Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Allen not only told Hermione to notify us in time, but also successfully stopped them without making things worse. I think Ravenclaw can be added fifty points."

Professor McGonagall looked at the light blond-haired boy in Ravenclaw, and secretly admired, if only Gryffindor had such a stable and outstanding little wizard.

Then, Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione smoothly, "And Hermione, rushed to the Three Broomsticks Bar in time, told us the matter in a simple and clear manner, and gave Gryffindor 15 points."

Hermione's face turned red in an instant. When she raised her head and saw Alan's gentle smile at her, the regret of not being able to completely visit Hogsmeade with Alan disappeared. Got without a trace.

When the excited little wizards returned from Hogsmeade and had dinner in the auditorium, the incident quickly spread.

Alan's spell overwhelmed a group of Slytherins spread like wildfire.

Everyone was amazed at Allen's strength, and couldn't help being shocked by Slytherin's unscrupulous means.

If it weren't for Allen, then Slytherin would have eliminated the two college seekers at once.

Knowing the whole story, and witnessing the injury on Qiu Zhang's wrist, Roger was filled with indignation. He rolled up his magic robe and was about to go to the Slytherins to settle accounts.

Until he learned that Marcus had been called away by Filch.

Marcus, their Christmas holidays and all of Hogsmeade’s weeks are all gone. They have to help Filch clean up all the school’s bathrooms and classrooms, and they can’t use magic.

"Deserve it!" Roger glanced contemptuously in Slytherin's direction and sat down beside Allen.

The atmosphere was stagnant on the Slytherin table. Slytherin certainly has ambitions, and of course he will use some conspiracy and tricks in order to succeed, but such inferior methods are simply a shame to Slytherin.

Malfoy was pale, and pulled the food on the plate with a fork, finally got up and walked outside the auditorium.

It was like a signal. All the Slytherins stood up in silence, followed Malfoy, and filed out.

"Malfoy has become their leader!" Roger said disdainfully. He has no good feelings for Slytherin now.

Allen smiled, looking thoughtfully at the empty Slytherin table.

Gryffindor's captain Wood was stunned when he didn't find Harry. He yelled and looked for Harry, attracting everyone's inquiring eyes.

Everyone was wondering, could Harry have been murdered by Slytherin? But he didn't go to Hogsmeade.

Could it be that he was injured and locked in an empty classroom?

In that case, except for Slytherin, all the seekers were hit by a single net.

Hermione stood up blankly. She knew Harry hadn't had an accident, but why didn't he show up in the auditorium? She also chased Wood out of the auditorium.

The next day, the little wizards did not have the mind to pay attention to other things, and everyone was immersed in the joy of returning home from the holiday.

On the Hogwarts Express, the little wizards were talking excitedly about the holiday arrangements, using the time when they could use their magic wands, playing and laughing.

There were also some mischievous little wizards who detonated the dung eggs smuggled back from Hogsmeade and received loud reprimands from Percy and Penello.

Allen found an empty car at the end of the train and sat down, snow flickering outside the window, he opened a newly released "Singing and Singing" and found the recipes Luna said.

This issue of the magazine can be recommended to my mother, she will love it, and then the family will be happy...

The car door was knocked suddenly,

"Is it Penello, can you patrol so soon?" Allen waved his wand casually, and the car door was opened silently.

To Allen's surprise, it turned out to be Malfoy. He was alone, and Gore and Crabbe were not seen behind him.

After getting permission, Malfoy walked in and voluntarily drew the car door.

He sat opposite Allen, and his twisted expression made Allen almost have the urge to come out.

"Isn't he trying to confess himself?" Allen thought in horror.

"Alan, thank you." Malfoy's tone was pale and weak.

Allen understood what he meant, "I want to thank you too."

"My status in Slytherin has risen." Malfoy's expression was complicated-in a way, he was also a beneficiary of this incident.

"Congratulations!" Allen stepped back a little, with a smile on his face-this smile seemed to have magical powers, and the inexplicable anxiety in Malfoy's heart eased a lot.

"Anyway, I owe you another favor." Malfoy returned to his arrogant expression between his brows, stood up and walked out the door.

"Neither Hermione nor I would say." Allen said softly.

Malfoy's figure was fixed, and without looking back, he walked out the door.

A light "thank you" came to Allen's ear.

When Allen walked down the car with a salute, he saw his sister Emily and Aunt Josephine at a glance!

"Alan!" Emily also saw Alan~www.NovelMTL.com~ like a cheerful little bear, threw herself into Allen's arms and started to rub her head constantly.

Alan stroked the little guy's back with one hand, raised his head, and greeted Aunt Josephine-on her head was a wide-brimmed black female hat, and purple velvet flowers on the hat were chilling. The wind trembled.

In the heavy snowfall, Josephine's cheeks were red, but Allen knew that it was definitely not because of the cold. Her always sharp blue eyes rarely showed a gentle smile, and nodded at Allen.

After Emily finally let go of her brother, Aunt Josephine also embraced Ellen warmly: "Ha, I am so glad to see you again, Ellen, you are much taller than last time!"

When they walked out of platform 9? Allen was happy to find that his eldest brother Albert was standing in front of a Muggle car, looking at him with a smile.

Albert opened the trunk of the car and put Alan's salute in it.

Allen was in a daze for a while. When did the wizard and Muggle get along so well that they actually used Muggle transportation?

"This is the car in the department. I'm on a mission. The content of the mission must be kept secret. But it doesn't prevent me from coming to pick up my dear brother." Albert looked cheerful and seemed very satisfied with his current mission.

Allen wanted to ask him what a good task was, but thought of the Ministry of Magic's secrecy regulations, still closed his mouth.

Aunt Josephine, who entered the car, was sitting stiffly in the car wearing her extra wide hat.

Seeing Ellen’s gaze, she blinked at Ellen, “Although the Muggle invented car is very warm, I still prefer Phantom Shift and flying broomstick. I heard that you played Quidditch well? Owen and I All used to be chasers."