All things are three at Hogwarts

"This No-Maj talks quite funny," Jessica looked at the priest with interest and hesitated, "Maybe we don't need to cast a forgetting spell on him? No No-Maj would believe what he said anyway..."

"Of course not." Ian's tone was decisive, and he very much agreed with Allen's proposal. "Jessica, don't forget, when it comes to these non-magical No-Majs, we can't even be friends with them, let alone marry them, if we're not related."

"Gee, what are you thinking about? Who would want to marry him? I just think he's a bit interesting." Jessica was a little surprised that her brother had such a big reaction.

Simon listened to their conversation, a little stunned. Is this going to kill people and silence them?

"It would be better if you put the forgetting spell on him yourself." Ian hugged his shoulders and said in a cold tone.

Alan felt very strange about Ian's character. How could a person be like him, who could be elegant, funny, and hateful at the same time.

His appearance can indeed be said to be that of a well-educated gentleman, and his face is full of wisdom and courage. However, sometimes, his temper was as brutal and ruthless as that of a fierce and overbearing slave ship owner.

Ian's appearance was originally quite handsome, but now it was ruined by his hideous and irritable expression.

Jessica hesitated, which obviously angered Ian even more.

Simon's face became much paler than before, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his lips kept trembling, as if he was surrounded by terror.

Allen was determined to solve the pain of these people. He suddenly took a step forward and walked towards Simon. Simon took a step back in fear.

"Don't be afraid. Soon, you won't know anything else soon." Allen comforted him warmly.

Simon could no longer control his trembling. He forced himself not to kneel down and beg for mercy, "Actually, wouldn't it make people more scared if you said this?"

"Everything is forgotten." Allen pointed decisively at Simon, and Simon's eyes became confused.

"Let's go!" Allen grabbed Jessica and Ian and disappeared into this secluded alley.

In the blink of an eye, they appeared in the yard of Leonard's house. With the location determined, Allen would naturally choose a less laborious way instead of walking back like a quail in the cold wind.

"It's almost lunch time. I don't think you want to stay in that town for a long time." Allen explained.

Ian shrugged, indicating that he didn't care. Jessica looked blank, not knowing what she was thinking. When Ian saw this, his expression darkened again.

"Ah, Jessica, I ate such delicious food like yours yesterday, how about you try my cooking today? I'm very good at cooking!" Allen wanted to liven up the atmosphere and leave some space for himself. These two.

Allen quickly used his wand to direct the kitchen knife to chop in the kitchen, and prepared the ingredients for lunch. Even part of the dining table was used by Allen as a temporary bowl and table, with many replacement dishes and cooking materials piled on it.

Allen's excellent hearing allowed him to hear the voices coming from the siblings in the living room. Jessica’s voice was low and she spoke very few words. Ian, on the other hand, was completely different from before. He told many hilarious stories enthusiastically, and also imitated the different intonations of different countries, trying to make Jessica happy.

Finally, Allen prepared all the ingredients and called to the two siblings who were trying their best to pretend that nothing was wrong: "Jessica, Ian, it's time to eat!"

Jessica and Ian both arrived at the dining table and were surprised to find that there was an extra copper crucible on the table, and there was a bracket under the crucible. There was a flame burning under the bracket, but the flame did not harm the dining table at all, and absorbed all of its heat. All contributed to the crucible above it.

"You brought the crucible with you when you came to the United States? How did No-Maj let you pass?" Ian was extremely surprised!

"With the help of a few gadgets from Professor Flitwick, I successfully passed the No-Maj test." Of course Allen wouldn't say that there are many brand new crucibles in his storage space!

"Isn't it a crucible to survive the potion?" Jessica also became interested.

"Of course not, brand new! The main reason is that it is better to use copper pots for hot pot, and the tableware in the kitchen are all made of iron and pottery." Allen explained.

On a cold winter day, eating a hot hotpot is a wise move. The three of them enjoyed sumptuous food. Yesterday, Jessica bought a lot of delicious food to entertain Allen and the others.

Allen also took out Mrs. Harris's snacks and asked them to taste them.

"After-dinner coffee, this is my task." Alan heard Ian say this.

Ian took out a coffee tray from the kitchen and placed it on the bowl stand to the side.

He turned his head and continued chatting with Allen while pouring brown coffee powder into three cups.

At this time, like a magic trick, he quickly poured all the contents of a small glass bottle into the larger cup. The whole process is very fast.

Even Allen didn't see his movements clearly. He was done in an instant, and his movements were very clean and neat. Not to mention Jessica, who had her back turned to him, and Jessica knew nothing about Ian's movements.

Then, Ian laughed, turned around, held a cup in each hand, and walked towards the table again. He placed the big cup mixed with unknown liquid in front of Jessica.

It would be impossible to describe the confusion and anxiety in Allen's mind at this moment. He saw an insidious and despicable thing going on right under his nose, and he felt that he must not stand idly by, but he didn't know exactly what to do.

Maybe the siblings were just joking about this, and it would be unnecessary for me to go up and warn them. Then what would I look like? On the other hand, if this matter is indeed very serious and the younger brother actually drugged the elder sister, how should the elder sister be sad?

At such a critical juncture, Allen could only adopt the stupidest method. He stood up, pretended to reach for the paper towels on the long table, and then pretended to be careless and knocked over the sauce plate in front of Jessica.

In an instant, Jessica's white sweater was stained with brown stains.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, why don't you change some clothes and I'll help you clean up. It's really rude to point a wand at you." Allen apologized continuously.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, I can do it myself." Jessica thought for a while and decided to change her clothes. Although all the stains could be removed by cleaning, the smell of the seasoning on the clothes still lingered in her nose, making her always feel uncomfortable.

"What did you put in the coffee?" Alan asked Ian in a low voice after Jessica went upstairs.