All things are three at Hogwarts

"It's Cheryl!" Hermione slammed the table and stood up from her seat. Everyone followed and pushed open the door of the bar.

A large wooden barrel that had been placed at the door was overturned on its side. A thin man was shaking and cursing, pointing his wand at Cheryl, who was already sitting on the rain-covered street floor.

The wizard in front of him was of medium height and thin, with brown curly hair piled unkemptly on his head. His eyes were gloomy under his narrow forehead. Due to excessive drinking, his eyes and nose were red, and his expression was a little dazed. His complexion might have been very... He looks good, but unfortunately he now has a messy beard and looks dirty. Although he has a big mouth, his teeth are quite neat.

Hermione glared at Sean, pulled out her wand and tried to teach the man a lesson, but was stopped by Allen's outstretched arm. The drunkard seemed to have noticed that he was surrounded by Allen and his guards, and there were people listening. He noticed the movement of the Aurors who came closer, but the alcohol made him still a little dazed.

"Hermione, you and Leonard should go in and talk about the umbrella. I'll take care of it here." Allen said softly, pointing his chin towards Cheryl. She just got up with a miserable look on her face and noticed Hermione. There were several people. She lowered her head in embarrassment and waved her hands to indicate that she was fine. She hurriedly pulled out her wand and used magic to clean herself up.

Hermione glanced at Allen hesitantly and suspiciously, but finally walked back to the bar with the guards and Leonard, and Allen waved his hand to tell the Aurors to stand aside and stay away.

Seeing the crowd disperse, Sean's only sense seemed to disappear with it. He approached his wife, holding a large curved wine bottle in his left hand. It was unclear whether it was the wine or the rain that had tied his sloppy beard into strands. He pointed his magic wand at his wife and cursed loudly, mumbling some nonsense that required her to pay him back.

Cheryl stood there and leaned to one side, her head tilted to one side. She was a little afraid to look directly at her drunken husband. It seemed that she had been treated like this a lot recently. Sean's wand tip hit Cheryl's chest hard. Cheryl used her hand to block the tip of his wand that wanted to continue, and staggered back two steps. Tears flowed from her eyes, but She just rubbed her sore chest, not daring to resist.

Allen walked not far away from the couple as if he was leisurely. The table and chair where they had just eaten suddenly appeared in the Three Broomsticks Tavern. Allen sat down comfortably and picked up his own food. After grabbing a piece of fried pork rinds from his wine glass and swallowing it, he raised his hand to the stunned Sean and motioned for him to continue. His wife, Cheryl, felt too embarrassed and lowered her head. She felt everything except her red cheeks. faded.

Allen's arrogant behavior seemed to make Sean sober up. His nostrils flared and he bit his upper lip angrily. He tilted his head and glared at Allen, but he still didn't realize who he was facing. He was so angry that He seemed to have a crooked mouth, and with the lingering power of having just scolded Cheryl, he held the wand and walked towards Allen, shaking his head and tail.

Cheryl's face turned pale. As soon as she said something, Allen waved his hand to stop her. Sean had already come over. He raised his wand and gestured threateningly at Allen: "Boy, here it is. I'll get out of here."

As if Allen realized his rashness, he quickly stood up and bowed slightly to apologize to him, then took out a handful of gold galleons from his own pocket and handed it to the other party.

Sean, who was not quite sober to begin with, subconsciously took it with his hands. After noticing what was in his hands, he slowly tilted his head from one side to the other. He couldn't take his eyes away from Jin Gallon, and his ears suddenly changed. His face was red, his mouth was slightly open and he was even more confused.

Alan calmly took out another bottle of beautifully packaged magic potion from his pocket, handed the bottle of antidote to him, and asked the other person to sober up. Sean, who had no intention of finding trouble, quickly put the gold galleon in his hand. Putting it in his pocket, he took the potion and took a sip without thinking. Then he sighed and realized that Allen was not inviting him to drink.

