All things are three at Hogwarts

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On a winter morning after snow, the sky is blue and deep. When I opened the window, a biting cold air hit my face. As the saying goes, the heavy snow left no trace. The outside was completely white and there were no traces of anyone walking. This did not mean that it was very safe. The heavy snow might also have buried criminal acts.

Morgan Le Fay prepared breakfast as usual, but the traditional ham and eggs failed to arouse everyone's appetite.

When Owen announced the arrangements for everyone at the dinner table, Morgan Le Fay could no longer pretend to be calm, "No, Owen, my magic is also very strong and I am very skilled in spells. I can face everything with you at home." matter."

"Dad, I think a therapist can play a big role when facing a battle." Daisy didn't want to stand by and hide in a safe place, letting her blood relatives face unpredictable dangers, "You know I used to fight a lot when I was at Hogwarts..."

A quarrel or love debate was about to begin. Alan left two plates with a pot of breakfast tea, called his little sister Emily, and took her back to the room. He thought it shouldn't be Let young children directly face their parents' disputes, which will cause harm to their young minds.

Emily took her share sensibly, her expression already a little sad: "Alan, why did mom and dad quarrel?"

"Emily, because of some things that must be done, we all have to be separated for a while. Although mom and dad are arguing, you have to believe that it is all because they love each other." Allen patiently reasoned with his sister.

Emily looked even sadder: "Are we going to separate too?"

"Of course I will be with you." Allen continued to comfort his little sister. Waiting until the downstairs had calmed down, Allen took the luggage he had just packed and came to the living room with Emily. They would be in their father's room. Escorted to Aunt Josephine's house - when floo powder is transmitted, the user must stand in the fireplace, grab a handful of floo powder, clearly state the name of the destination, and then sprinkle the floo powder. Millie is still too young, and if she mispronounces something incorrectly, she doesn't know where she will fly.

Floo powder was invented by Ignatia Willsmith in the 13th century. Its manufacturing is strictly controlled. The only licensed manufacturer in the UK is Floo-Pow, which is headquartered in Diagon Alley, but no one has ever been able to tell where its main door is - a result of the company's secrecy. very good.

Floo powder shortages have never been reported, and no one knows who is manufacturing it, other than who the manufacturer is. Its price has remained the same for hundreds of years: two sickles a spoonful. Every wizarding family, whether rich or poor, keeps a certain amount of Floo powder, usually in a box or vase on the fireplace.

The formal manufacture of Floo powder is strictly confidential, and those who try to be "self-sufficient" have no success. At least once a year, Morgan le Fay receives patients at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies who suffer trauma caused by "pseudo-floo powder," in other words, they throw homemade powder into the fire and suffer the consequences - As outraged therapist and St. Mungo's spokesman Rutherford Pock put it: "It's two Sickles a spoonful, please, so stop asking for a price cut and stop throwing runes into the fire." Powder the snake's fangs, and don't blow yourself out of the chimney! If another wizard comes along and burns his back, I swear I'll never heal him. Just two Sickles a spoonful!"

When Owen handed over his children to his sister Josephine, he, who had always been calm, still seemed a little reluctant at this time: "We will act according to the original plan. I hope everything goes well, Ellen, take good care of my sister."

Owen hugged his children and turned away resolutely.

Aunt Josephine, who works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic, said that Lunn's ability to pass the internship so early was probably due to the background of "someone in the ministry"...

Aunt Josephine looked like a stocky witch much younger than her actual age, with unhealthy pale skin and piercing blue eyes. She wore a dark purple dress, a black silk cloak with jet black tassels, and a black bonnet with purple velvet flowers that trembled when she turned her head.

"Oh my God, the little sweet bear is still so cute." Aunt Josephine picked up Emily and rubbed her face. Emily looked at her brother helplessly and saw Allen's encouraging smile. Then she rested her chin shyly on her aunt's shoulder.

