Hogwarts Everything is Three

Returning from the confinement room to the hall, Owen enthusiastically poured a glass of elderberry wine for his youngest son Allen, and drank it one after another. There is nothing more happier for parents than the success of children.

Irving talked and talked about all kinds of interesting things he saw or heard at the Ministry of Magic, the life characteristics of magical creatures, and the battle adventures of the Aurors.

All the ladies present cast their eyes on him, and Hermione said in a low voice, "These things you said can be written into a fascinating set of articles."

Alan leaned forward, clenched his fists under his chin, and said to his father Owen and his brothers Albert and Lun: "The Dark Lord is about to rise. Karkaroff is scared. He wants to run away."

Allen told his father and brother what he knew about Karkaroff and overheard the conversation between Snape and Karkaroff.

"When Karkaroff saw you flying out of the lake, he seemed to have been stabbed by a needle. He jumped up from the chair, his face was shockingly pale, and he turned around and wanted to run, but was caught by Dumbledore. Stopped it." Owen couldn't help laughing when he thought of Karkaroff's **** expression.

"Grindelwald used to study at Durmstrang." Owen rubbed his palms. "But perhaps we can control Karkaroff. You can temporarily let Renn bring a few people between the British and German Ministry of Magic. In the past in the name of communication, in return for protecting him, I think Durmstrang should at least vacate a few teacher positions for the newly recruited elite in our family."

Owen looked at Allen and smiled broadly: "Speaking of these elites, after watching your game, the young elites of my team who have been oppressed for years and have not lost the pride of the pure-blood family treat you very much. Convinced, if you have tasks assigned to them in the future, you should receive the greatest support."

Allen nodded and looked at Albert who was playing with an empty wine bottle: "Albert, Penello needs to be transferred from the front line to fight. Let her work in the Auror office for a while. "

Albert Feature nodded, but looked at Ellen with a puzzled look.

"Her recent emotions are not right. Staying away from those battles will ease her emotions. At the same time, she can also have more time in the tower to train family members who are not good at fighting like Daisy and Hermione, and use their wands. It can grow quickly."

Penello leaned on the back of the sofa, the wand turned flexibly in her palm. Upon hearing this, her wand flew out of her palm and was quickly pulled back into her hand by the chain. She looked up at Alan. , But there was no objection.

"Well, it's not too early, everyone go back and rest." Owen looked at the magic clock hanging on the wall and suggested.

"There is still something to deal with in the ministry. Penello, you will come with me, and by the way, you will also issue your position transfer letter." Albert is a resolute person, and he likes to deliver the work immediately and does not like to delay.

Penello politely bid farewell to Mr. Harris and the others, but her big charming eyes did not dare to meet Allen's eyes, and then Albert disappeared from the tower in an instant.

Allen also stood up and said goodbye to the family. When passing by Aunt Josephine, Allen hugged Josephine, "Aunt Josephine, if you are in charge of the Department of Fantastic Animal Management and Control in the Ministry, if anyone cherishes danger Magical creatures, remember to collect the blood and body tissues of these dangerous creatures."

Alan, who had left the tower, turned into the form of a phoenix. Through the impression of perception, he found Luna first, and teleported back to Ravenclaw's common room with Luna.

After saying goodbye to Luna, he positioned Hermione again. Hermione who had left the tower apparated to the edge of the school, bypassing the black lake, holding the backswing of the school uniform cloak in both hands, and ran towards Hogwarts. Go, obviously she is accustomed to abide by the school rules and does not want to miss the curfew time.

Ellen, who teleported to Hermione's side, shocked Hermione. Hermione leaned over her body in anger and turned her back to Ellen.

Allen smiled, didn't care, stayed by Hermione's side, and walked towards the castle with Hermione who had slowed down.

"Hermione, you should also remember to promote a few wizards as your assistants in the cram school. Don't put your mind too much on the training. Your current priority is to make your wand grow." Allen adjusted Turning around, he told Hermione gently.

"However, I'm worried that other people may not be enough to convince the crowd, and it won't be good for the training class to become chaotic." Hermione hesitated, "I can do both."

Allen squeezed Hermione's cheek: "Although the training courses are really important to me and to the Harris family, they are nothing compared to you."

After that, in the days after the second game, the weather became colder day by day. Although the weather became clearer, every time I came to the field outside the castle, the cold wind still blew the hands of the little wizards. My face hurts and my face hurts.

The owls cannot deliver the letter in time, because the strong wind always blows them off the target. Finally, the owl appeared at breakfast time on Friday, half of the feathers on his body were swayed by the wind.

Allen took off the newspapers and magazines such as "Daily Prophet" and "Diverse Tune" tied to their legs and fed them some water. The owls gratefully pecked Allen's fingers and spread their wings and flew away.

But the dinner table is obviously not a good place to read newspapers, Allen picked up these magazines, got up and left.

When he walked down the steps to the hall, he saw the group of Slytherins headed by Pansy Parkinson gather together. They were all looking at something and giggled happily.

When Ron quickly rushed past Allen with a newspaper, Pansy's fox face protruded from Gore's fat back with excitement, and the group of Slytherins smiled happily.

"They're here, they're here!" she giggled, and the bunch of Slytherins dispersed.

Allen saw a magazine in her hand-"Witcher Weekly". The active photo on the cover is of a witch with curly hair, grinning, showing her mouth full of teeth, and pointing her magic wand to a large sponge cake.

Allen quickened his pace. He became interested in the newspaper in his hands. In the library, Allen first opened the "Witcher Weekly".

Effortlessly, Allen found what he was looking for on the front page of the magazine. A color photo occupies a whole page, and Krum looked at Ron's nose intently. On Ron's nose with a few small freckles, there was a water beetle.

At the same time, in the potions classroom, Ron also flipped through the magazine annoyed: he may be a much-anticipated boy-but he also experiences the pain that adolescent boys often have~www.NovelMTL.com~Li Tower Skeeter reports. After the World Cup, Victor Krum finally met Ron Weasley, the love of his life at Hogwarts. Ron Weasley ate and slept with Harry Potter for three years, inseparable from each other.

Ron Weasley was a mediocre but ambitious wizard, who seemed to have a soft spot for famous wizards, but Harry couldn't satisfy his appetite alone. Ever since he met the famous Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum in the World Cup, Mr. Weasley has been playing with the feelings of two wizards.

Krum was obviously overwhelmed by the cunning red-haired Mr. Weasley. In the second game of the Three Witches Tournament, he not only fought hard to rescue him, but also thoughtfully as a wife grooming her husband. Arrange the appearance for Ron Weasley.

Perhaps what Mr. Krum needs to pay attention to is that as a qualified boyfriend, this Ron Weasley may not be a good choice. Principal Karkaroff should probably check whether Mr. Krum has mistakenly convinced him. Ecstasy.

Of course, at Hogwarts, ecstasy is naturally banned, and Albus Dumbledore undoubtedly needs to investigate this matter seriously. At the same time, people who have good wishes for Mr. Krum hope that next time he gives his true feelings, he must choose a more valuable candidate.

Harry, who was sitting on Ron’s side, saw Ron's peeking at the magazine. When class was over, Harry quickly passed Ron and called Ron for the first time after the Cold War: "You will leave Li next time. Tar Skeet stay away! She ugly you into that kind of slut!"

"Slut?! The newspaper said I was a boyfriend!!!"

"Ron, you idiot, you are not really gay!"