All things are three at Hogwarts

Now that players like this are appearing one after another, Allen feels that this is obviously a good time to observe.

The French witch took out a stick of lipstick and applied it carefully; the tall, burly and handsome wizard from Austria sat on a chair and watched the live broadcast; the Czech witch with long cold brown hair allowed herself to The long bohemian dress was spread out on the sofa, looking at the other contestants with somewhat gloomy eyes... More contestants placed their wizards on Alan Harris, who had already appeared in the Harris box...

Ian observed for a while, and then gave up the usual Auror training method of judging the killer by observing the target before taking action. He realized that it would not work at all in this case, because of Allen's strength and The reputation is there, and there is no doubt that he is a mountain that the players want to overcome tonight and attract attention both on and off the court.

However, this still gave Ian a chance. When the player room was already sparse, Ian sneaked up behind the previously suspected target and directly used the cover of the sleeves of the magic robe to secretly give the Colombian mustache named Pablo The fat wizard came with a Legilimency.

Unlike when he took action, Ian retracted his wand stiffly, then turned around and faced the wall so as not to show his shocked expression in front of others. He discovered that the target of this person's attack was not Allen, but him and his. The mission was different. He was ordered to entangle Allen as much as possible later so that some killers in the audience could raid the box where the most conspicuous Harrises were located, which was painted blue with bronze trim.

Ian, who was already conflicted and guilty about the assassination, suddenly fell down on the chair. His head was lowered, his eyes were dull, and his hands were deeply inserted into his hair. He rubbed his hair vigorously a few times. He knew He was used by Graves, and their real target was Harris, who was easier to succeed. Ian felt that even if he now holds the scroll said to be made by the master of the Killing Curse, when the time comes to collectively attack Allen, he may win. The probability is not high...

Now he finally understood that their target was the Harrises from the beginning, and it seemed that they had been preparing for this for a long time. Except for the eldest son of Harris and the female Auror, those Harrises were all therapists who looked like old, weak, women and children. Born or even a school student, it would be difficult to resist a surprise attack...

When Ian raised his head, he made up his mind. His eyes looked through the window towards the ocean-like auditorium. Just observing from here, there were so many wizards and there was no way to judge who would be the buried killer. And he was worried that if he said it directly now, they might be alarmed. Once they started taking action regardless of everything, innocent people might be injured...

Ian walked to the window, avoiding the possible sight of the only people left in the room, quickly wrote a note, and pulled out what looked like a green, spiny cocoon from his bag. And when it stretches out its spike-filled wings and no longer wraps around itself, it becomes a magical creature with a pair of blue-green wings, which looks like a reptile and a huge butterfly.

This is the curled-winged demon that Ian originally planned to use to participate in the duel. It is quite dangerous, and the wild one even feeds on human brains. The venom it secretes can be used to eliminate bad memories if properly diluted.

After handing the note to the other party, Ian whispered: "Take it to Jessica, give it to Jessica...the floating city we went to a few days ago...after that, you stay at her place to protect her. She knows How to do it."

Watching his crouching demon disappear into the shadows, Ian clenched the wand in his hand, not worrying about its safety. This creature moved quietly and even successfully attacked Grindelwald.

Next, the number of wizards in the contestant waiting room was reduced by three more, and the waves of cheers from the audience outside also surged three times.

"The next player to compete is Ian Leonard from the United States!" The host called out Ian's name enthusiastically, "Despite his young age, he has already become an elite Auror in the United States. MACHI has performed with distinction in numerous operations."

Hearing this name, there was a somewhat exaggerated boo and scorn in the audience, and some people even loudly expressed their disdain, wanting to show the UK their attitude towards the accident that led to the destruction of the No-Maj city in the United States.

In another box on the top floor of the auditorium, German Auror Director Heinrich Thalmann, who failed to be promoted to Minister of Magic due to the Gringotts incident in Germany, and Bulgarian Minister of Magic Obalonsk gathered together. At that time, they held on to the railings and raised their panoramic telescopes to look at the field below.

"Hey, there are so many contestants...how many of them are people who participated in this operation?" Obalonsk put down the telescope in his hand, "Won't it become an obstacle? Won't it help Alan Harris?"

"In the game itself, even the players who are fans of the white-skinned pig boy will only team up with others to attack him first, and our people will attack at the same time after receiving the signal... You shouldn't expect them to send out a signal. After the attack, how long can you survive with just a large number of people?" Heinrich's thin cheek revealed a ferocious smile, "But even if he is Alan Harris... I think there will be no escape in the face of such a sudden attack, as long as Get rid of him... everything will be fine..."

"Dmitar, I have already told you, who are your people?" Obalonsk adjusted the panoramic telescope in his hand, according to the position of the players, "Heinrich, I am still a little worried," Obalonsk said Balonsk patted the ground with the soles of his feet, "Once this matter becomes big and it is revealed that we are the masterminds behind it, the subsequent retaliation from the UK will probably be very troublesome. After all, those British Aurors are so powerful after training and transformation." It’s obviously still very strong.”

"So until just now, we didn't know who was sent to each other, Your Excellency Minister." Heinrich Thalmann pinched his brows that seemed to never relax, "There is no direct contact between us and them. It is through an intermediary... Moreover, as long as Harris is solved and our countries can unify their caliber and actions, what if we know it? The purpose of this operation is to eliminate evil... Then Britain only relies on these Aurors, no matter how powerful they are, it will It is impossible to fight against so many of our countries at the same time..." His bloodshot eyes narrowed, and the muscles on his cheeks looked a little distorted, "What's more, without Alan Harris, other countries will not be able to raise the floating city. Naturally, they will not kneel down and lick Britain like they are now... and Britain's only floating city will become a thorn in the eyes of other countries, and then it will return to its previous state of unanimous hostility to Britain... and they still don't have Harris. …”

"There is another very important point..." Obalonsk's nose flapped nervously, "Alan Harris is a Ravenclaw elector. Without him, that lady will take revenge on us..."

"There is no way, we have no choice."

Heinrich Thalmann sighed dejectedly, his face gloomy, "The conflict between us and Harris is irreconcilable. If we don't attack him, the final outcome will be defeat... Now the surrounding countries have become hostile to us in order to please him... But if Our operation was successful this time. Even if Ravenclaw really exists, according to her, her true self is currently fighting against the God of Death, so it should not be so easy for her to come to the mortal world... Then we will do it after Ellen Harris dies. Immediately express your stance and fully let go of your belief in Ravenclaw. Perhaps doing so will satisfy the goddess...if she really exists..."