All things are three at Hogwarts

The man wearing a strange robe that looked familiar to him walked towards him. The watermelon in the hand of the melon wizard rolled to the ground. He took out his wand and pointed it at the person. He watched the person approaching cautiously, pretending to be brave. Asked: "This...are you a new colleague or a contact from the pure-blood family? I don't think I have seen you down there. Hello, my name is...according to your English pronunciation, it should be ji...wait and stop approaching. otherwise…"

But as soon as his wand was fixed on the person, the person lifted his hood in front of him. He finally saw the person's appearance clearly. The melon-planting wizard's throat was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound at all. Come, he felt that the palm of his hand holding the wand was sticky, and his shiny forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

His hands were shaking. In this case, he should have pressed the Death Eater mark and reported the news of Allen's arrival, but under the other party's eyes, he did not dare to make any move, his mind was full of wandering thoughts. It's all about how to save your own life.

"Alan ha... Principal Harris... I... I..." Sensing the dangerous and cold aura on Allen's body, the melon wizard stumbled back a few steps and felt a wave of heat flowing down his legs. It flowed out through his trouser legs, "I'm just...a melon grower...don't kill me..."

"So boss...how much does one of your melons cost?" Allen was very friendly when he smiled, but it was obviously more terrifying in the eyes of the melon-growing wizard.

"Take whatever you want! Take whatever you like!" The melon-growing wizard only felt more panicked.

"Let me ask you, how much does your melon cost?" Alan smiled for a long time.

Seeing that he couldn't satisfy the other party even if he didn't ask for money, the ponytail wizard opened his mouth. Seeing that the other party looked like he really wanted to buy the melon, he didn't dare not cooperate even though he knew that he was probably deliberately looking for trouble.

The ponytail wizard wiped the sweat on his forehead with his magic robe, and subconsciously blurted out: "7 Galleons...ah! No!" As if he was frightened by the price he quoted, he quickly changed his words, "Sorry I made a mistake, it was 7 knuts.”

The pony-tailed wizard found that the other party did not answer him immediately, but pressed his fingers on his arm just like they usually used the Death Eater mark. After waiting for a moment, Allen raised his head and smiled apologetically. , like a talkative customer: "Sir, could you please help me pick one?"

"Hi!" the melon-planting wizard responded inarticulately. His heart was in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. He stiffly opened his legs and walked to the field, numbly one by one. Playing the watermelon, I just felt a sense of despair. This Harris didn't want to kill him after he walked into the watermelon field.

The melon-planting wizard gingerly picked off a watermelon that he thought was growing better and patted it to confirm. He took a deep breath and turned around in fear, only to find that Allen didn't seem to have any intention of taking action against him, holding his hands. Standing on the edge of the field and looking at him, he looked as if he really came to buy a watermelon.

Although he breathed a sigh of relief, the melon-growing wizard came back tremblingly. He handed the watermelon in the direction of Allen, "Mr. Harris, what do you think of this?"

"Is this melon of yours still ripe?" Allen put his hand on the watermelon and patted it gently. The watermelon made a dull, dull sound, as if there was an echo.

"I am a watermelon grower! I know which melon is the most delicious...I will never pick a raw one for you!" He looked at Allen in fear, hugging the watermelon tightly with both arms, and whined stiffly with his lips and teeth. Ladi explained.

Then, the melon-growing man was shocked to see Allen suddenly and unhurriedly take away the wand he was not holding before. This simply frightened him a little, but the pony-tailed man, who knew how powerful the opponent was, had no will to resist. Can't even lift it.

Allen slashed it with his knife, and the watermelon fell to the ground, with red juice scattered everywhere.

Allen raised his head, dipped the tip of his wand into some blood-stained watermelon juice, put it to his nose, smelled it and said, "It's indeed ripe. Maybe my aunt will like this smell more..."

"Mr. Harris, I'm going to pick a few more for you. Please... eh?!"