Noticing Sean's gaze, Allen took out the pocket watch he had used when attending Albert's wedding and looked at it in his hand, not to check the time, but to inadvertently let the watch in front of him begin to slow down under the influence of the potion. Sober drunks know its value.

Sean, who was aroused by the antidote, began to feel that the wizard in front of him looked familiar, but his attention was successfully attracted to the pocket watch. Its color combination was very bright, and it looked like it had filigree. The French dial is inlaid with many blue gems.

Sean's pupils shrank, and he immediately sat down next to Allen. If Allen hadn't stopped him, he would have bought Allen a drink with the gold galleons Allen had just given him.

After some conversation, Sean learned that the reason for using the Gold Galleons was because Alan simply felt that Cheryl touched the back of his hand when she blocked his wand, which made Alan feel like he was shaking with anger. Wizards need to make amends and wizards should stand up from now on.

Sean looked at the male boxer in front of him who he thought was an upstart, and thought to himself that he might have met a drunkard... His eyes rolled around drunkenly, and he glanced disdainfully at Allen, who was lowering his head. He scratched his messy hair and had an idea in his mind. He stood up immediately, turned around and scolded Cheryl loudly: "Come here, just slap me."

Cheryl, who was just beside her, didn't hear the conversation clearly. She took two steps back, stared at her husband warily and fearfully, and shook her head to reject this request that puzzled her.

Noticing that his wife didn't move, Sean's eyes widened and the whites of his eyes were exposed, and he yelled anxiously: "Hurry up."

Under the threat of such a gaze, Cheryl had no choice but to reach out her hand, tentatively and gently brushed Sean's face, and then took a few steps back to avoid retaliation. Sean squinted his eyes, tilted one side of his lips, and sneered. This made Cheryl feel scared. Her hand also reached for the wand and held it tightly in her hand.

But at this time, Alan took out a large handful of Galleons from his pocket and threw it on the table. The sound of the Galleons hitting, spinning, and beating on the table was so clear and sweet that Sean immediately turned back to look at these shining objects. Gold coins, breathing quickly, this one has more gold galleons than the one just now.

Sean rushed forward in disbelief. He deliberately covered his face and asked Allen with a trembling voice: "This...this...these are also for me? Huh?...Are you Mr. Harris?" "

Allen, who was finally recognized by the other party, had no additional reaction. He picked up the wine glass, took a big sip and burped and said, "Yes, they are yours now, because this time you were hurt more than before. "

"Thank you! Dear Mr. Harris!" Sean seemed to have basically returned to normal consciousness, but he was still covering his cheek, which he had not felt at all just now, and used his other hand to spend the money desperately for fear that Allen would regret it. stuffed into his pocket.

She finally understood everything in front of her. Although she was just a waiter, her pride as a pure-blood made Cheryl feel that it was very unseemly. She shook her head and tried to persuade her husband to have some backbone, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was tasted sweet. Sean grabbed her neck all of a sudden, and then yelled loudly and in a low voice: "Idiot, while he is drunk! Beat me up, harder than before!"

"I'm not drunk..." Allen just smiled, and he slowed down to explain, "It's just that the life of rich people... is often so unpretentious... and boring..."

Sean was a little disdainful at first, but after hearing Allen's lines, he knew that the other person was sober enough. Allen watched Sean's expression change from contempt, to surprise, to tears of gratitude in just three seconds, and found it particularly interesting.

Sean then continued to scold Cheryl and told her to do something. The witch glared at Allen with tears of humiliation in her eyes, and then was stabbed by her husband with the wand again. In pain and at her husband who looked more urgent and angry, Under the fear brought by him, the woman finally gave up her fragile stubbornness and began to beat her husband.

Cheryl gradually became more and more proficient from the initial trial. In the blink of an eye, she had helped her husband earn more than 300 gold galleons. However, Sean seemed to have no intention of stopping and even scolded Cheryl for hitting him too lightly.

And Cheryl seemed to be tired from the beating, so she simply pulled out her wand from her waist, and tried all kinds of small attacks on him, ranging from stiff legs to paralysis, to burning and burning. Curse.

