All things are three at Hogwarts

Allen turned and walked into the room on the right, which was the frost level where Harry was. A lot of potions had been spilled in front of Harry's desk, and some messy medicinal herbs were scattered on the floor.

Harry's nose and eyebrows were already covered with a thin layer of ice. His trembling hand held a silver knife. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around stiffly and saw Alan. Hope shines in her eyes.

"Want to brew a defrosting potion?" Allen quickly understood the rules, "You're lucky if you meet me."

Allen rolled up his magic robe and neatly handled the potion at the table. He raised and lowered the knife in his hand so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. The light screen lens belonging to Harry switched to play Allen's slow motion. .

"This is simply a textbook operation. Oh, what a genius idea. When handling the salamander's blood, he did not pour it all at once, but evenly sprinkled it in three times. This operation improved the stability of the potion..." As the principal of Durmstrang Magic School, Karkaroff had a sharp eye and could see Alan's innovative methods at a glance.

In the audience, Professor Snape pursed his lips and looked at Allen expressionlessly. But Slytherin, who was familiar with him, could still see the approval in the professor's eyes.

Professor Snape was indeed praising Allen in his heart, but it was not because of Allen's outstanding performance, but because he found that the methods used by Allen deliberately avoided the contents of his diary. It seemed that Allen There is no intention to publish these techniques without his consent.

Karkaroff, who withdrew his attention from Allen, turned his attention to Brooke Hernandez, the warrior of his school on the light screen, and curled his lips, "It's really unlucky. His worst thing is astronomy class."

Brooke on the screen is in a room full of stars. The starry sky above his head is divided into six areas. There is a silver date floating under each area. If you want to successfully break through the level, you must choose to combine the six stars. A starry sky chart corresponding to the date is laid out. If you make a mistake, you will be hit by the electric current released by the star.

Brooke obviously did not have this ability. His hair, which had been meticulously combed, stood on end, the muscles on his face were spasming and trembling, and blue electric current was constantly passing through his body. It was obvious that he had been severely punished.

In a room with Arabic numerals covering the walls, Fleur walked around the room anxiously, her beautiful hair messy as she scratched it. There were six kinds of math problems in the room, and Fleur chose the most girlish one to cut the cake.

On a white table, there is a large pink cake dotted with four bright red attractive strawberries.

It was cutting the cake that embarrassed Fleur. Six little dolls were sitting around the table, smiling at the cake in the middle that was cut into pieces by Fleur.

When Fleur discovered that she had made a mistake in dividing the cake, the dolls clamored for Fleur to finish the piece of cake that failed to be cut. Only when this piece of cake was eaten would a new cake appear, but soon she cut the cake again. Cut into pieces. She was feeling increasingly irritable.

After the fifth doll appeared, Fleur expertly waved her wand, an action she had repeated many times. She cut each strawberry into five equal parts, a total of 20 pieces, and then divided them equally between each doll.

At this time, the sixth villain appeared...

As the number of people increased, Fleur became more and more crazy. Although this was her last chance to challenge, even if she couldn't figure it out, she should be able to pass as long as she ate it, but she had already eaten two pieces of strawberry cake. , although the portion given to the dolls is not as big as usual, it is far more than a lady should eat, and now it is live broadcast...

The spectators outside the court were also thinking about how to divide the points. For wizards, mathematics is a mysterious thing.

Hermione was sitting in the audience, with a notebook spread out on her knees. She held a quill in her hand and slid desperately on the parchment: the cake was a 0 degree cake; the strawberries were 4x13 strawberries. ;So how to ensure that each person can get exactly 23 strawberries in the end...Hermione finally came to the conclusion tangledly and cut each of the four strawberries into 15 shreds, resulting in a total of 60 strawberry shreds, and then each person divided them. Ten items. Perfect!

The Fleur on the screen finally figured it out. When she divided the cake with knives and forks, the seventh doll appeared...

Hermione wailed in her seat, took out her quill again, and began to calculate hard.

Luna held her chin in her hands, holding a leaf she picked from nowhere in her mouth. She held Hermione's hand that was grabbing her disheveled hair: "No need to calculate, just squeeze the cake into juice, and give each person a cup." Enough."

Upon hearing this, Penello pursed his red lips impatiently when he saw Luna's calm look: "It's really troublesome. If it were me, I would smash the extra dolls one by one. Wouldn't it be okay? This question is not like the potion challenge that states that you are not allowed to attack the doll."

In the frosty room where Harry and Alan were, Harry watched Alan's flowing movements with great anticipation.

Soon, Alan successfully brewed the steaming thawing potion. He first divided a cup and handed it to Harry. Harry trembled and swallowed a big mouthful, and his pale complexion returned to normal. He poured the remaining potion into the open mouth of the wooden sculpture in front of his desk and easily took the gem from the wooden sculpture's hand.

"This is unfair! The warriors of Hogwarts are helping each other, and I strongly demand that such cheating in groups be stopped." Mrs. Maxim was worried about Fleur's performance. Seeing this situation, she couldn't help but stand up angrily and shout road.

"The rules only say that you can't attack each other, but they don't say that you can't help each other." Karkaroff's calmness made Mrs. Maxim look sideways. Shouldn't this guy join her in condemning Hogwarts?

Dumbledore on the side looked at Allen in the light screen solemnly, and his eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses were full of worry.

Karkaroff caught Dumbledore's look in his eyes and sneered. Not to mention that Allen was now his new master. Even if Allen was just his student, he would have already held him in the palm of his hand. What do you want? What to give.

At this time, Allen also entered the digital level room where Fleur was. He was surprised to see Fleur swallowing the last bite of the cake with pain on her face without looking like a lady at all.

Her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, obviously in great pain.

Allen took out the thawing potion he made in the frost level, took the initiative to share it with Fleur and introduced its use to her.

"Fortunately, I don't have to drink it... Ellen, Mrs. Harris won't come to watch this game, right?" Fleur took the potion and asked worriedly.

"Of course she will come to watch, you have to work hard!" Allen encouraged.

"Oh, no!" Fleur slapped her forehead. The last time she met Mrs. Harris, she had told Mrs. Harris that she didn't eat much.