All things are three at Hogwarts

Back at Hogwarts, the snow on the campus has not subsided at all. On the frozen ice of the Black Lake, only giant squid occasionally break through the ice to bask in the sun.

However, Alan, who had just had an adventure, was quite happy to return to school life, especially after he learned that the Weasley twins who had just finished their vacation and were punished under the supervision of Filch in the hall were because of them. Before the holidays, he enchanted some snowballs so that they chased Quirrell around and hit him on the back of his turbaned head, which made them laugh even more.

Now even the frowning Gray Lady Ellen who can't enter the statue space feels inexplicably friendly - although she promised Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, Ellen really doesn't know how to take care of a ghost, and doesn't know how to take care of a ghost. Knowing why a ghost needs others to take care of her, I can only smile a few more times and say hello to her when we meet.

What surprised the Ravenclaw students the most was that the Ravenclaw common room was filled with fragrance. This was Professor Flitwick seeking help from his colleague Headmaster Hufflepuff in order to welcome the students back. With the help of Pomona Sprout, a professor of herbal medicine, she asked for some plants with aromas that could help students relax, and used magic spells to create some illusory luminous plants to decorate them.

During lunch, Allen's good mood was slightly worse. Although the long Ravenclaw table was filled with food that was tempting to the little wizards around him, for Allen, it was all It was the British-style food that gave him a headache. However, although he still had some theories about cooking, his previous attempts at home while his mother was not at home had made him fully realize what his brain told him he knew how to do. But the hand will let him know the fact that he doesn't have it - even the excellent control of the body through body refining only makes his knife skills good.

Edward, who returned to school, was obviously in a state of excitement again. He talked about all the strange experiences he had encountered during the holiday travel. Allen could only offer a few words of advice from time to time to avoid embarrassing his roommates. Even if Allen sometimes talked about some of his own personal experiences, he would only mention them in an understatement, making people listen to them without even realizing it.

After eating and drinking, Allen noticed that Flegg, who was sitting with Neville at the Gryffindor table, looked much less energetic than when he first entered school. He walked over to chat for a few words and asked. In his case, although Flegg did not speak out his predicament as frankly as he did in Muggle school, Allen was still very clear about the consequences of his old friend's lack of magical talent. But there was nothing he could do about it. He could only comfort the other person with a few words, and then he and his roommate Edward started walking towards the Ravenclaw common room tower.

Returning to the west side of the castle, facing the increasingly familiar area, the somewhat careless Allen's mind at this time was occupied by the comfortable memories of the four-poster beds in their dormitory, which were covered with sky blue silk soft fabrics. , he thought that what would make his mood even better at this time would naturally be a good nap.

However, just as they were about to start climbing the stairs, Allen and Edward were blocked by the Iron Triangle trio.

Seeing that Ron was still holding rock biscuits, Alan guessed that they had just come directly from Hagrid's hut.

"Thank you for the gift, Harris. I'm sorry before the holiday. I wronged you." Hermione said carefully, while politely standing aside to make way for Allen and the others, because Hermione was standing just in front of Allen. the way to go.

Allen glanced at Hermione for no apparent reason before relying on his memory to recall the episode. After experiencing so many thrilling things during the holiday, he had long forgotten the small unpleasantness that happened to Hermione and the three of them before the holiday. The back of his mind: "It's nothing, Miss Granger, it's just a small misunderstanding."

"Alan, if there's nothing else, let's go first, shall we?" Edward reminded Alan to leave. He didn't want Alan to delay any longer, because he didn't want to be woken up by Alan who came back after he had just fallen asleep during his nap.

Miss Know-It-All's face turned red due to embarrassment, and she was holding on to the sleeves of her robe helplessly with both hands. It was obvious that she, who was usually arrogant and seldom made mistakes, was not very good at apologizing. She also had excellent grades and was even better at it. Get used to the perspective of being asked for help by others rather than asking for help from others.

Seeing the little girl's appearance, Allen pushed his roommate away: "You go back first, I'll chat for a few words and then come back."

Edward went upstairs muttering a little dissatisfied, while the others quickly put aside their small grudges, although they deliberately tried to ease the friendly atmosphere with each other.

"Alan, do you remember that big dog with three heads? It was guarding something." Harry was very satisfied that he could finally speak openly and no longer cover up, and his tone was much lighter.

Hermione quickly added what they thought was the key information: "And this is what Professor Snape wants. Professor Snape cast a spell on Harry during the Gryffindor-Slytherin match. Evil curse..."

