Hogwarts Everything is Three

　　 "This Maji speaks quite funny," Jessica looked at the priest with interest, with hesitation on her face, "Maybe we don't need to cast the Forgetting Curse on him? Anyway, no Maji would believe what he said..."

　　 "Of course not." Ian said decisively, and he very much agreed with Allen's proposal. "Jessica, don't forget. When it comes to these magical hens, if there is no kinship, we can't even be friends with them, let alone we can't marry them."

　　 "Oh, what do you think? Who would want to marry him? I just think he is a bit funny." Jessica was a little surprised at her brother's reaction.

　　 Simon listened to their conversation, a little dumbfounded. Is this going to kill people?

　　 "Why don't you impose the forgetting spell on him yourself." Ian hugged his shoulders and said coldly.

　　 Alan is very strange to Ian's character, how can a person be like him, at the same time, he can be both elegant and funny, but also disgusting and annoying.

　　His appearance can indeed be said to be an accomplished gentleman, with wisdom and courage in his face. Sometimes, however, his temper is as brutal and ruthless as a brutal slave shipowner.

　　 Ian's appearance was originally handsome, but now he is ruined by his horrible and irritable expression.

　　 Jessica hesitated, which obviously angered Ian even more.

　　 Simon's complexion was much paler than before, his brows furrowed, and his lips kept trembling, as if he had fallen into a horrible surround.

　　 Determined to resolve the pain of these people, Allen suddenly took a step forward, toward Simon. Simon took a step back in shock.

　　 "Don't be afraid, soon, you won't know anything soon." Allen comforted.

　　 Simon could no longer control his trembling. He held on to himself and did not kneel to beg for mercy. "In fact, wouldn't you make people more scared by saying this?"

　　 "A forgetting is empty." Allen pointed at Simon decisively, and Simon's eyes were blurred.

　　 "Let's go!" Allen grabbed Jessica and Ian, and instantly disappeared into this secluded alley.

　　 In a blink of an eye, they appeared in the yard of Leonard's house. With a certain position, Allen would naturally choose a more labor-saving way instead of walking back like a quail in the cold wind.

　　 "It’s time for lunch. I don’t think you guys would want to stay in that small town for a long time." Allen explained.

　　 Ian shrugged and said that he didn't care. Jessica looked empty, wondering what she was thinking. When Ian saw this, his face became gloomy again.

"Ah, Jessica, I ate your delicious food yesterday. How about trying my craft today? I'm very good at cooking!" Allen wanted to enliven the atmosphere and leave some space to be alone. These two.

　　 Allen moved swiftly in the kitchen, using a magic wand to direct the kitchen knife to cut, chop, and prepare the ingredients for lunch. Even part of the dining table was used by Allen as a temporary bowl table, on which was piled many replacement plates and dishes, as well as cooking materials.

　　 Allen's excellent ears made him hear the sound of the brothers and sisters in the living room. Jessica's voice was low and she spoke very little. And Ian is different from the previous one. He told a lot of hilarious stories with great interest, and also imitated the different tones of each country, wanting to make Jessica happy.

　　 Finally, Allen prepared all the ingredients and called to the two siblings who were trying their best to pretend to be okay: "Jessica, Ian, have dinner!"

Both Jessica and Ian made it to the dining table, and were surprised to find that there was an extra copper crucible on the table, and there was a support under the crucible. There was a flame burning under the support, but the flame did not harm the dining table at all, removing all their heat. All contributed to the crucible above it.

　　 "You came to the U.S. and brought the cauldron with you? How did Moji let you pass?" Ian was surprised!

　　 "With the help of Professor Flitwick's little tools, it passed the test of Mochi." Of course, Allen would not say that there are many brand new crucibles in his storage space!

　　 "Isn't it the crucible to survive the potion?" Jessica was also interested.

　　 "Of course not, brand new! Mainly, copper pot is better for hot pot, and the tableware in the kitchen is made of iron and ceramics." Allen explained.

　　 On a cold winter day, it is a wise move to have a hot hot pot. The three people were enjoying the sumptuous food. Yesterday Jessica bought a lot of delicious food to entertain Alan and the others.

　　 Allen also took out Mrs. Harris’ snacks and asked them to taste.

　　 "Coffee after dinner, this should be my task." Allen heard Ian say this.

　　 Ian took out a coffee tray from the kitchen and put it on the bowl on the side.

　　 While turning his head to continue chatting with Alan, he poured brown coffee powder into three cups.

　　 At this time, he was like a trick again, and quickly poured all the contents of a small glass bottle into the larger cup~www.NovelMTL.com~ The whole process was very fast.

　　 Even Alan didn't see his movements clearly, and he was done in an instant, the movements were very clean and neat. Not to mention Jessica with her back to him, Jessica knew nothing about Ian's actions.

　　 Then, Ian laughed loudly, turned around, holding a cup in each hand, and walked toward the dining table again. He put the big cup mixed with an unknown liquid in front of Jessica.

　　 It is impossible to describe the confusion and anxiety in Allen's heart at this time. He saw a sinister and despicable act happening right under his nose, and he felt that he must not stand by, but he didn't know how to do it.

　　 Maybe someone else’s siblings were just making a joke, and they would be redundant if they went up to warn them. Then what would they be like? On the other hand, if this matter is indeed very serious, and the younger brother even drugged the older sister, how can the older sister feel sad?

　　 At such a critical juncture, Allen can only use the dumbest method. He stood up, pretending to be long enough for the tissue on the table, and pretending to be careless, knocked over the sauce plate in front of Jessica.

　　In an instant, Jessica's white sweater was stained with brown stains.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, or you change a dress and I will clean it up for you. Pointing at you with a magic wand is really impolite." Allen kept apologizing.

　　 "Ah, it doesn't matter, I can come by myself." Jessica thought about it, but decided to change to another dress. Although a fresh cleaning can remove all the stains, the smell of the dressing on the clothes still remains in the nose, and she always feels uncomfortable.

　　 "What did you put in the coffee?" Alan asked Ian in a low voice after Jessica went upstairs.