All things are three at Hogwarts

Screams rang out in the room, and the Harrises stood up one after another - but they did not immediately check the condition of the little boy's body. Instead, they directly used Cleaning to clean the soup and dishes that had been splashed on them.

Only Daisy yelled angrily. She was not so particular and quickly walked forward after a little processing. She didn't care about the stains and directly put the boy's body in her arms and hugged him.

"Wednesday!" She roared at the head with two big braids exposed upstairs, then turned her head and scolded Allen's clone in dark blue magic robe, "Alan, go upstairs and catch Wednesday, let him Look what good she did to Thursday! She just electrocuted him once in the morning and here she comes again!"

"The food has been spilled on the floor and I can't eat it. This has happened so many times. It can't go on like this anymore... Mother, you have to take action to discipline them... These two are too naughty. Daisy and I have experienced raising children. I can't control them..." Albert's thick brows were knitted tightly, looking very worried, "Their mother is not here on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and Alan is lazy and does nothing when his body is not in his clones. Although Helena is in charge, she is too doting on them. Come on, you really need to help guide me, these two little naughty guys won’t want to listen to my lectures, we have to let their intelligence be used in the right place.”

At this time, Helena's figure appeared naturally in the room, as if she was already here. She has become a true god and can still be regarded as an undead creature, but she can no longer be classified as a ghost. She was a real entity and radiated with divine power. She was wearing a large blue robe, calm and cold, floating in the air a few feet high, passing through the room silently, the shining power of death surrounded her face, and her indifferent face could not be seen. A hint of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

But as soon as she appeared, she floated over with her back straight and took the gray-faced brother from Daisy's arms. Her white hands brushed the little guy's face. Although it was similar to the blue light when Allen was resurrected and reorganized, the little brother The boy's silver-gray eyes opened again.

The newly resurrected Thursday looked at Shanghai Lena's expressionless face and rolled his silver, somewhat bulging eyes. The slightly surprised expression was exactly the same as Luna's. This little guy with light eyebrows and pale skin saw the expressions of the adults around him. Angry immediately stretched out his arms and put his arms around his sister's neck pitifully in an attempt to gain shelter.

"Helena, overindulgence is indulgence. For the sake of your younger brothers and sisters, if you want them to achieve something, you can't be too spoiled. And it's really too much pampering... and it's too much of a waste of divine power, right?" Lunn was cleaning the sauce on his glasses, and he straightened his expression, "Thursday, you must know that your mother Ravenclaw is the founder of Hogwarts, the true god who defeated Death, you must know When she was your age...well..."

Lun En, who finally recalled what his mother looked like when she was 'young', felt a little unsure about his nephew's preaching.

"It doesn't matter... anyway, mother's believers... and those who believe in me... their faith can't be used up... Wednesday and Thursday are still young, but they are just a little light or heavy." Helena's lips opened and closed, and the other facial features were indeed There was still no change, her expression changed less now than before.

For this new Death God, she had not received much love from her mother before. Although Helga loved her very much, she had accepted a very strict ladylike behavior established with the help of Slytherin since she was a child. Education, because of the things Ellen and Vito Malfoy took care of before, she felt very guilty about her younger siblings, so as a god, she seemed to have retained this obsession, and she continued to pamper her younger siblings to the point of being somewhat It's an exaggeration.

After hearing the elder sister's protection, Thursday twisted his little body and gained courage. He slid off Helena's body like a little monkey. In front of the restored dining table, he grabbed the shining silver knife handle on the dining table with his little hand and wanted to jump upstairs.

Morgan Le Fay, who was next to him, had quick hands and eyes, and stopped his grandson: "Why, are you going to use it to take revenge on your second sister?"

The little boy who was stopped nodded in a daze.

Morgan le Fay spread her hands, and Thursday returned the knife to her grandmother with excitement.

After looking at the knife, the grandma shook her head at her grandson: "I don't think this will work. You have to..."

"Mom's response is really quick. That's how it should be. How can we kill like this every day?" Lun En touched the stubble on his chin with approval. He was a little confused when his nephew's excited expression did not match his expectations, but he still comforted him, "Stop fighting. I'll read you the story of the Fountain of Good Luck later."

"Alan, we will not die... But if we develop the bad habit of not taking human life seriously, in three years, when they go to Hogwarts to go to school, if their subordinates are not careful, those ordinary little ones will Wizards don't have Horcruxes..." Hermione frowned, and pursed her lips tightly thinking of that possibility, "There's nothing Helena can do about it, right?"

"Len, I didn't like hearing this story when I was younger than Thursday..." Emily said angrily. She looked at her mother with some amusement, but did not continue to speak.

And here, hearing the rebuttals of the two most serious people in the family, Morgan Le Fay paused as she put away the knife and reached for the larger carving knife on the table, realizing that this was not suitable for her as a grandmother. She, who was trying to teach a bad kid in person, took the opportunity to give Penello a wink.

In the past few years, Penello, who had always been very fond of Morgan le Fay, immediately turned to the severed hand of Voldemort on the dining table as if a confidant of the palace ladies had awakened to the Queen Mother's thoughts.

The guy named Little Hands as a pet immediately twisted his middle and index fingers and nimbly walked to the door of the restaurant like an arthropod on the table. He gave up his armor from the door and dressed up as a British butler. The death knight Lynch drew his ceremonial sword from his waist.

It dragged the sword back and forth and skipped back without paying attention to the stunned looks of some Harrises.

"I think that children have this kind of ability that others don't have, so they need to use it more, master it skillfully, and make better use of this ability, otherwise Dumbledore and Dumbledore would put that knowledge in the restricted area. What's the difference even if you just take it away... You can use it better after you are familiar with it, right?" Penelo blocked Hermione's words before she could continue to speak, "This is in line with Allen's teaching philosophy...Amber Especially since you are an Auror, you should be able to understand... This is a matter of experience. Magic is not just a matter of knowing how to recite spells and cast spells like a jack-of-all-trades."

"Penello's considerations are indeed reasonable, but we also need to pay attention to what Hermione is worried about. These two little brats have been playing more and more recently, and there are some signs of hanging around with them on Friday..." Hermione Allen's clone over there saw the angry Hermione and said in a helpful tone, "We really must teach them that other ordinary people will not be resurrected."

"I will tell Wednesday later, and you should remember it on Thursday... next time, whether she retreats, you fall down the stairs, or you push her... remember to at least make sure that we are not eating down there, at least your dad, me or grandpa You can't... when grandma is here..." Allen's clone next to Penello said. He seemed to have just made sure that he had been cleaned up. After speaking, he looked worriedly at the sleeves of his robe and saw that no sauce had been splashed.

Seeing that the people around him were speechless, Penello quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword held by his little hand and turned it upside down. He handed it to Thursday's hand and moved his lips towards the upstairs: "Be a man and get revenge quickly. Don't be too old." Being bullied by your second sister and little aunt..."

As a naughty boy, Thursday was also very good at observing words and focusing on opportunities. He quickly clenched the sword in his hand, nodded excitedly to Penello, then ran to the nearby stairs waving his sword, and jumped upstairs. Go up.