All things are three at Hogwarts

    What made Percy even more embarrassed was that Bill told him that the door was opened by Alan, the person he had spoken to this morning. Percy murmured his thanks to Alan, and Alan pretended not to notice Percy's discomfort and nodded with a smile. Under Mr. Weasley's disapproving look, Percy blushed and thanked him loudly. On the last night before leaving Egypt, everyone went to visit the Nile Wizards Night Market. There are a dazzling array of magic items in the night market, and the most popular among wizard tourists are various magic talismans. During the visit to the pyramid, the various strange-shaped talismans hanging on the mummy's heart were impressive. And Ron, when he saw a purple scarab amulet, he almost screamed in the downtown area. Ron didn't even dare to stop in front of this amulet. He walked directly to another stall and became interested in something that looked like a small glass top. "This is a pocket looking glass. If there is a suspicious person around, it will light up and rotate." The vendor wrapped in a white turban introduced enthusiastically. "But it keeps spinning and shining now." Ron pointed out the problem unceremoniously. "Well, look, there are people coming and going here. There might be some unreliable or untrustworthy people nearby." The vendor rolled his eyes and gave an explanation. After some haggling, Ron got the pocket looking glass at the cost of five silver coins. When the satisfied Ron installed the spyglass, he found that Allen was still standing in front of the stall, talking to the vendor. Ron's curiosity overpowered his fear of the Scarab Talisman and he stepped forward again. Allen has picked out many talismans, including ones with scarab patterns, cats, monkeys, and even pigs, to name a few. "Alan, why did you buy so many amulets?" Ron was extremely curious. "These amulets have different functions, and some of them are very beautiful in style, making them suitable as gifts for relatives and friends." Allen selected a large number of amulets from the vendors' enthusiastic recommendations. The big customer came to the door, and the vendor in front of Allen was smiling from ear to ear. At the night market, they also tasted Egyptian specialties. During this period, the speculum purchased by Ron kept lighting up. "It must be broken, Ron!" Percy suggested that Ron go back and get a new one. "There's no point in going back. The stall owner won't admit it. There are a lot of fake and shoddy goods here that are sold specifically to wizard tourists, and they are very unreliable." Bill took a big mouthful of mallow soup. The cooked malva soup was thick green, sticky and delicious, and Bill loved it very much. "The looking glass isn't broken." Ron said categorically to Alan, "Bill didn't realize that Fred and George put beetles in his soup." However, Alan had a different view, and he calmly said He glanced at the mouse Scabbers lying on Ron's shoulder. The looking glass was indeed not broken, but the reason why it kept shining and spinning was largely due to the discovery of this Animagus. Alan, who returned to England, rejected Mr. Weasley's invitation. He couldn't wait to see his family. Although the remaining time of the vacation is only a short week, everyone cherishes every minute and second together. Mrs. Harris tried her best to make Alan happy. Mr. Harris and Lunn were more interested in the magic of Egypt. Daisy and Emily picked through a lot of talismans that Alan had brought back. Emily was particularly fond of animal talismans. After receiving the book list from Hogwarts in the mail, Allen rejected his family's kindness to accompany him and went to Diagon Alley by himself to buy the needed items. At Gringotts, Allen exchanged gold nuggets for large amounts of gold galleons, silver Sickles and copper Knuts. After refilling his wallet, he happily headed to the Quidditch Boutique. He knew that the boutique now housed the world's most advanced broomstick Firebolts. From a distance, Allen saw a large number of people surrounding the store entrance. Allen got in sideways, squeezed past the excited wizards and wizards, and finally saw a newly erected platform with the most magnificent broom he had ever seen in his life. "Just came out...samples..." a square-jawed wizard told his companions. "This is the fastest broom in the world. Is it, Dad?" A boy younger than Allen asked sharply, shaking his father's arm. "The Irish International Club has just placed an order for seven of these high-quality products!" the shop owner told everyone. "They are hot commodities for this World Cup!" Allen concentrated and read the sign next to the broom carefully: Firebolt, the latest high-speed model. The broomstick adopts a streamlined design, a high-quality ash wood handle, diamond polishing, and the registration number is hand-engraved. Each carefully selected birch branch at the end of the broom is ground into a streamlined shape, giving the broom unparalleled balance and exquisite accuracy. The Firebolt can accelerate from 150 to miles per hour in ten seconds and can brake like magic. Price negotiable. Allen walked into the store without hesitation, and under the incredulous look of the clerk, ordered a Firebolt. After Allen filled in the delivery address, the clerk promised again and again with a smile on his face: As soon as the Firebolt arrived at the store, it would be carefully and properly packaged and mailed to Allen. "Alan!" As soon as he left the door of the Quidditch boutique, a familiar voice came from behind. It was Harry. "Alan, are you here to see the Firebolt too?" Harry asked. Allen smiled and nodded. "This broomstick is amazingly charming. Many people come to see it every day." Harry looked in the direction of the Firebolt booth with fiery eyes. "You are obviously one of them." Allen smiled. "Yeah, the Firebolt, the fastest broom in the world! But it's too expensive." Harry had never wanted something so much in his life. But as soon as he thought about asking Uncle Vernon for money, Harry gave up the idea of ​​buying a Firebolt. Next, Harry accompanied Alan to the pharmacy to buy the ingredients needed for the Potions class. Ellen's favorite bookstore looks very different than it did in the past. The store usually displays gilded magic books as thick as paving stones, but now there is a large iron cage behind the glass, which contains about a hundred monster books of monsters. The books were all tangled together, fighting each other fiercely, like a fierce wrestling match, with broken pieces of paper flying everywhere. "Why does the boss want to include this kind of book?" Harry asked strangely. "Because it is listed as a textbook for Care of Magical Creatures," Alan replied.