All things are three at Hogwarts

"Everything Is Three at Hogwarts"

After Alan and the others returned to their warm and comfortable room, they immediately sent an owl to deliver a letter to Leonard and Professor Flitwick.

The sky gradually darkened, and the cruel and merciless heavy snow began to rage everywhere again. The strong wind outside suddenly blew the falling snowflakes into pieces, and the snowflakes were involved in the boundless whirlpool, dancing and spinning.

Sometimes the wind weakens, and the snowflakes turn one after another, silently and endlessly, falling gently to the earth that is gradually shrouded in darkness.

"Why hasn't Uncle Leonard replied yet?" Jessica lay on the table bored, watching the knitting needles on the sofa constantly interlacing.

Allen looked at the falling snow outside the window, and he still had time to think wildly: Is it the Roman god Jupiter pulling goose feathers on Mount Olympus, or are those holy angels shaking off their own feathers? …or which neighbor is shaking dandruff on the roof?

Ian jumped down from the bench by the window. He was determined not to wait for a reply from the owl. "We are really stupid to wait like this!"

His words successfully attracted the attention of Jessica and Alan.

"If they are really the gangsters who robbed the prison, they won't be waiting for us all the time." Ian's eyes lit up, and he thought of a good idea: "Why don't we keep an eye on them first, in case these people move their positions, We can also get the exact news.”

His suggestion received an enthusiastic response from Jessica. Young people are always passionate and fearless.

Allen's resistance was ineffective. In Ian's words, "If you are timid, just stay by yourself. We must find uncle."

Alan had no choice but to leave a note on the table informing them of their whereabouts.

The weather was cold and biting, and the snowflakes were falling heavily outside, covering the entire city like a white sheet.

After Apparating to New York City, Ian took Alan and Jessica to Aoki Cemetery.

Hundreds of gorgeously decorated cemeteries stand on the vast land. The white snow is filled with finely carved statues, and they all wear white hats on their strange heads.

There are also some unpretentious cemeteries. In the baptism of heavy snow, every tomb in it is neatly covered with snow. Tall buildings, whitened by snow, formed a solemn procession around the rows of stone tombs.

At this time, darkness had completely enveloped the earth. Except for the faint light from the hut where the cemetery night watchman lived, the cemetery was dark.

Three daring little wizards patrolled around the Aoki Cemetery, but found no suspicious signs.

"Alan, did you hear wrongly?" Jessica kept rubbing her hands in the cold, she was freezing.

"Alan won't hear wrong." On the contrary, it was Ian who trusted Alan who was about to become his opponent.

"Look, there is a small house there." Allen pointed to the back of the cemetery. In the shadow close to the wall, there was a two-story small house in Italian style.

Its windows were all closed and it looked silent, as if the owner had left.

Around it, there are many cold-resistant trees growing, but these trees are not big and swaying in the biting cold wind.

"Why haven't we found this house so many times before?" Jessica asked.

"Maybe some secrecy spell was cast on it, and then it was broken at some point, and we were able to see it." Allen guessed.

"No matter what, this must be related to wizards. Let's go up and have a look." The courage and perseverance in Ian's temperament were fully reflected at this time. After he finished speaking, he wanted to move forward.

"There are people guarding the outside. We have to think of a way." Jessica also hurriedly grabbed her brother.

Allen, who was lagging behind, summoned two broomsticks from the storage space, "We can fly over."

"You look like you have to take more stuff with you when you go out than the girls." Jessica clicked her tongue.

Allen, who was a little speechless, cast a disillusionment spell on everyone, and the three of them flew up, braved the biting cold wind, flew high, and landed quietly in the yard.

A few of them hid under a window sill, and Allen heard the voice coming from inside, "Do you have any accomplices?"

"No!" A particularly tough voice came, and Allen almost exclaimed. It was Leonard's voice. He was caught!

"How did you know we were here?" came a cold voice.

"Huh!" There was a dull groan, but Leonard said nothing.

"If you don't do something powerful, it seems you won't tell the truth! Cut out the bones!"

Leonard's screams suddenly became louder, and both Jessica and Ian recognized who the owner of the voice was. They were held firmly by Allen, and they restrained the urge to immediately go to the rescue.

"Boss, why don't we evacuate first?" A smooth voice sounded.

"No, Taberli will deliver the goods to me soon. We can't evacuate. Continue the torture." A voice that was extremely cold and sent chills down the spine gave the order.

Leonard's wails continued to be heard in the room.

At this time, three masked black-robed wizards suddenly appeared in the yard. They were carrying a large box, which was wet and dripping with ice on the edges. The short wizard walking in the middle kept cutting off the ice edges that were about to touch the ground.

"I'm going in to inquire about the situation. You guys stay here and don't move around." Allen took action before Jessica and Ian started to argue, leaving a shadow for them - only his last words could be heard in the darkness, " I still have a few oranges in my bag, I’ll come back and give them to you.”

Although Jessica and her brother didn't know why Allen suddenly mentioned eating oranges, they both had an inexplicable feeling of discomfort...

Allen followed the three alien wizards into the room.

At a glance, Leonard's face was covered with scars, and he had obviously suffered some abuse. His hands and feet were locked with long shackles and he could not move.

Beyond this, the most striking feature of this room is a wizard sitting beside an arched fireplace.

His appearance is like an eagle, with an arrogant expression and full of murderous intent.

This person seems to be a person who is quick in action, cruel in temperament, ruthless, and does what he says without any worries.

Coupled with his thick white hair and the deep scar extending from his nose to his temples, this face, which already looked shocking, added a bit of savage ferocity.

To his right, a dark-skinned, thin and small wizard held a wand in his hand and stared at the three wizards who walked in. Greed left many wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and the ferocious and greedy viciousness of a pig or wolf was fighting on his face.

"You're late, Taberli!" The white-haired wizard, who was sitting by the fire and gave Allen an endless sense of threat, had a sinister and terrifying voice.