The magic wand in Allen's hand turned into a sharp sword composed of magical energy that exuded red light. Seeing this situation, the melon wizard realized the fate he was about to face. He had just spoken out in despair. He screamed crazily, but then he felt something hot pressing against the flesh of his stomach and entering. Then there was severe pain and weakness, and all the muscles in his body spasmed, and he lost strength. Only huffing and puffing.

"I've been drinking too much recently and need to control it. I can't eat too much sweet things... Your level of spell casting is just right for me to use this useless trick as some weight loss exercise..." Wait until Allen is about to It was pulled out, and the pony-tailed man suddenly felt a wave of warmth spurting out of his abdominal cavity. He covered his wound, his facial features wrinkled together, and he tilted with a plop, falling to the ground.

"It is indeed good to use human blood to water the land with magic, but in this modern era... I have a half-blood friend who regularly casts an enlargement spell on pumpkins to solve the planting problem. You are still using Muggles to farm the land. It's no longer..." Allen took the transformed wand back, kicked the ponytail man's wand away at will, and began to dig in his pocket, "If you keep pressing on the wound, you might be able to hold on for a while longer. , but if letting you go can end the pain quickly, if you can muster up the perseverance to get your own magic wand over there again to treat yourself, maybe you can survive, what about it? What will you choose?" As he said, Ai Lun took out a handful of gold Galleons and threw it at the other party, "By the way, I've taken over your melon field."

Feeling the sound of his breathing, the ponytail wizard heard the stone door moving in the cellar grotto not far away. Realizing that he was hopeless, he let go of the hand holding the wound in frustration. He felt that his eyelids were healing. It became heavier and heavier, and he tried hard to keep his eyes open, but finally he could no longer hold on.

Before closing his eyes completely, what he saw was the sound of Allen's pair of ancient-style leather boots walking steadily towards the grotto.

Inside the grotto, the Death Eaters who were left behind heard the sharp screams of the melon wizard and realized that something was going on outside. They immediately gathered together, pulled out their wands, and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

But the originally unobstructed entrance to the cave was suddenly surrounded by a surging yellow-green mist that appeared out of thin air.

The wizards running at the front had no time to dodge, and their thin bodies suddenly softened and fell directly to the ground, dead.

The remaining two larger dark wizards also lost their lives after a few seconds. One of them originally tried to run forward, while the other tried to hold his breath and started to retreat, but obviously this did not help, because they almost They fell to the ground at the same time.

"Don't move forward! Someone has placed a death cloud spell at the door!" shouted a wizard dressed as a Death Eater who clearly had a higher status than the others. He recognized the spell and quickly grabbed the people around him. .

Gradually, more and more yellow-green surging clouds gathered at the door, replacing the original stone door, blocking all the passages to the outside of the grotto.

Everyone stopped and took a few steps back collectively, but the wands in their hands were still facing the door.

"The master was attacked just after he left us. This is a trap. Hurry! Don't wait and tell them to come back!" Some smart dark wizards realized something was wrong immediately and quickly tried to report the news to the Dark Lord.

The rather clever wizard who just shouted used his wand to touch the Death Eater mark on his arm when he shouted, but the loose magic seemed to be lost in the sea, without arousing any response. It hurt, and I didn't feel the familiar burning feeling: "I can't contact the owner, someone has set up a screen barrier!"

After he finished roaring, the scene became strangely quiet for a moment. At the entrance of the grotto where the light was blocked by clouds and fog, in this passage that was so quiet that it was almost stagnant, they suddenly heard a muffled, thick and rapid sound. breathing sound.

Many Death Eaters stopped moving in this atmosphere, just as they had expected, and then a dazzling red light shone in the yellow-green mist, illuminating the dark space.

A figure exuding an icy aura of death appeared in front of them. The wizard wearing ancient robes had an Auror-style beak mask on his face that was used by doctors in the Middle Ages to isolate the air. The dazzling light was just right. It was caused by the red magic power emerging from the tip of the wand he was holding in his hand.