"Alan, have you had breakfast?" After receiving a positive answer, Aunt Josephine took them to place their luggage.

This was probably an old and somewhat declining manor. Aunt Josephine took them out of the living room with the huge fireplace and came to the corridor. It was a long corridor that branched off into several other aisles. They followed a branch path to an upward staircase. These stairs are one after another.

There are doors on both sides of the corridor, most of which are locked. There are also many paintings hanging on the walls. Some of the pictures are eerie and strange landscapes, but most of them are portraits of men and women. The people in the paintings are all wearing strange clothes made of silk, satin and velvet, which are very gorgeous. Allen walked slowly past, staring at the faces in the painting, and those faces were staring at him.

Allen finally noticed something unusual. Unlike the murals in Hogwarts, although these people could move freely, they were all silent and unusually quiet. Emily couldn't help but leaned closer to her brother. Such a scene was indeed a shock to the young girl.

They stopped in front of the large wooden door with a portrait of a little girl. The little girl was wearing a red dress woven with gold and silver embossed flowers. She had a dark green toad squatting on her hand. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were sharp and sharp. curious.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Aunt Josephine also saluted the girl in the painting: "Miss Clark, these two children need to stay here temporarily for a few nights. I hope you can allow it."

The toad in the little girl's hand jumped and left the frame. After a while, the girl also left the frame.

"That's it." Aunt Josephine pushed gently, and the huge door moved slowly and heavily.

After opening the door, what comes into view is a huge bedroom with embroidered ornaments hanging on the wall, clear-grained wooden furniture filling the room, and a large window inlaid with large pieces of colorful window glass. It is a vast white wilderness covered with thick snowflakes.

A large soft bed covered with thick blankets is placed in front of an old mural. The content on the mural is difficult to discern, but at a glance, it feels weird.

"Don't worry. Although it looks a little spooky here, it is a safe place." Aunt Josephine explained as if she was worried about the two children.

Allen picked up the suitcase: "Thank you, aunt, don't worry, I will take good care of my sister."

"Okay, then you guys take a rest first. I'll ask you to have lunch later. If you feel bored, there is the library next door. You can go and have a look. I remember there are a lot of children's books that Miss Clark has read." Aunt Sephine touched Emily's head again and turned to leave.

Allen unpacked his luggage and hung the clothes neatly in the oak wardrobe while thinking about how to escape and find Albert. It would be nice if he was an adult. At least he could move freely and not be restricted by his age.

After preliminary arrangements were made, Allen found that there was nothing suitable for Emily to play in the room, so he took Emily to the library next door that her aunt just mentioned. This room seemed to be usually not used by anyone. Books are neatly arranged on the bookshelf.

Probably Aunt Josephine had used the "cleaner" in advance, and the room was clean without a trace of dust.

Emily, who was put down by Alan, was happily playing in front of a short children's bookshelf. She took out all the books inside, stacked them high, and clapped her hands with joy - she did not use these books. Instead of looking at it, it is used as a building block toy.

The books were stacked higher and higher, tilting slowly. After Emily placed a thick book of fairy tales, the trembling library collapsed and hit Emily. Alan, who was already prepared, picked up Emily and deliberately spun her around a few times to play with her sister. However, he accidentally kicked down the children's bookshelf. The bookshelf hit the heavy tapestry behind it, and the tapestry was dented.

Allen lifted up the bookshelf, opened a crack in the tapestry, and found that behind the tapestry was a narrow stair tunnel, and there was a slight breeze - there are such secret passages hidden in many old buildings that can allow the owner to escape when in danger. It was used as a secret escape route, but because his sister Emily was still with him, Allen was unable to explore it.

However, after eating a hearty lunch, children tend to become sleepy after eating a full meal. Emily fell asleep in the soft and warm bed. Alan seized the opportunity this time and asked Aunt Josephine to look after Emily. He made an excuse to concentrate on reading in the library and explore the secret passage he had discovered before.