All things are three at Hogwarts

Ian's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the horned snake necklace and he felt the rough necklace imprinted on his palm. He left quickly without looking back and went straight back to the room specially prepared for the contestants of the International Duel Competition. It was awkward. Jessica is not here, anyway, she has a place to live on the floating city of Hogwarts.

Ian didn't even want to eat dinner, so he sat on the sofa and stared at the horned snake necklace in his hand. Time seemed to pass very slowly. It was only three hours and seventeen minutes before he got the door key that he felt the door key move. It was as if a hook suddenly hooked his stomach, and he disappeared from the room.

When he reappeared, Ian, who was vigilantly holding his wand, landed in a courtyard surrounded by stone mosaics. After looking around, Ian began to use magic to try to determine his position, but found that he was blocked by magic. Covered.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here..." A gentle voice came, and the large clusters of pansy in the courtyard garden dispersed, revealing Graves standing in the courtyard.

"That's great, Gangdu Fushi! You're still alive!" Ian, who was a little stunned, came to his senses and hugged him excitedly. Then he looked up and down and found that the other person didn't seem to be hurt and sighed, "You're safe. It’s so nice, I was worried that those umbrellas would do something bad to you.”

"Harris really wants to arrest me. We exposed Harris's sinful experiments to the world, and they already hate me to the core." Graves turned around and hugged Ian's shoulders back, half-heartedly, "Please Forgive me, in order to avoid being monitored by the other party, I didn’t find the opportunity to deliver the message to you until now.”

"Is this why you hid and never showed up?" Ian scratched his messy hair. "It's too dangerous for you to fight alone. You should contact our people in Congress..."

"Since Alan Harris dares to ignore the United States and burn down our city arbitrarily, then even our faction and even the Magic Congress may not be able to save me." Graves frowned with a pair of thick, black eyebrows. Starting, he said sarcastically, "And Ian, you know very well that our Magical Congress is not monolithic. Some traitors are now eager to please Britain so that they can become their servants again... They have been charmed by the appearance of Britain's power. Apart from wanting the British to raise our Ilvermorny to the sky, I can’t see anything else..."

"You're right... You're right..." After Ian finished speaking, he was silent for a while, he clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "As far as my family is concerned, not to mention Leonard, who is originally a conservative. Uncle, even Jessica, who has only been in the Hogwarts Floating City for a short time, has changed her attitude due to the power of the Floating City..." He hesitated and blamed himself, "The last action... we were probably in the laboratory. Some potion was broken and flowed into the sewer. We are directly responsible for the destruction of the No-Maj city... I want to do something, but I am afraid of repeating the same mistakes..."

"Don't blame yourself too much, Ian. This is my fault, not yours... I took it too much for granted, and my mind was only focused on exposing the evil experiment of Umbrella, which led to this result. We made mistakes, but in fact, we may have saved more people." How many people are there..." Graves gave Ian a tighter hug, "Ian, think about it, this time it was us who caused such terrible consequences, but what if it was a dark wizard or even a dark lord? I'm afraid it's only one Muggle city that will suffer."

Listening to the same words as his sister, Ian's tense shoulders relaxed a little. He asked in a weak voice: "Gangdu Fushi... what do you think we should do now? Are you risking the risk to call me out?" …”

"We can find that...the root of all evil is not Britain itself, but Alan Harris's personal power that made the world unbalanced..." Graves's tight jawline and chiseled square chin, "Germany and Bulgaria were before Had secretly led an operation... Only a few wizards who were most opposed to Alan Harris could know..."

Ian looked at the swaying purple pansy behind Graves for a while, and then after thinking clearly about what Graves meant, he suddenly twitched the corners of his eyes and took a breath of cold air.

"I understand what you mean, but...it's too tough to restrain Fushi. This method is too..." As an Auror, Ian found it difficult to accept such an action. "What difference does this make between us and the UK who don't care about rules?"

"I don't know how to persuade you to participate in the operation itself, but Ian, I hope you can think about it..." Graves's short black hair, which was a few inches long, formed a peak in front of his forehead, "Ian, Alan Harry Si has great strength, right? Maybe he is the most powerful wizard in the world right now?"

"Yes, that's right. There's nothing hard to admit." Ian nodded dejectedly, "When I met him when I was a kid, I could at least see how much of a difference there was... Now it's not possible at all, but the rigidity Fuji , so your plan...I don’t think it will be successful, the gap is too big..."

