although such an unpleasant incident happened at Hogwarts, it could not stop the Ravenclaws' determination to hold a fancy dress party.

　　 When Alan combed all his hair back and changed his clothes, dressed as a vampire with fangs and then went to the Ravenclaw common room, he found that the lounge had completely changed its appearance, and Alan almost couldn't recognize it.

　　 The huge bookshelves are hidden, and the wide and comfortable sofa is placed close to the root of the wall for the little wizards to rest. The food that just appeared in the auditorium appeared on the long table again. Although the stack was not beautiful enough, it was still very attractive and let everyone use it. The seniors even got butter beer to chat to help.

　　 In addition to the vampire dressed as Alan, there are also images of green-faced witches, death, superheroes in Muggle comics, pirates with skeleton monkeys, and Pique fairies. The most eye-catching is the prefect Penello, who is seen wearing a black tights, wearing cat ears and hair accessories, dressed up as a "catwoman" very charming and beautiful.

　　 Allen suddenly realized, no wonder she had been walking catwalks in the auditorium before!

　　 is another carnival, dancing, dancing, playing games. The gluttonous little wizard seemed to not be able to eat enough, while holding his round belly, he stuffed his mouth with delicious food.

　　 The climax of the atmosphere was the arrival of Professor Flitwick. He dressed up as a little devil, with little red horns, and appeared at the ball in a flying pumpkin cart. The pumpkin cart was suspended in the air, and Professor Flitwick sprinkled candies around, attracting cheers from the little wizards. Come to think of it, in the eyes of the children, although the professor is dressed as a little devil, he is more like a little angel!