All things are three at Hogwarts

As soon as Allen put away the Gryffindor-colored scarf and other things, he felt the badge on his neck getting warm. Allen pressed the Auror badge that he was wearing temporarily for the convenience of contacting Aurors tonight, and listened attentively. After reading the news for a moment, he raised his head again with a solemn gaze: "The Auror has just sent the information of casualty statistics... Leaving aside us wizards themselves and those who have been injured but have been cured, tonight in Little Whinging District …Seven Muggles died tragically."

Harry glared at Voldemort angrily. He felt the raging anger licking his insides and burning in the terrible hole. Although Voldemort did not hear Allen's report here, after he looked at Harry for a moment, After learning this information, he smiled maliciously at Harry, a boy of high school age, with great interest.

Dumbledore continued to remain silent. He pressed his forehead tiredly. The street lights in the park shone on his gray eyebrows, beard, and deep wrinkles, making him look... It was as if it had become a silent statue.

"The Ministry of Magic will arrange these misfortunes to occur as accidents. The Ministry of Magic will allocate one Galleons to be converted into British pounds as compensation, and send it to the relatives of these dead Muggles as compensation for reasons acceptable to Muggles." Allen Noticing Harry's expression, he added, "I will personally provide some financial compensation to these unfortunate families..."

"If they hadn't transferred me, they wouldn't have lost their lives like this." Harry's voice was trembling, and he suddenly thought of a possibility. He shuddered, his face turned pale, and he opened his mouth directly, asking in a hoarse and low voice, " Allen...are there any of the dead people we knew before?"

Allen, who had never worried about this problem, was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Harry meant. Near Privet Drive, many of them were their classmates or teachers when they were in Muggle school. What made Allen a little sad was that, At that time, because of Dudley's relationship, many of those classmates regarded Harry as a weirdo and did not regard them as friends. But now Harry is worried that some of them will die because of him...

"Sorry Harry, we have to wait for further information on the specific persons who died." Allen was stunned by Harry's question for a moment. He paused and kept his tone calm, a little sanctimoniously. He continued, "If there is any misfortune... I will tell you as soon as possible."

Harry sighed deeply and looked down at the tips of his shoes.

At this time, a bald, middle-aged wizard ran up to Allen panting, and said to Allen slightly excitedly: "Mr. Harris, the live broadcast equipment has been properly installed to ensure that it remains stable without being affected by magic."

The wizard didn't dare to look in Voldemort's direction at all. After telling Alan and seeing him nod, he ran back quickly and silently. As a media person, although he was very afraid of the Dark Lord, the thought of being able to personally participate in the live broadcast and recording of a documentary about such a battle between top wizards made his heart ablaze.

"Alan, take revenge on him for us!" Harry clenched his fists and regretted that he was too lazy to practice spells in school to gain stronger power.

"Harry, don't let hatred swallow up your nature..." The silent Dumbledore finally spoke, and he put his hand on Harry's shoulder again, "Also, Alan... although I personally think you shouldn't be like this. Take risks, the British wizarding world needs you...I noticed that Tom's aura and mental condition are not quite right, you'd better be more careful."

"Albus, take Harry and stand far away. If you can, please help protect the staff on site. Without the help of Aurors, I have little confidence in the shield they created." Allen nodded to Dumbledore Then he turned around and walked towards Voldemort, bowed slightly not far in front of him and pointed in the direction of the live broadcast station, "Mr. Riddle, the TV station staff told me that the live broadcast side is ready. May I ask if you are here?" Do you still need to prepare? If you have any other reasonable requests, just ask, and I will try my best to accommodate you."

Hearing this, Voldemort's red eyes with two slits for pupils appeared brighter in the darkness. His surprisingly long fingers slowly stretched into the all-black and even somewhat plain black robe, and pulled out a deep pocket. He took out a wand, and slowly and gently stroked the wand from the beginning with his long, pale hand. His bright red eyes finally focused on Allen, and he made a cold and sharp voice: "Then, the boy from the Harris family, tell me …Has the live broadcast started yet?”

"If you are ready..." Alan replied, "it will start before we enter the venue. The TV station has inserted this message during the previous arrangement. Now I think there are basically wizard TV families... all the wizards Waiting to watch our duel..."

"Very well..." Voldemort's lips twisted into a malicious smile, "Harris, I will kill you in front of all wizards and expose your shameless lies..."

At this time, a large open space has been cleared in this small park. The facilities for children to play have disappeared. The street lights have also been temporarily moved to other locations using magic. Various live broadcast transfer equipment in the distance are high up. They were hoisted up to take pictures of the situation in the venue from various angles, and Dumbledore had just personally added several super-strong iron armor shields for them.

This situation, which seemed to be the center of attention, put a hint of tension in the air.

Two black-robed wizards dressed in different styles, gorgeous and simple, appeared in the park very close to the ground at the same time. They were about ten yards away. They could appear so accurately not far from each other, as if they were It's common to know exactly where the other person will choose to start.

"Ah, young Harris..." Voldemort called, his voice echoing in the air above the park. "So, how do we begin now..."

"As we agreed." Allen nodded and replied, while searching for the spells he had learned in his brain. He didn't really want the battle to end too quickly.

"You mean the two of us..." Voldemort wrinkled his eyebrow-less corrugator muscles and said with a louder emphasis than usual, "A duel until one of the parties falls?" Speaking of this, Voldemort Laughing loudly, Allen knew that the other party had used magic power to make this sound, which was enough to make wizards who were not skilled enough to fear and start running away.

"Oh, Tom... let's be less clichéd and more sincere." Allen sighed and pointed at his brain, "You clearly know that this trick didn't work for me last year, so why do you still use it?"

"Call me Voldemort!" Voldemort suppressed his anger at the opponent's routine and sincerity. He shouted in a low voice, "Little boy, you haven't answered my question yet, how do we start this duel?!"

"Okay Tom, I look forward to us starting right away..." After Allen finished speaking, he put his smile back and asked seriously before the other party exploded, "Mr. Riddle, how about following British tradition?"

"Humph..." Voldemort's cold, sharp voice was played out simultaneously. His angry cheeks were now paler than a skull, and his two big eyes were even redder, like the two thin slits on his snake-like flat nose. His nostrils opened and closed and he breathed out, "That's best. Let me teach you, this rude guy, what the wizard's tradition is."

The two sides said nothing more. Allen and Voldemort, accompanied by the black mist on their lower bodies, turned to face each other in the air and bowed. They all do it so well that even the most demanding etiquette experts can't find fault with the angle of their bows.

However, the corners of Voldemort's lips were twisted, and there was an unmistakable cruel look in his red eyes; Allen's eyes narrowed, and there was a smile on his lips, but the disdain and ridicule revealed in that expression made Voldemort's expression on the opposite side even more ferocious. .

Voldemort then held his wand to his chest like an arrow, while Alan took out his own and the Great Arcanist's staff that Luna had made in the past.