"Alan Harris, although I have heard that he seems to be able to resist the death curse of ordinary people... I wonder if you have noticed? I have watched the duel with the Dark Lord many times before. He can make his head atomize and disperse, but In essence, he still avoided the other party's death curse... The deadly Avatar cast by ordinary people on ordinary people may make him nosebleed like a student who just learned to cast it, but the death curse of the Dark Lord's strength is the same for him. He was afraid... so he hid, and because of this I think his reputation of being invincible was only for one-on-one situations." Graves' short black hair, which was a few inches long, formed a peak in front of his forehead, "And Ian, This is not the key. Sometimes we have to do what we have to do with hope." He didn't give Ian time to answer. He just paused for a moment and continued, "Ian, I want to ask you to make you think. The first thing that comes to mind is, as Alan Harris is such a powerful wizard, maybe even the most powerful wizard in history, why did he let the Dark Lord escape from his hands so many times?"

Ian frowned in confusion, not understanding what the other party wanted to say for a moment: "You mean, isn't it because the Dark Lord has a Horcrux and can't be killed?"

"Ian, you are an excellent Auror, but you still know too little about those pure-blood families." Graves smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Ian, recall your memories and think carefully about those Voldemort families. Who would be best served by the nature of those activities after being kicked out of the UK?”

After being stunned for two or three seconds, Ian's pupils suddenly zoomed in: "You mean the Dark Lord is part of Harris' group?"

"Whether the Dark Lord is voluntary or not, Ian..." Graves' eyes looked even sharper at this time, "But these things are not exactly the Dark Lord doing some evil things for Harris that are inconvenient for a righteous person to do. ? Ian, if you think about it carefully, is it true that since the rise of Harris, various accidental deaths have appeared in endlessly in the world... and these things that are extremely bad for others are also beneficial to Harris..."

Ian stood stunned, as if he had been struck by thunder.

Graves watched the other party's reaction with satisfaction. He let his voice penetrate into Ian's ears: "What if there is no Harris...can we return to the peace we had before?"

"Maybe you are right...but Gangdu Fuji, there may be a true god standing behind him..." Ian said quietly, "As we just said, I don't know why I am so valued by you, but even if I agree I don't think I have a chance of success if I act with you..." He pushed back his forehead hair that blocked his glasses and looked a little frustrated. "A few months ago, the UK was hostile to many countries in the world and was struggling. Many countries The country is willing to get rid of Harris... But now that they have built the floating city, many people must regard Allen as a treasure to protect their national interests... Maybe our actions here have been tipped off to them... What's more, you must know that in addition to having the prophetic eye like Grindelwald, Allen may even be a prophet himself..."

"Harris is indeed very treacherous, but Germany has already thought about it, so except for anti-Harris die-hards like me..." Graves angrily cut off a clump of viola next to him and watched them grow. Broken from the branch, "For most of the other players, please forgive me for being blunt... Ian, we have been revealing anti-Harris intentions when interacting with them to cultivate relationships, and use this to judge their behavior. Are you firm in your anti-Harris position... This is why I chose to inform you of the action today, because I feel I can trust you... Although this should have been carried out after that action, Ian, please rest assured that we We are very cautious in our actions. For the sake of safety, only those who gain our trust will know our specific actions well in advance." Graves raised his resolute chin and suddenly sneered, "And now, although because Harris used frivolous Empty-city diplomacy confuses those countries, and the number of people willing to oppose it must have declined, but conversely, those who remain are the backbone."

Ian nodded somewhat subdued, but he was still full of doubts: "But Gangdu Fuji, what do you need me to do? I mean... I am somewhat confident in my strength, but it is only for ordinary people. In fact, your talent If you receive training, you will definitely be better than me...even if you add me, I don't know how we can deal with Harris?"

"Alan Harris's great strength made him arrogant, and also made him agree to the rules of this duel competition that were clearly aimed at him, and we just took advantage of this." Graves smiled confidently, "It is not prohibited to bring equipment in the competition , and the transcription scroll service recently launched by his university is an ancient product, and it is not original to the Floating City. Pure-blood families in various countries have provided similar technology... Although the production cost is not as cheap as their innovation, it cannot be economically viable. Although we are more expensive to make, the effect is almost the same. Ian, I need you because... I'm sorry, because this will put you into a forbidden place of injustice. I know Alan Harris. It seems that they regard you as a friend. When the time comes, you and a few others we selected will use the scroll to cast the curse of the Master of the Death Curse recorded in it, and suddenly become arrogant towards Avada, who has resisted the use of other ordinary assassins. Arrogant and relaxed Alan Harris uses…just one hit…just one hit….”

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