Hogwarts Everything is Three

At this time, in front of Grindelwald's house, the sun in the sky was still bright but not as dazzling as it was at noon.

"Delph, that's really a gifted child. We met the Grangers pushing her out last time on a walk. She waved her hand and snatched the chocolate frog in my hand." Dumbledore smiled and pushed away. The courtyard door sent two little wizards out. The mistletoe tree vines planted at the door swept his long silver hair. The wizards like Bones, who did not live in the floating city, had already left with the fireplace.

"It looks a bit like his father in this respect, isn't it?" Grindelwald lifted his arm and took off Dumbledore's branches, then inserted it into the food container holding the eel jelly, and handed it to Hermione. "But the child did You shouldn’t eat chocolate, Hermione, your parents did a good job of discipline."

"She has developed some bad habits with mysterious people, but she can definitely be corrected if she is still so young." Without Scrimgeour and their presence, Hermione just stood quietly behind Alan and heard Grindel. Woo’s words hurriedly thanked him, “I really thank you for your good offices today, so that the matter can be resolved peacefully. Before I came, I didn’t expect Scrimgeour to give up his position as director so easily and would like to stop the strike.”

"The most important thing is Rufus himself... Although he was like a stubborn donkey when he thought of me as a weak old man, he was always decent." Dumbledore waved his hand to Alan and nodded. "You also gave him enough tolerance. I didn't expect you to allow him to remain in the Auror and serve as the deputy director."

"Unlike Bok and the others, I have always tolerated this kind of decent people. The deputy director did not have the highest jurisdiction, but he was also given the opportunity to lead the Auror to continue arresting the dark wizard." Allen straightened Standing in front of the door, he said frankly, "I think it will be good for us to let him focus his energy and time on his lifelong career pursuit instead of his unskilled intrigue."

Saying goodbye to the White Wizard and the former Dark Lord, Allen chewed the sugar-free gum from Hermione, and the two strode towards Granger’s house not far away. The left and right sides were neatly trimmed and tall. The hedge extends far away.

But even if she was going home to see her parents, Hermione had difficulty raising interest. Scrimjeming had insulted Penello, but Hermione felt it was like a slap in the face with a hot slap.

Of course Allen felt the depression of Hermione around him. He was very annoyed before, racking his brains to figure out a way, and finally he took Hermione from behind and put his chin on top of her head. comfort her. Hermione's shrunken front teeth bit her lips, gradually becoming relaxed under this comfort.

Allen turned Hermione off, but she was facing herself: "The laws of Floating City are in our own hands. I think we should give the wizards some freedom."

"Ellen, I'm okay." Hermione sighed and kicked a stone off the road unhappily. "Let's go, Delphi has been indulged in some bad habits in the mysterious man. My parents corrected it several times. It seems that good results have not yet been achieved. As a foster father, you should also think of a way."

Allen pulled Hermione frontally and didn't let her turn back. His eyes were fixed on him. The blue in his turning eyes seemed to be taken from the sky: "By the way, Hermione, Christmas is coming soon. , What gift have you prepared for me this year? Can I make a request by myself?"

"Ellen, what do you want this year?" Hermione was a little bit more interested. For them who lacked everything, every gift giving became a big problem, because they connected the gift recipient many times. It’s hard to think of what she wants. She quickly circulated her thoughts and said vigilantly, "Three cans are the bottom line. I would not agree with you to drink 2.5 liters a day..."

Allen froze for a moment, and then deliberately showed an annoyed expression: "Okay, what else can I do?"

Hermione did not answer immediately. She carefully organized her words: "Whatever is irrelevant is fine."

At this moment, Hermione suddenly felt that Alan's eyes staring at her seemed to make a low voice, but all she heard was her own blood flowing, and Hermione looked at Alan in a daze.

"That's good... My Christmas gift needs some of your blood..."

Allen put down her hand on Hermione's shoulder, stretched out to her waist, and drew out the small dagger used for dissection at her waist neatly. The light reflected by the sun on the blade was less warm. , And there was some sharp and cold breath.

Also feeling a bit cold from the warm environment is Rufus Scrimgeour, who is walking out of the fireplace in the very deserted home, he still meticulously patted the ashes on his body with the feather sheet at home, and then lit the fireplace. Let this cold room begin to heat up.

Without the usual cover-up of big strides, Scrimgeour's lame leg exposed his flaws more clearly. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com He hung his coat on the coat rack near the window. He looked a little disturbed and walked to the middle of the living room step by step and sat on his chair.

Scrimgeour lay his head on the back of the chair, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed the Auror badge he had pinned to his bow tie, and leaned towards his lips, "Sevich, please inform me, after we rest today , I will return to work tomorrow...Yes, the problem is basically solved, and you will not be punished.. As for the reason, we will go to the Broken Cauldron Bar tonight and I will explain it to everyone in detail."

After the notification, Scrimgeour, put down his collar, put his hands on the armrest of the chair, and leaned on the lean, closed his eyes and thought about the process of the conversation, a little entangled, wondering if this kind of fornication is correct. .

After a long time, he opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but noticed that a spider was lying on the ceiling with some black marks left by Humeizi and was forming a web. This made Scrimgeour sit up straight and his eyes swept deeply. To one of his own windows—that's where the spider on the ceiling should have been.

Some spider silks are still hanging on this window that has not been opened for a long time, and on the other side of the window is endless bleak white snow-unlike the floating city slowly floating in the sky in southern Europe, the weather in Britain is cold. a lot of.

Realizing that this window had been opened, Scrimgeour, the excellent Auror immediately drew out his wand slowly as far as possible to avoid any friction, he slowly took off his shoes, and then walked carefully to the middle of the room.

One hand held a magic wand and aimed at Scrimgeour in the corner of his brother's corner of the house. He watched carefully, and his expression seemed to see something terrible hidden behind the smooth piano or tall sofa.