Allen grabbed a handful of fried pork rinds with his left hand, and occasionally took one out of the fried pork rinds with his right hand and popped it into his mouth. He believed that after this wave of operations, Sean would at least have a lot of balance after paying off his debts.

It's just that the eyes of the two people in front of them have exchanged. The chair that has been transformed by Cheryl's transformation technique, and Sean who is imprisoned on it, has changed from the fierce look at his wife to the fear now; and Cheryl From the fear of looking at Sean at the beginning, to the beating and spell casting, the usual grievances and fears turned into anger.

Later, the man in front of Cheryl was covered with bruises. The two ears on his head were wrinkled due to the effect of the ear-wrinkling spell, and his tongue and roof of the mouth were also stuck under the effect of the lock tongue. Together, Cheryl was so immersed in it that she didn't notice that Sean had already been begging for mercy.

Cheryl's curses also changed from the ordinary curses at the beginning, and later those with the least negative degree, annoying but interesting curses, to the current curses with medium negative degree, causing pain or harm, and then this Slytherin The graduated witch began to recite curses. This is a type of black curse, and it is also the most evil type of black magic. Curses have many forms, and their magic powers are different, but most of them will cause serious harm or pain. , such as unbearable pain, mental control or direct death, and the most unforgivable of them can even cause irreversible damage.

Sean, who had completely sobered up under the effect of the antidote, learned from the movement of his demon-impaired wife waving her wand the magic she was going to use next. In his desperate and frightened eyes, he determined the shape of Cheryl's mouth. , she did shout out the spell as he guessed: "Thunderbolt explosion!"

However, this spell that had been cast on Peter Pettigrew, killing twelve Muggles in the street, and causing a lot of damage, automatically dissipated in the air as soon as it was formed.

Cheryl turned her head suddenly and looked at the wand in her hand in surprise, wondering why the spell failed. Then she woke up immediately and realized that she had almost killed her husband, and she started to cover her mouth in surprise.

"Sorry, Cheryl, I don't have any change on me." Allen's voice sounded, and the two couples looked over and saw that Allen was putting down his arm, letting the couple who had watched him duel with the mysterious man I understand that it was Allen who dispelled the spell.

Afterwards, Allen put his hand on his mark for a moment, and Victor Fritz Barca, who was not wearing uniform and showed a head of blond curly hair, responded: "Master?"

"Sorry to disturb your vacation Victor, but please help me send this gentleman to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment... and please help this gentleman bring the money and return it to him..." After that, Allen Pointing in the direction of Sean and raising his hand, the temporary effects of the confinement chairs transformed by Cheryl's not-so-subtle transformation technique and those curses were lifted.

Victor, who had neatly put away the gold galleons on the table, did not ask Allen again about the reason or give him time to say more. He just grabbed the other man's arm and disappeared after a burst of black mist. In situ.

"I'm sorry Cheryl, the reason for your family's misfortune is the responsibility of the umbrella... I apologize to you on behalf of the Harris family..." Allen suddenly changed his previous nouveau riche attitude and bowed solemnly to Cheryl.

"What... Principal Harris??" Cheryl was made even more unable to grasp the current situation by the sudden change.

"Cheryl, I know you have been holding back because of the children at home...but I think you can choose another way to get along with Mr. Sean." Allen said sincerely: "I mean, if you If you don't plan to change the current situation... In my opinion, compared with Mr. Sean, your spell casting level, you can definitely make Mr. Sean sober at the appropriate time... My behavior just now was so well-educated for you. It's too rude and inappropriate for a pure-blood witch... But I just hope I can help you realize what you can do... huh?" Allen looked into the waitress's eyes and nodded understandingly, "Oh, if you You need time to consider your future relationship... Maybe a temporary cooling-off period can help you think about your future life... I will ask Victor to temporarily arrange Mr. Sean to the Americas and let him work in the Umbrella Branch..."