All things are three at Hogwarts

"The ghosts of Hogwarts like to wander around a lot." Helena said with a worried tone, "Nearly Headless Nick often runs amok in any direction without looking at the road... They might fall in headfirst."

"Your mother will make a simplified version of the Room of Requirement between this secret room and our castle above." Allen had just finished a piece of carving. When he saw his daughter nearby, he took a large bottle of Coke from the temporary pile next to him. , poured a glass each for himself and Helena, and used quick freezing to make some ice cubes and put them in.

"Thank you, father." Helena saluted politely before taking it. She didn't feel thirsty, but she liked the atmosphere of eating with her parents very much. In addition, the bubbly and sweet taste was still It's a drink that can make ghosts feel something.

"Just like you don't want others to find you when you bury a body, it's best to dig deeper and put an extra dead dog on top..." Luna continued to draw the obsidian pillar in front of her, "Where's my share?"

"Don't teach Helena this..." Allen complained and got a drink for Luna in his hand, and then nuzzled at his daughter.

Helena nodded quickly. She took the cup and floated next to Luna, and began to feed her mother. She enjoyed being able to use the ability to touch things to do things for her parents.

The boy who looked like an old father refilled his carbonated drink, "Speaking of divine power... When you pretended to be the goddess of luck, you gained faith in the Hogwarts centaur tribe. Now they are being provoked by those pure-blood families. Coupled with the dragon farm set up to raise Drogon next to Hogwarts... this has made many centaurs start to worry... I am not worried that these centaurs will really react to me, but if something happens Out of respect for friendship, please help me go there if you have time."

"Huh? They are indeed continuing to pray to me..." Luna understood Allen's plan in an instant, but after a moment, her expression became a little dazed again, "But I don't remember the lines of Lady Luck..."

Allen frowned and rolled his eyes to relax, "Then these centaurs can't even remember how their ancestors were deceived by you... and how they came to believe in you. When the time comes, tell me what you can remember. I I’ll make some up for you now…”

"Yeah" Luna responded, and then she disliked her daughter for being a bit slow in feeding her. She subconsciously took the cup in Helena's hand with her hand. Then she realized her mistake and unintentionally spoke in a Scottish accent, "Oh haha. ...This stone pillar is scrapped..." She turned her eyes and looked at her daughter who didn't understand the situation, "Helena, when you see Hermione tomorrow, help your mother and ask her to prepare another material."

"Okay, mother." Helena agreed immediately.

"...It's okay Helena, I'll just let the clone tell Hermione and you don't have to worry about it." Allen glared at Luna who was about to blame her daughter again, and took the initiative to take the blame.

The light-blond girl didn't look at her husband. She just poured the ice cubes from the cup into her mouth and chewed them loudly. But then she seemed to be hit by the ice and started pinching her nose to make a headache.

While the Allen family of three were busy underground in Hogwarts.

In Diagon Alley, the dazzling sunlight shines on the shop windows. The wizards coming and going are enthusiastically discussing Britain's tough style in the International Federation of Wizards and the Harris family's Animagus transformation. Even the dazzling array of merchandise cannot draw away their interest and enthusiasm in discussing these hot topics that are currently happening in Britain. Even the story of the mysterious man being defeated in a duel is not out of date.

These hotly debated news and current affairs have made the public opinion in the British wizarding community very lively. The media controlled by pure-blood families seem to be discussing the matter, grabbing the Harris family and the Ministry of Magic, while the TV stations and TV stations controlled by Harris are The paper media was not as low-key as it had been some time ago, and began to talk to each other. Ordinary wizards in the British wizarding world who held hawkish and dovish ideas also suppressed their friends who had different opinions in this atmosphere. Debating a few words became the norm.

All the shops, the objects in front of the shops, the people shopping... Because school is about to start, Diagon Alley is very busy. There are places where wizards must go before school starts, such as Partridge's Cauldron, Madam Malkin's Robe Store, and Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. The store's business is very prosperous, and even the remote Ollivander's Wand Store has a long queue in front of it. There are more underage children entering and exiting the bookstore than in previous years.

A tall wizard walked out of a shop holding a stack of pots that were taller than he was, shouting loudly: "The stock has been replenished, copper, brass, pewter, silver Large pot, complete models, automatic stirring... foldable. Quantity is limited, pre-order as soon as possible.”

