All things are three at Hogwarts

"It's not a bad day today," Michael's finger gently slid over the class schedule. "Herbology class, with the Slytherin students. Malfoy will be very happy."

Ever since Alan rescued Malfoy in the hall and taught Moody a lesson, the little wizards in Slytherin have treated him with special respect. Punishing Moody with more powerful power, rescuing Malfoy, and then avoiding punishment through force. Is this pure blood?

Not to mention Malfoy, his eyes almost glow when he sees Alan, which often makes Pansy jealous.

After breakfast, Allen walked through the damp vegetable patch and arrived at Greenhouse No. 3. Malfoy was already waiting at the door.

Pansy twitched her lips stiffly when she saw Allen. It was obvious that Malfoy had warned her.

It wasn't until he entered the greenhouse that Malfoy stopped staring at Allen and looked at Professor Sprout, because Professor Sprout showed the class a plant. This plant was extremely ugly. In fact, They looked less like plants than like big, black, slimy slugs that stood straight out of the soil. And all of them were squirming slightly, and there were many big shiny bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus."

"What?" Malfoy asked in a disgusted tone.

"Ich, Malfoy, ichor," said Professor Sprout. "It's extremely valuable. Don't waste it. Listen, you're going to collect the ichor into these bottles. Put on your dragons Leather gloves, undiluted baba tuber pus, can cause unusual damage to the skin."

The process of squeezing the tuber is disgusting but also strangely satisfying. Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous yellow-green liquid will spurt out, emitting a pungent smell of gasoline. They followed Professor Sprout's instructions and collected the liquids in bottles. By the time the class was about to end, they had collected several bottles.

A deep and deep bell sounded from the castle across the damp field, get out of class was over, and the students dispersed one after another.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, I wonder what Professor Moody will teach, but he won't let us cast the Unforgivable Curse." Michael's words made Allen's eyes narrow. If I remember correctly, Hermione's class schedule, today The first class in the morning is...

Thinking of this, Allen quickened his pace. He couldn't imagine Hermione looking in pain.

Alan's footsteps were extremely fast. When he arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he happened to see Harry and Ron walking out of the classroom with frowns on their faces.

Alan grabbed Harry, "Where's Hermione?"

Ron snorted coldly and walked past Allen.

Harry glanced at Alan awkwardly and followed closely.

Allen frowned and walked into the classroom.

At a glance, he saw Hermione leaning over the table in the classroom.

Allen hurried over and put his hand on Hermione's back, "Hermione, are you okay?"

"Alan?" Hermione asked in surprise as she took out a book from the drawer and held it in her arms.

"What did you learn in the last class?" Allen felt relieved.

Hermione's face looked good, without any trace of pain.

"Professor Moody told some of the principles of casting the Unforgivable Curse, but when I asked him about the strange behavior of the spider you mentioned, he didn't answer." Hermione said nonchalantly.

It seems that his warning worked. Others don't know, but Allen knows very well that Moody originally planned to cast the Imperius Curse on these students. Now that many plots have been changed, who knows whether it will leave hidden dangers on any students.

In fact, if he were not worried about accidents, Allen believed that the most responsible Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher over the years was Crouch Jr. After all, the most threatening curse to young wizards is the Unforgivable Curse. However, we can specifically explain these relatively popular but threatening spells that are circulated among the elites in today's magic world during the training.

All fourth graders have noticed that they have significantly more homework to do this semester.

"You are entering an important period of magic education!" Professor McGonagall told them, her eyes shining majestically behind the square lenses, "Your O.W.L. exam is approaching."

"We won't take the O.W.L. exam until fifth grade!" Michael said angrily.

"That may be it, Michael, but trust me, you need to be well prepared! There will always be only a few in this class who can turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. Well, maybe even more plus a short paper on the principles of deformation.”

The smart Ravenclaws wisely did not speak out to refute again, why bother complaining and wasting time on something that is destined to not change the outcome.

Professor Binns, on the other hand, teaches them about the history of magic and ghosts, and this week assigns them to write a paper on the goblin rebellion of the eighteenth century.

Professor Snape forced them to research an antidote. They dare not take it lightly because Professor Snape has hinted that he will poison one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote works.

Professor Flitwick asked them to read three more books to prepare for learning the summoning spell.

This kind of life makes the little wizards like clockwork tops, busy and busy.

It wasn't until news of the impending arrival of the other two schools in the Triwizard Tournament spread throughout the campus that they were freed from their seemingly never-ending study life.

On Friday afternoon, everyone was called to the foyer and lined up to welcome the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

They waited for a long time, and the little wizards became restless. They were so excited that it was difficult to keep quiet for a long time. They wondered how the other two schools would arrive.

Suddenly, the noise of the little wizards suddenly became louder. They pointed uncontrollably at a huge thing high in the sky in the distance and talked about it one after another.

It wasn't until the behemoth passed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the light from the castle window that they saw a huge pink-blue carriage flying towards them.

It was as big as a house, and it was pulled through the air by twelve winged horses, all of them silver-maned horses, each as big as an elephant.

When the carriage stopped under the amazed eyes of everyone, a boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and then opened a golden spiral staircase.

He jumped back respectfully, and Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe as big as a child's sleigh sticking out of the carriage. Then a woman appeared, so big that it was him. Never seen this in my life.

It was thus self-evident why the carriage and those silver-maned horses were so large.

Allen noticed that about a dozen or so students, both male and female, had gotten off the carriage and were standing behind Ms. Maxim. Judging from their appearance, they were all probably around eighteen or nineteen years old, and all of them were trembling slightly.

This was not surprising, since their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. Several students had their heads wrapped in scarves or bandanas.

At this time, one of them suddenly rushed out and hugged Allen warmly. What surprised the little wizards at Hogwarts was that Allen didn't push her away.

"Is this an Allen fan?"

"girlfriend?"

Amid the divergent opinions, the witch who took the initiative to hug Allen took off her hood, revealing a dazzling face that was Fleur.

"Hello Alan, how are you doing, Albert?" Fleur's first question was about Albert.

"This weekend, if Albert doesn't work overtime, I will let him go to Hogsmeade." Allen blinked, and a dazzling smile broke out on Fleur's face.

"Did you hear anything?" Edward asked suddenly.

Alan nodded and listened carefully. A loud, strange sound drifted toward them from the darkness: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed...