All things are three at Hogwarts

"Everything Is Three at Hogwarts"

There was a strong north wind all night, and in the quiet night, Allen felt that a huge figure stood at the head of the bed in the haze, and a figure holding a sickle and wearing a tattered black cloak gripped his heart from the distance.

Allen struggled to open his eyes, sat up from the bed, and took a long breath. It turned out that it was just a dream. But how could he dream of such a scene for no reason? Allen's worry made him unable to sleep peacefully for a while, and a night of tossing and turning made him mentally weak.

In the early morning, after washing, Allen played with his sister in the hall, waiting for everyone else to finish cleaning up and have breakfast.

"Ellen, you and your sister can eat first, don't wait." Mrs. Harris happily directed the tomato sauce soybeans and croissants to fly onto his plate. After pouring herself a cup of Ceylon tea, she gave Several children brought milk.

"Okay, Mom." Being able to taste the authentic English breakfast, which is the only decent British dish, made Alan feel much better.

Although their family is not too wealthy, with the savings left over from their husband's previous family when they came to England, they are not as strapped as the Weasley family. Mrs. Harris therefore never skimped on her children's food.

As a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, she knows very well the importance of a healthy body for wizards. Not only that, she personally took care of the food and clothing, and tried her best to maintain the dignity of the pure-blood family to the outside world, instead of becoming like the Weasley family and becoming a talking point for others.

"Good morning, Mom." Lun En was already dressed up.

"Honey, I smell the aroma of food." Mr. Harris followed suit.

Daisy was a little later than Albert, and when she finally came down she kept rubbing her eyes. It was obvious that getting up was too difficult for her.

Albert ate breakfast leisurely. When Mrs. Harris urged him, he said with a somewhat complacent expression that he would not go shopping today and would go back to the ministry to report on some work.

Since he received the task of protecting Harry Potter six months ago, under the instructions of Mr. Harris, he transferred Alan, who is the same age as Harry, to Harry's school to get close to the famous Harry, hoping that he The children could become friends with Harry before he returned to the wizarding world. Many pure-blood wizards probably had this idea, but due to Dumbledore's intimidation, only they successfully took advantage of this job.

Before Alan's accident, he used a confusion spell to get the Muggle school principal, and successfully became Harry and his brother's new teacher.

However, before time travel, Allen didn't understand at all about this matter. These adults had never explained their purpose to him. Now Allen probably knows what his father Owen and the others think. But for Harry Potter himself, Allen Lun didn't really want to get too close to him too early. It was enough to get to know him in the Muggle world in advance. After arriving at Hogwarts, it should be enough, otherwise he would be arranged by the old bee to be Harry's follower. But it's not good.

Mr. and Mrs. Harris packed their belongings very competently and in unison.

Allen is very much looking forward to setting off. Is it a wizard's magic carpet, a magic broom, a door key, apparation, or using floo powder to connect to the floo network?

"Alan, come on, there's no need for a fireplace today." Mrs. Harris was already greeting him outside the door.

Now, a family of six came to a streetlight in the garden and stood hand in hand beside an old tire.

Just after his father Irving took out his pocket watch to check the time for the second time, he touched it with one foot. Allen felt as if there was a hook behind his belly button and suddenly hooked forward with irresistible momentum, and then With his feet off the ground, he felt like he was flying. It flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly in front of me.

Allen felt that there seemed to be wind beside his ears, and there seemed to be talk and laughter, but there seemed to be nothing, just the sound of blood flowing in his own veins.

It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like it was just a moment.

After staggering a few steps, he was already in the Kowalski bakery chain with a moving portrait of a beautiful witch with golden curly hair as its sign.

The street around the corner was bustling with activity.

"Flo fans, you kids can easily mispronounce the destination. Portkeys are more convenient for a family to travel together. The disadvantage is that you have to apply for registration at the Ministry of Magic." Lunn actually prefers portkeys. Floo fans will His carefully cared clothes were stained.

"Okay, kids, now we need to go to Gringotts to pick up some flowers, and then you can get this month's pocket money." Mr. Harris winked at Alan and happily watched the children cheering. .

"Maybe I can buy myself a new robe." Daisy, who loves beauty, was looking forward to it.

"Then you have to be very frugal in the next month!"

After saying this, Mrs. Harris lovingly touched her little daughter's soft, light blond hair.

When Emily was still young, buying a sweet ice cream was enough to satisfy her.

The family was walking and chatting, and came to a tall white building - Gringotts had arrived.

The first thing that catches the eye is the shiny bronze door. This door has witnessed the rise and fall of many wizard families.

