Hogwarts Everything is Three

Anyway, the noise and stench inside let everyone decide to go in and take a look. Brother Geller, don't smoke yourself in it...

Although it was only a cake shop, Allen increased his vigilance and allowed himself to enter the room first.

Allen's eyes were caught by the pictures on the wall.

They nailed two Quidditch posters with thumbtacks on the walls on both sides of the fireplace. The posters of the Quidditch World Cup Bulgaria and England.

Allen saw himself wearing a red and white jersey above, flashing across the screen.

"Ah—" Draco's scream suddenly came, and Allen quickly turned around, only to see a silver-covered book firmly biting Draco's arm with some cheap hands, Draco endured it. Pain, stroked the back of the book lightly, but the book still refused to let go.

Draco shook his arms exaggeratedly and backed away, desperately trying to throw the book away from his hands.

A fire poker leaning against the fireplace suddenly rushed out and pierced Draco's left **** egg.

Draco screamed and jumped forward, suddenly, his neck was caught in something cold and rough.

Taking a hard breath, Draco tried to break free, but to no avail, the cold rope wound his throat tighter and tighter.

Draco was caught in a book in his hands, poking a fire stick on his butt, and a rope tightly wrapped around his neck. He couldn't move, he couldn't even shout. If it wasn't for his throat being entangled, he would have started crying for help.

Laughter and clicks suddenly sounded, and Draco's eyes looked desperately at the source of the sound, almost flying out of his eyes—the mad girl took her camera and took pictures of his misfortune.

Hermione was in a bad mood, but seeing the series of unlucky appearances in Draco, she couldn't help laughing: "He should be assigned to Gryffindor."

Draco rolled his eyes and gasped, looking out of breath, and Hermione smiled more openly.

Allen walked up to Draco.

Seeing Alan, Draco's eyes suddenly lit up with hope.

Allen looked with interest at the big shiny silver book he was injured, the stick on his butt, and the rope around his neck. "This is activating magic. It's interesting and ingenious."

Alan waved his wand and lifted the activation spell on these items.

The book slammed heavily on Draco's foot. Draco grinned and tore off the rope from his neck, then pulled out the poker from his butt.

Allen held back his smile, and roughly helped him heal the wound with a healing spell, and the four of them moved on.

They passed through a very neat restaurant with a table for two in the middle of this beautiful restaurant. The two sides of this table can be expanded into a table for four.

Through the large windows on the wall, people who eat here can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the maple forest outside.

Passing through the dining room, they came to the kitchen.

This used to be a fully equipped kitchen, but now it looks like it has just experienced a disaster.

Several iron pots and kettles fell on the ground, the pottery was broken, broken pieces were thrown all over the room, and the walls were splashed with a mixture of various spices, dripping wet.

The air here seems to be warmer than the rest of the house.

"The footprints on the ground are really strange, there are no lines on the soles of the boots." Hermione said strangely.

"Let's get out of here first!" Draco stood at the door, hesitating looking at the **** footprints. He still had lingering fears about the experience just now, so he didn't want to enter, especially since the kitchen was full of **** marks.

Hermione used her magic wand to determine whether it was toxic, then touched her finger with the red viscous liquid on the wall, twisted it, and put it in her mouth while Draco looked disgusted.

"Well, ketchup! Several parts of the room have been splashed with ketchup, but there is no container for ketchup in this room, it's weird!" Hermione said.

Draco heard this and carefully avoided the ketchup and walked in.

As he passed the dish rack, the tall rack suddenly slammed at him, the ceramic dishes fell to the ground, and the broken ceramics splashed everywhere. Draco couldn't help covering his head.

Immediately, he felt that he was hit hard by a fist, fell to the ground, slid far away, and hit the wall.

He looked up, and behind the bowl rack that had just fallen, stood a six-foot-tall constructed creature, which looked almost entirely assembled from pastries. The surface of the well-baked cheese was splashed with red stains. But apparently some parts had deteriorated, exuding a foul smell, and white maggots wriggling on them.

"The cheese golem? It turns out that the source of the stench is him. Well, it should be because of the metamorphosis and the maggots, and the magic lines on it have been destroyed, making it so violent."

Allen watched with interest as the spoiled and violent cheese golem smashed everything that prevented him from chasing Draco.

Draco was as horrified as when he saw Voldemort's shadow in the first year, then scrambling to avoid him, accidentally smashed into a cabinet. He immediately screamed frantically while crawling towards Allen with his hands and feet.

I saw a woman with scars and blood on her face collapsed in the cabinet, with long black hair scattered on the cabinet board, and red stains on it.

The cheese golem seemed to spot Draco, staring at him closely. Draco held his wand high, and chanted quickly with his mouth, one after another, one after another, pouring out from the top of the wand, rushing towards the cheese golem.

However, these spells are like a drop of water flowing into the sea, without making any waves.

The seemingly soft and loose cheese golem was carved with magic patterns, and Draco's spells were completely useless.

"Perhaps, you should use some more advanced spells." Allen did not immediately shoot, but suggested like Malfoy.

Draco gritted his teeth and held up his wand—

Suddenly, the cheese golem in front of him shattered from his waist and scattered to the ground.

Hermione's figure appeared, and she held a chair in both hands.

Just now, Hermione waved the chair in her hand and smashed the cheese golem.

"My massage skills are still very useful at this time~www.NovelMTL.com~ Hermione stepped on the rail under the chair and raised her eyebrows at Alan.

Seeing Hermione like this, Allen laughed, and at the same time he felt that if the golem is made of precious metals, the magic resistance and physical resistance are high, this thing is still a bit valuable, such as those sculpture guards at Hogwarts .

Luna has rescued the dark-haired woman in the cupboard. Her injuries are not serious, and the "bloodstains" are also ketchup.

"Thank you so much, otherwise I really can't deal with it, my wand fell outside-Oh, by the way, my name is Monica Geller, the owner of this cake shop." Monica? Geller took Luna's hand gratefully.

"This cheese golem was made by you?" Allen asked.

"No, I made the cheese, but the magic pattern on it was drawn by my brother Rose." Monica shook her head.

"I have reminded him long ago that it is dangerous to study magic patterns like this, but he just wouldn't listen. Look, if it weren't for you, I don't know how long I will be in a coma in the cupboard before being discovered." Monica reluctantly Sighed.

"The contents of the magic pattern books on the market are relatively superficial, and private research will be more dangerous." Allen said.

After Alan decided to go back, he read the books about magic patterns in the tower. The magic patterns recorded in those ancient books should be very interesting and valuable.

Monica nodded repeatedly, and she finally had an excuse to persuade Rose to give up studying the magic pattern.

Monica was completely embarrassed, and there were still some bruises on her body, which made her very uncomfortable. Luna and Hermione helped her clean up and heal her. Allen and Draco voluntarily left to make room.

"Draco, I have a few words to tell you." In the living room, thinking of Draco's reckless behavior today, Allen stopped him.