Putting down these crucibles, he wiped his sweat and shouted to the wizards who gathered around to buy: "Queue...queue..."

"Business this year is much better than in previous years. Hogwarts has added elementary schools and colleges this year... everyone needs to buy supplies for the start of school." A fat witch used her sunhat to fan the wind, her face flushed from the heat, "It's so hot, Florin's is out of ice cream."

"Thanks to the Umbrella Group lowering the price of potions, dragon liver used to be priced at seventeen psicoles an ounce in Slug & Giggs' pharmacy, but now you can buy it for only 13 psicoles..." Her companion displayed Counting his fingers, he said, "And it's a big help to me, allowing the youngest child to be sent over... This frees me up."

"The owners of those shops probably won't be too happy." The fat witch shrugged her fat shoulders, "It is said that the Hogwarts expansion plan also includes a commercial area plan, and the scale is much larger than Diagon Alley...the rent is very high It’s cheap, and we don’t have to set up a stall or share a room when we’re busy, but at least we can be neighbors.”

At this time, sonorous and powerful footsteps came from Diagon Alley, making the noisy street calm down. Looking in the direction of the sound, a group of armed Aurors wearing h94 uniforms came from the Leaky Cauldron on the corner. Led by Lunn, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, they walked in neat steps. His dragon leather boots made a neat sound, and he strode forward with his head held high.

The wizards who didn't know what was going on retreated to both sides, leaving the middle section of the road to this group of oppressive armed Aurors who seemed to be performing some kind of mission. They came straight to the tall, snow-white building that towered over the surrounding shops and the two shiny bronze doors of Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Upon seeing this, the goblin guard in a scarlet-gold uniform immediately put down the honesty detector that looked like a slender golden rod in his hand and ran, starting to report inside. After Voldemort's public comeback, Gringotts Wizarding Bank strengthened security measures. This includes checking people entering the bank using an honesty detector, a dark arts detector that can detect hidden spells and hidden magical objects when it moves around people.

Later, a group of guards composed of goblins and wizards poured out from the gate of Gringotts and blocked the shiny bronze gate of Gringotts.

Lunn asked the Aurors to stop behind him, returned a wizard salute to the leading goblin, and then said: "Since we received reliable information, the mysterious man's Horcrux is in the vault of Gringotts. After Gringotts issued the application, there has been no positive response from Gringotts to our request, so now we, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, are here on our own."

As he spoke, Lunn handed a letter of assistance that was actually issued by himself to the goblin Griphook at the front. The official magic seal of the Ministry of Magic shone brightly in the sun.

But unexpectedly, the goblins didn't even look at it. One of them just handed the investigation letter back.

The leading goblin bowed to Lunn and apologized: "Director Harris, it's not that Gringotts doesn't cooperate with the Ministry of Magic's work, it's just that we must provide security for our customers' properties, no matter who it is...even ourselves. Never take away wealth that does not belong to him from Gringotts... Please understand, Director Harris, you should understand that this place has the reputation of being the safest place outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"The mysterious man's Horcrux no longer belongs to the category of personal property. He involves the safety of the entire magical world," Lunn said in a sincere tone, but once again handed over the investigation letter in his hand, "For the peace and tranquility of the entire magical world, I hope that Gu Ling The government can cooperate with us."

The voice of the goblin who had just handed back the investigation letter sounded a little angry: "Gringotts has always been an independent existence and is not under the control of the Ministry of Magic. Director Harris, you have no right to investigate here."

"Gringotts Wizarding Bank can store anything of great value. We goblins will protect their wealth at all costs. We are the ideal guardians of the huge wealth in the wizarding world. We ourselves tell the secrets in Gringotts. If you violate the rules, other goblins will regard this as betrayal. The goblin who handed back the investigation letter sounded a little angry, "When it comes to gold and treasure, wizards cannot be trusted, and wizards do not respect goblins." ownership...you still owe us something. "

"Shut up, Griphook!" The leading goblin scolded the goblin, but when he looked at Lunn, he said in a gentle but firm tone, "This bank has been run by goblins for centuries. Director Harris, please understand. We cannot destroy the credibility we have worked so hard to build because of the mysterious man’s affairs.”