Hogwarts Everything is Three

Allen did not answer the other party's words, but raised his hand. A compass in an octagonal box appeared in his hand. He opened the compass. The pointers depicted on the compass swayed disorderly, in black and gold. The dial turns quickly.

Jack touched his waist, then opened his eyeshadow and looked at the wizard exaggeratedly.

And Alan didn’t seem to notice Jack’s gaze. He let his palm rest on the surface of the compass. A burst of blue light flashed. The symbol of the Three Hallows of Death, which represents the power of the underworld, was engraved on the bottom of the compass. Engraved his omniscient mark on the inside of the compass flip-in fact, in the process of transforming the magic item, his omniscience mark is just a mark without any additional magical effects.

The moment Alan took his hand back, the compass disappeared from his hand, and then he raised his staff, and the shadow came from the staff and shot towards the water in the English Channel in the distance.

Jack's attention was not on the magic that the other party had just used. He only felt that his belt sank slightly, and the compass had returned to its original position, even at the same skewed angle, as if it had never been. Changed.

"The wizard who made this compass is very powerful-if this person is really a wizard. It can help the owner guide to what he wants most in his heart." Alan casually praised the workmanship of the compass. However, thinking of the disorderly shaking pointer just now in his heart, he calmly continued to add: "Since I have decided to pay the favor, I will pay it to the end. I will help you find some sailors who never know how tired and don’t need to pay. Use your compass to control them."

"I don't know tiredness and salary, I seem to be familiar with this kind of things..." Jack was interrupted by the surging sea in the distance, and he watched dozens of unknown objects swimming fast toward this side.

Pieces of gray human bodies appeared on the surface of the water before their eyes. These stiff corpses had just been exposed to the surface of the water. The flesh and blood on their bodies split apart, fell off their bodies and fell into the sea, floating on the surface of the sea, leaving only pale white. The skeleton, the Norman costumes they wore during their lifetime and the chain mail with an elongated hem hung empty on this skeleton.

It wasn't until they were brought near the coast by the power of magic that these newborn skeletons seemed to have regained their freedom. They came out of the sea mechanically and walked slowly to the shore to approach the owner of the compass.

These corpses are the Normans who have not had time to absorb the soul just now, and their souls have already gone to the underworld. Allen turned their left-over bodies into skeleton sailors-although the lowest-level undead creatures headed for the underworld in the soul Later, he could only mechanically carry out the command of the compass master, but it was great for a Muggle captain, even if he might have been in contact with many things in the magic world.

At the sign of Allen's chin, Jack picked up the compass. After opening it, he seemed to be lost for a while, and then the skeletons who had been standing quietly began to raise their hands and stomping. Jack blinked slyly with an unstoppable smirk and started humming the pirate's tune. He raised the hand holding the compass with a touch of feminine elegance, and the skeletons swayed the squeaky skeleton They danced.

"You have enough time to experiment with them, but I suggest that you have a clear division of labor for each of them on the boat, and don't explain to them that they need too many steps and autonomy to complete..." Allen said, he stopped suddenly, and he passed Shadow Three The Eye Crow knew the situation in the north, "Then, Captain Jack, I think it's almost time to say goodbye."

After giving the order to make these skeletons climb on the repaired sailing boat, Jack put the compass back on his waist, and then unfastened a dirty dark green glass wine bottle from behind his belt. He bit off the cork first. After taking a big sip, he took a scent of oak and the fruity aroma of rum and the rotten taste of the pirate's bad teeth. He threw the bottle to Allen with a bit of five notes. Incomplete singing sang: "Drink this cup, no worries nor worries, YOHO."

Alan, who is a bit hygienic, felt that he really wanted to take a sip. He let the wine fly out of the bottle and took a big sip-although obviously doing so can actually only serve a certain comfort.

However, as if being reminded by rum, Allen took out a wooden box of potion ointment from his pocket and threw it to the opponent as if he had just remembered.

"What good thing is this again?" Jack held the wooden box greedily and sniffed.

"It's indeed a good thing-applying it to the affected area once can treat your syphilis, but it has no preventive effect, so don't waste it." Allen, who dropped the empty wine bottle, pointed to the bleeding scab on his chin. After answering in the same area, after exploring the other person’s thoughts, I added a sentence~www.NovelMTL.com~ If you want to pay back the favor, go to the Holy Roman Empire to have more children when you are free, especially if you encounter By the time the girl named Grindelwald..."

"Aye," Jack spread out his hands, shrugged his shoulders and squeezed his mouth. He agreed to the request that made him feel a little absurd. Then he glanced at the bottle that Alan had dropped on the ground and said, "Someone told me Life does not mean living forever, Harris, the key is to live out yourself forever."

After speaking, Jack pointed his hand to Alan's heart in the air. After Alan nodded at the pirate, he waved his hand as a goodbye, and disappeared when he stepped into the shadow.

A few minutes later, on this black Galen three-masted ship, Captain Jack stroked the grip on his rudder and smiled, and then suddenly realized that his action was a bit misunderstood, somewhat indecent, turning his own Eyeballs looked at the skeletons around him with some worry, in case they made any strange expressions-and then realized that they were different from the undead he had encountered and provoked at sea before, and had no mind.

Jack heaved a sigh of relief and took out his compass. Although he could control it without making a sound, he still roared out, "Sit your place, you wretched dogs! Get ready to turn the sail! Now... let's drive far away! "Looking at the skeletons under control, he whispered in his own voice, "The free one."

"Outright villain, let's drink it, brothers! YOHO!"

Following the half-tone singing in Jack's mouth, who was twisting and holding the rudder, and the direction indicated by the compass in his hand, the black ship was also heading southwest, and the ship was eventually lost in the English Channel. The figure of sailing ship belonging to this era.