Ron looked like a wise man: "We asked Hagrid and he accidentally said the name Nico Flamel. So what Snape wants must be related to him."

"So, you want to find out who Nico Flamel is?" Allen asked softly. The air suddenly became quiet. The Iron Triangle was a little embarrassed. It was precisely to hide this matter that they misunderstood Allen.

And yesterday, Hermione came back the day before school started. She was in a very mixed mood. On the one hand, she was horrified by Harry's bold behavior of getting up from bed for three consecutive nights and wandering around the school to look at the Mirror of Erised. She was very worried. Harry was caught by Filch; on the one hand, he was deeply disappointed that none of them had found out who Nico Flamel was after the holiday.

They had almost given up hope of finding Flamel in the library, although Harry still believed he had seen the name somewhere - so the trio had to put their last hope in Alan.

"Nicolas Flamel is an outstanding master of alchemy and a partner of Professor Dumbledore." Allen smiled mischievously and lowered his voice like an actor, "Nicolas Flamel is also well known to the public. The only maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

However, the words did not achieve the effect he expected.

Harry and Ron's expressions were equally full of confusion, a little silly but with a tacit understanding like the Weasley twins, and they asked the same question at the same time: "What stone?"

Miss Know-It-All Hermione was very dissatisfied with the ignorance of her two companions. She roared at them: "What's wrong, you two don't usually read books? Ancient alchemy involves the refining of the magic stone, which has amazing functions. A magical substance. The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and can also create the elixir of life, so that those who drink it will never die."

Harry and Ron were stunned, and Ron opened his mouth in surprise.

Alan nodded at Hermione's erudition and added: "The only remaining Philosopher's Stone currently known to the wizarding world belongs to Mr. Nico Flamel. He celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year and is now with They live in seclusion in Devon with his wife Perenal."

"That big dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's Stone! I dare say that Flamel asked Dumbledore to keep it for him because they were friends and he knew that someone was trying to take advantage of the Philosopher's Stone. That's why he took it The Philosopher's Stone was transferred from Gringotts." Hermione guessed quickly.

"A stone can turn gold and make you immortal!" Harry said, "No wonder Snape is trying to get it too! Anyone would want it!"

"No wonder we can't find Flamel in the "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft"," Ron said. "Since he is 665 years old, he can't be considered a modern person, right?"

Allen was secretly proud of himself. He also had a magic stone of his own, and even completed the final production of the magic stone himself - although the part he participated in seemed to him like someone else was finishing it while cooking. Most of it, he took over and sprinkled some chopped green onion on top and arranged it on a plate.

After the semester officially started, Allen returned to his extremely self-disciplined and regular life.

Probably because after the holidays, the final exam is getting closer and closer, and the professors have assigned more and more homework. Professor Snape, in particular, seemed to be troubled by something and was very strict with his requirements. Except for top academics like Allen and Hermione, who were ignored by him, almost everyone in the Slytherin class was picked on. Perfect to the point of perfection.

Fortunately, the memory brought by his photographic memory helped Allen cope with this heavy study burden. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to remain excellent in all subjects.

Especially when this year's total score was expected to win the Quidditch Cup and maintain a complete victory in the game, Roger was like a chicken-blood, holding tactical analysis meetings non-stop every day and practicing like crazy.

The Ravenclaw Quidditch captain's demands on his players are stricter than ever, even in the continuous rainy days after the heavy snowfall, on a day that in previous years is an extra rest day for the Ravenclaw team. , and he didn't let his players rest. Roger's energy this year made him comparable to the true traditional fanatic of Hogwarts Quidditch-Gryffindor Captain Oliver Wood.

Despite his fatigue, Allen's heart was still full of joy. He knew that this fulfilling life and passionate days would become beautiful memories in the future.

During a particularly wet and muddy training session, Roger excitedly announced that Professor Snape would be refereeing the Quidditch final.

"Why not Mrs. Huo Qi?"

"Yes, Mrs. Huo Qi is the most professional."

"Snape is too scary..."

"No matter why!" Roger waved his hand, looking high-spirited, "Don't worry, although Professor Snape is only partial to Slytherin, our opponent is Gryffindor! Compared to us, Ravenclaw has to ask for more He liked it much more.”

The team members talked a lot, and Allen felt a little funny about the various misunderstandings of the old bat: "This arrogant old bat wants to protect Harry. The irony is that in their eyes, he is still a completely bad guy. ——Although it is true that he is very partial to Slytherin."

"Everything Is Three at Hogwarts"