All things are three at Hogwarts

For Allen, he only needs to provide some information to Hermione in the subsequent training classes, and Hermione will still serve as the main instructor.

At this time, she was sitting in the library, her quill gently sliding across the parchment, leaving a beautiful mark. A small model of the Hungarian Horntail was placed on top of the parchment. She looked up and saw the dragon yawning, curling up and closing his eyes. Hermione smiled warmly.

For Hermione, being the main instructor was a joy. After all, in this case, on the one hand, she can get personal guidance from Allen, and on the other hand, while sharing the burden for Allen, she can also improve her own prestige and status in the training class, the best of both worlds.

November brings high winds and sleet to Hogwarts. In this case, the Ravenclaws who need to go outdoors to take Care of Magical Creatures lessons are extremely attached to the hot fire and thick walls in the castle.

Although there is always draft in the castle in winter, it is much better than the cold wind blowing outside all the time.

Professor Hagrid, who was in charge of the Care of Magical Creatures class, was not focused on these students either. From time to time he would get up and offer Madame Maxime's horses their favorite single malt whiskey. The smell of alcohol drifted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the little wizards dizzy.

Still, they take great care of the fearsome Blast-Ended Skrewts. Now there are only ten Blast-Ended Skrewts left. Apparently, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.

Today they are nearly six feet long each. Their thick gray protective coating, their powerful swinging legs, their exploding fire-breathing tails, their spines and suckers all combine to make the Blast-Ended Skrewt the most powerful thing a young wizard has ever seen. Disgusting stuff.

And Hagrid came up with an even more terrifying idea. He actually wanted to hibernate these snails who seemed to be full of energy.

The students looked listlessly at the big box Hagrid brought out, which was filled with pillows and fluffy blankets.

"We'll bring them in," Hagrid said, "then put the lid on and see what happens."

As a result, they discovered that the snails did not hibernate and did not like being stuffed into pillow-lined boxes and covered with lids.

Soon, Hagrid shouted: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

This farce left Michael speechless, especially when he saw that the students who were not in the training class did not dare to use lethal spells to avoid harming the blast-ended skrewts, but also wanted to tie them up, resulting in burns and burns on their bodies. When there were countless scratches.

Michael drew his wand and used a stun spell to subdue a squid that was running rampant in the pumpkin patch.

Upon seeing this, the students in other training classes also took action. Soon, the pumpkin patch strewn with pieces of boxes that were smoking were quiet.

Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence of Hagrid's vegetable garden. Today she was wearing a thick magenta robe with a purple suede collar. The alligator handbag hung on her arm.

"Who are you?" Hagrid noticed her and came over to ask.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet." Rita replied, looking at Hagrid with a smile on her face, her gold teeth shining in her mouth.

"It seems that Dumbledore said that you are not allowed to enter the school anymore." Hagrid said with a slight frown.

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid at all.

"What are these charming animals called?" she asked, her smile widening.

"Skreck," Hagrid replied gruffly.

"Really?" Rita said, looking interested. "I've never heard of that before...where did they get them?"

"Oh, with permission from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, I can purchase and keep these little guys."

Hagrid obviously understood what the other party wanted. He took out a crumpled certificate from his moleskin coat, with the red seal of the Ministry of Magic shining on it.

Rita held the certificate with two thick fingers and tried hard to decipher the dazzling signature of the handler: "Josephine Harris."

She narrowed her eyes and handed the certificate back to Hagrid, her attitude becoming more kind.

"Sorry to bother you, please say hello to Mr. Alan Harris for me." After saying that, she quickly turned around and left the pumpkin patch.

On the way out, she happened to bump into Harry who was looking for Hagrid. Her eyes lit up and she approached him: "Hi, Harry."

Harry looked uncertainly at Rita, who was wearing a magenta magic robe and holding a green shorthand pen in her hand. She looked like a smiling tiger.

"Harry, are you confident that you can beat Alan Harris, who is currently the top scorer, in the next game?" She looked at Harry with a smile on her face, "I heard that you and Ron Weasley had a falling out. This is Isn't it because Krum came to Hogwarts? Is it possible for you to reconcile?"

"I just want to say one thing to you," Harry said angrily, "Goodbye."

After saying that, he ran towards Hagrid's hut.

When the spell ended the next day, Professor Flitwick told the young wizards exciting news: "The Yule Ball is coming. This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests." . Well, the dance is only open to students in fourth grade and above, but if you want, you can invite a junior student."

The audience immediately became agitated. It was a dance. Who wouldn’t be frivolous? The little wizards exchanged excited looks with each other.

"Put on your formal robes," Professor Flitwick said with a smile. "The ball will be held in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and will end at twelve midnight. And Alan Harris, as the head of Hogwarts Warrior and first place in the last competition, you need to do the opening dance with your partner.”

Allen smiled and nodded under the interesting eyes of the little wizards.

Not only the little wizards in Ravenclaw, but also the enthusiasm of the little wizards in Hogwarts were aroused, especially the girls.

Girls were giggling and whispering in the corridors, laughing loudly every time a boy walked by, exchanging ideas excitedly about what the boys would wear on Christmas night...

The six warriors at Hogwarts have become the focus. Some people are looking forward to becoming the warriors' dance partners, while more are curious about who the warriors will choose as their dance partners.

While eating lunch, Alan was stopped by Fleur, who was waiting for him.

Fleur and Allen left the castle and walked around the lake under the excited and ambiguous eyes of the young wizards.

"Ellen, you..." Fleur hesitated.