All things are three at Hogwarts

This is a letter from Mr. Lovegood. He saw the newspaper reports and cut out all the pictures and articles related to Luna and made an album.

Those news and comments that said something bad about Luna were also secretly noted down by Mr. Lovegood. They had better pray that they didn't have any shameful deeds or embarrassing things.

To Luna, Mr. Lovegood kept reminding her that she could have a good relationship with Alan Harris, but she must not do anything beyond friendship while she was a student.

In the envelope, Mr. Lovegood also attached a photo of himself. There were a lot of blisters on the corners of his mouth, and he was holding an album with Luna's photo in his hand and showing it to the camera.

Luna looked at the letter intently, carefully tucked Mr. Lovegood's photo into a book of Quibbler, put it in her bag, and then opened the next letter.

After reading a few lines, Luna put the letter aside. The line "I like your light golden soft hair and white skin the most" was soaked in the orange juice spilled by the owl on the table, and gradually became blurred.

Putting the new issue of the Quibbler that came with the third letter into her bag, Luna was attracted by Ron who was unconscious in front of the Ravenclaw table, and casually opened the last letter.

A stream of yellow-green liquid sprayed onto her hands, emitting a pungent smell of gasoline, and large yellow blisters immediately appeared on her hands.

"Undiluted pus from the Barbo tuber!" Allen suddenly appeared next to Luna. The envelope floated up. Allen glanced at it, smelled the smell on the envelope, and said angrily.

Luna reluctantly raised her hand to observe. Her fingers were covered with thick, painful scars, and they looked like she was wearing a pair of thick, lumpy gloves.

Allen tapped her wand on her finger, and a green plaster spread evenly over Luna's injured hand in an instant. The refreshing and cool feeling penetrated the thick scar, making Luna feel no pain. .

Only then did Alan focus on the letter again, "I read in Wizard Weekly that you are the person Alan Harris misses the most. Alan is the incarnation of Merlin. He is so sunny, handsome, and outstanding. , you deserve to be close to Allen, just wait, I just need to find a big envelope and I will send you a curse next time. If you don’t want to die, stay away from my Allen!"

The owls on Luna's dining table had eaten enough and flew away one by one. The ginger owl just flew to the window and involuntarily fell back. The owl's round eyes widened and it flapped its wings desperately. , but in vain.

Like a falling meteor, it quickly came to Allen.

Allen patted its head soothingly, soothing the innocently angry owl.

Allen's wand was pressed against the letter floating in the air. His lips did not move at all, but a sound that was completely different from Allen's usual modest and calm tone came from his closed mouth. The feeling is not heard but directly affects people's hearts. The arrogance carries a power that can confuse people's hearts, and the sense of evil full of order comes from the language itself. The young wizards in the auditorium began to tremble, feeling weak and dizzy all over their bodies. The younger and weaker wizards even felt paralyzed and unable to move.

What kind of magic is this? The little wizards present all had this idea in their minds.

"A curse in Infernal language!" Professor Flitwick stood up from the teacher's chair and said in surprise.

The envelope rotated and tumbled rapidly in mid-air, and dark red light flashed on the paper. A corner of the envelope burst into flames, emitting a strong smell of sulfur, and soon the entire letter was reduced to ashes.

A piece of parchment appeared in front of Allen, and Allen quickly wrote on it: "If you want to lift the curse, go to the Ministry of Magic to find an Auror to surrender, and then ask them to bring you to Hogwarts to apologize to Luna. That's the only way Your curse will be lifted."

The writing was transparent and full of momentum, and Allen's anger could be seen just from the handwriting.

He tied the letter to the owl's foot and let it fly away. Seeing Luna's calm expression, Allen's furious mood was relieved. After coming back to his senses, he noticed that the auditorium was affected by his spell. The little wizards who arrived bowed apologetically, instead of performing the usual but slightly proud wizard salute: "I'm really sorry, everyone. I didn't control my emotions just now. Because of my mistake, everyone had an unpleasant experience. feelings.”

"Alan!" Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice sounded from behind several young wizards. He looked a little panicked and his clothes were a bit messy. It looked like he had finally managed to squeeze away the young wizards who had just come to watch because of Luna's accident. They: "You must not kill anyone. Purgatory language carries the power of the devil's contract. The curse of this language cannot be easily removed by the recipient!"

"Thank you, Professor, but I should have controlled the level." Allen looked at Professor Flitwick with gratitude, who was thinking about himself, "She started this first, she shouldn't have played a malicious prank on Luna after She also threatened with a curse. I was just punishing her in her own way. As long as my fanatical female fan surrendered as soon as possible, she would have enough time for the Aurors to bring her here before the aging curse caused her to die of old age. Ask me to relieve her, and the time she spends in prison will be just enough for her to experience rejuvenation like Benjamin Button. However, although the wrinkles will slowly disappear, the fallen hair will also grow back on its own, and the lost teeth will probably After prison, you have to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries and drink a glass of bone spirit to recover as before."

Allen, who came back to help Luna pack her things after sending Luna to the school nurse, glanced at the ashes on the ground. He felt that Luna and the others' work on improving their soul strength could no longer proceed slowly and had to be put on the agenda. Right in front of him, Luna was hurt like this. And the letter was still threatening Luna to mail a curse to her next time. Thinking of this possibility, Allen's eyes narrowed. It was time to absorb the soul of the Acromantula to increase the strength of the soul. Maybe it was time to have a special date with Penelo.

At night, snowflakes were falling in abundance and a thick layer fell on the ground. Two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The tall man with a graceful figure and curvy figure is none other than Penello, who has been sitting in the office of the Auror Department for a few days recently; the slightly shorter one is Alan, the score controller of Hogwarts who is in a period of rapid development.

They appeared in the Acromantula's territory and quickly approached the densely packed spiders.