All things are three at Hogwarts

"I have to say, Alan, you are very lucky. In a place like Azkaban, in addition to prisoners, there are dementors." Albert recalled.

"We Aurors are the only members of the Ministry of Magic who often go in and out of Azkaban Prison, apart from the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic who can patrol and visit. Because Aurors are responsible for escorting these prisoners to Azkaban. But no one wants this job. Go, only Aurors with weak backgrounds and low abilities will be sent."

Albert chuckled. Allen could understand that there is an unspoken rule in all walks of life. Newcomers, honest people with no background, and people with poor abilities are at the bottom of the industry. They are destined to be in those units that are hard and difficult. Tiring, unwelcome work.

"If it weren't for the fact that there were too many troublemakers last time, and the few Aurors alone couldn't handle it, I wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, a place filled with despair." Albert stood up, Say goodbye to Alan.

He now has great authority, but at the same time, he has more responsibilities and is busier at work. Although he enjoyed this fulfilling feeling, he did not dare to take it lightly and completed every duty he had.

Allen also went to the Charms classroom. Allen had mastered the spell Flying Curse. He skillfully assisted Professor Flitwick in correcting the pronunciation of the young wizards.

"Alan, the Slytherins were sneaky this morning and didn't know what they were up to. But I heard Malfoy mention your name."

Michael reminded him as Alan threw a thick dictionary at Michael.

"Ouch!" Michael shouted in pain, and the dictionary hit him on the head.

"Practice carefully, Michael," Professor Flitwick reminded.

Michael did not dare to say any more and concentrated on practicing.

Various books and stationery were flying around in the classroom, and then the sound of banging and banging falling could be heard all the time.

The little wizards in Ravenclaw were still discussing how to successfully put their names into the Goblet of Fire a few minutes before class. Now, they are fully devoted to training the Flying Charm in groups.

Because any young wizard who can successfully master the Flying Charm before the end of get out of class will be exempted from writing the paper assigned by Professor Flitwick.

Despite this, at the end of class, except for Allen, most of the young wizards who joined the training class received the honor of being exempted from writing homework.

After Alan helped Professor Flitwick tidy up the classroom, he saw the ghost of Ravenclaw, Ms. Gray, when he went out.

Ms. Gray floated over in an extremely elegant manner, with her hands folded under her belly, like a princess.

When she saw Allen, she nodded expressionlessly and drifted past Allen without looking back.

"Why does Ms. Gray only nod to you? Is it because you are the most outstanding little wizard at Hogwarts?" Michael touched his chin, feeling more and more that what he was guessing was the truth of the matter.

Allen smiled slightly and said nothing. He realized that, except for Peeves, all the ghosts in the castle had been instructed by Dumbledore to observe Professor Moody's every move.

Mrs. Gray nodded, which meant that Moody had successfully put the parchment with Harry's name on it into the Goblet of Fire.

Just when Allen reached the corner of the stairs, Malfoy hurried upstairs with Goyle and Crabbe.

Seeing Alan, Malfoy stopped him excitedly, "Alan!"

"Draco, you just picked up a big bag of gold galleons." Happiness can be contagious. Seeing Malfoy's delighted look, Allen couldn't help but joked.

"Go to the cafeteria quickly and find out." Malfoy urged.

Goyle and Crabbe were breathing heavily, looking silly and happy.

Thinking of what Michael said in class just now, Allen's curiosity was really aroused.

Perhaps because wizards from other schools were visiting, the house elves at Hogwarts tried their best to prepare extremely sumptuous food. But the little wizards' minds were not at all on these deliciously fragrant foods. Their eyes were attracted by the Goblet of Fire in the center of the foyer.

The cup was placed in the center of the foyer, on the stool where the Sorting Hat usually rested. A thin circle of gold was drawn on the floor, with a radius of ten feet, surrounding the cup.

Some young wizards from Slytherin House were neatly lined up on both sides of the aisle. When they saw Alan behind Malfoy, he neatly raised his wand and tapped it on the left shoulder as if he had rehearsed it countless times. Click and perform a wizard's ceremony.

Allen quickly returned the gift. Malfoy's expression was full of unconcealable joy. He felt from the bottom of his heart that pure blood should be like Allen.

The other Slytherins, whether because of the advice of their elders during the summer vacation or the influence of the Harris family in the Ministry of Magic, were willing to be friends with Allen.

Not to mention, Allen, who is already very temperamental, exudes a special charm after taking the attribute potion, which makes people willing to make friends with him.

"Who can tell me what you are doing?" Dumbledore's voice came, with Ms. Maxim and Karkaroff standing behind him.

Allen watched the changes quietly and did not speak out. Malfoy took the initiative to explain. Since Marcus, who always repeated grades, graduated, Malfoy has become the leader of Slytherin.

"Headmaster, we Slytherins unanimously believe that Alan Harris has the ability to represent Hogwarts, and only he can bring us the greatest glory. Therefore, we ask all Slytherins who are over 17 years old to write Ai The parchment with Lun's name was thrown in."

Malfoy was neither humble nor arrogant, but his words instantly angered Karkaroff behind Dumbledore.

"Cheating, this is shameful cheating," Karkaroff said.

"No, we didn't cheat. The competition registration rules didn't say that others couldn't vote on your behalf!" Malfoy remained calm and did not panic because the other party was the principal.

"It's true that the rules don't say it, but doing this is a shameful act! It's not fair, Dumbledore." Karkaroff looked almost angry.

His face was red from holding back. In fact, he had countless sarcastic words to express, but as long as he thought of the Auror who was eyeing him and Alan, whose family's power was amazing, Karkaroff could only swallow those words that he couldn't hear.

"Actually, if I want to enter the Goblet of Fire, I don't need such a big battle at all." Allen raised his wand and pointed it at the Goblet of Fire.

Allen raised his arm and tapped the parchment in his hand with his wand. The parchment flew up suddenly, stayed above the age line for a few seconds, and then flew straight into the Goblet of Fire.

"I think your own settings have loopholes, so you can't blame others for taking advantage of them." Allen said loudly.

Ms. Maxim and Karkaroff looked ugly. If such a powerful confusion spell is cast at such a young age, I am afraid that no wizard in the entire magic world can do it with more than one hand, let alone Allen using a spell. Silently, silently cast.

"It seems that Alan Harris is not only an excellent Quidditch player, but also has great control over magic! This is definitely a strong opponent." Mrs. Maxim thought to herself.

Dumbledore nodded imperceptibly towards Allen.