Standing at the door were goblin guards in uniforms of scarlet and gold. They bowed and saluted as the Allen family stepped through the door, extending their wrinkled, hairy palms to guide the family.

After walking for a while, I saw a silver door with verses warning people not to be greedy engraved on it.

"Indeed, wealth obtained with hands is the most reliable. Don't expect to get something for nothing."

Seeing his younger son observing, Owen lost no time in educating him.

"It is said that if you don't keep the stolen wealth as your own, you will not receive evil retribution, so Harry Potter successfully broke in and took away the golden cup with both hands without suffering any evil retribution. Then if I and another person The thief agreed that I would give him what I stole, and he would give what he stole to me. Will there be any bad consequences for the two of us?" Allen thought wildly.

Pass through the second silver door and enter the spacious marble hall. A huge cone-shaped chandelier hangs in the center of the hall, and huge marble columns support this beautiful hall.

About a hundred goblins were sitting behind the long counter, some scribbling entries in a large ledger, some using scales to weigh coins, and others using eyepieces to detect gems.

"Vault No. 666." Mr. Owen Harris handed the key to a goblin in a suit who looked like a little old man behind the counter.

When Allen heard this, the two cultures were conflicting in his heart. He couldn't help but sarcastically said in his heart: "I don't know whether to feel ominous or awesome about this number."

"Please follow me." The goblin bowed and showed the way, but his face was unhappy. His tone was as if Allen and the others came to take away his property instead of his own.

"Oh, honey, I'm here for you. Do any of the kids want to stay here with me?"

Mrs. Harris didn't think she needed to go through a rough ride.

"Mom, Emily and I will stay with you."

It just suited Daisy. She was afraid that crossing the corridor quickly would mess up her carefully styled hair this morning.

Allen and Len followed their father and got on a tin cart under the guidance of the goblin.

The cart quickly traveled through the maze-like winding corridors. During the rapid driving, Allen saw an underground lake. The walls and ceiling of the cave were covered with huge, strange-shaped stalactites and stalagmites.

The cart stopped in front of the giant stone door marked with the number 666.

The goblin used the key to open the stone door. Different from the miserable scene that Allen had guessed in his mind, dozens of piles of gold galleons and more than a dozen piles of silver coins exuded an alluring halo in the stone chamber.

There are also some very ancient stone and iron tools of unknown purpose placed in an orderly manner on the shelves against the wall.

"Perhaps there is some magic protecting them. Although they seem to have a history of vicissitudes, they are obviously carefully protected."

Allen is more interested in these artifact-like items than money.

"The number is still impressive!" Lunn sighed with satisfaction.

"Diligence and thrift are a virtue, especially when the wealth is left to us by our ancestors." Owen quickly grabbed a few handfuls of gold galleons and put a lot of silver coins in a leather bag.

"That should be enough." Owen patted his bag with satisfaction and led the children to the stroller.

After leaving Gringotts, Owen handed the bag to his wife.

"Ten gold Galleons, and an extra 10 silver coins to buy you some snacks. Daisy, I think it should be enough to buy a new robe."

"Oh! Thank you, Mom, I'm so happy, I love you!" Daisy happily took the coin, then hugged her mother and kissed her a few times like a little girl to express her gratitude.

Mrs. Harris took the same amount of gold galleons and handed them to Lunn, and then gave him an extra pair of coins for a new pair of dragonskin gloves.

"Thank you, Mom." Lunn took the coins and quickly put them into his backpack.

Alan looked at Mrs. Harris longingly.

"Okay, Len and Daisy are free to move around. Remember to gather in front of the Moon Palace restaurant at twelve o'clock. They are not allowed to go to Knockturn Alley." Mrs. Harris said.

"Mom, where's my pocket money?" Allen didn't hesitate to act cute for money.

"Good boy, come with us. How about we go to Tom's store later and buy you a big ice cream? If you want any other toys, just tell me." Mrs. Harris comforted her son.

"Okay." Although Allen also longed for some free disposal of wealth, it was really uncomfortable to ask for money, and he hadn't thought about what to buy yet.

"Dear Morgan Le Fay, why don't you give Alan a few gold galleons first." Seeing his son's frustrated look, his father Owen couldn't help but plead.

"Okay, okay, don't lose it." Morgan Le Fay loved her husband very much and compromised on this request.

She handed 5 gold galleons to Alan, looked at her little daughter, and put 10 silver gallons in Emily's pocket.

"Okay, let's go." Owen waved his hand and took his family to go shopping in high spirits.

"It feels so good to have money in your pocket." Allen looked at the dazzling shops on the street, touched the coins in his pocket as if asking to spend them, and couldn't help but sigh.