All things are three at Hogwarts

"These wizards are more noisy than a bunch of moles..." Alfred Crawford, who left Allen, hurried forward along the streets of Diagon Alley. He looked at the road because the Harris family had just been in the news. The ordinary wizards who cheered and discussed excitedly at the news announced at the press conference said that the matter was similar to what his master had imagined. If the Harris family rejected his final proposal, then he would follow the master's instructions and perform the second set. plan.

"Sooner or later, the arrogant Harris family will be punished. These black-hearted people have secretly armed such a powerful force, and they must have planned it for a long time. They are a cancer in the magic world. If they are not eliminated soon, they will definitely endanger the entire magic world!" Marcus Flint spit on the ground bitterly, but the presence of Aurors around him made him dare not say these lines too loudly. In the end, his complaints were reduced to muttering to himself.

"Master Marcus, please forgive my presumption. It is useless to try to hinder his development by smearing the Harris family. We need to unite and discuss together before taking action." Alfred said to the current member of his master's wife's family The patriarch comforted him, "Please move to Bok Manor. We have arranged a banquet and are waiting for your arrival."

Then, Alfred successfully found Annette Bobin at the press conference where the crowd had not completely dispersed. After whispering, Annette Bobin touched her turquoise ring and raised her head. His chin curled up with a cold snort.

At this time, classes were in progress at Hogwarts, and the teachers and students at the school were still unaware of what was happening in Diagon Alley.

Although Harry didn't have a Potions class, he still walked to the cold Potions classroom located underground. In the corridor outside the classroom, Harry hid behind a pillar and watched, waiting for the wizards in the classroom to finish class.

"I strongly recommend that you review...the antidote chapter. We will continue to explain the magical effects of cow dung stones in the next class...get out of class is over now." Slughorn's voice came from the classroom.

"Alish, this is not my little tail..." Slughorn called out to a fat Hufflepuff girl. The girl smiled sheepishly at the professor who was packing the storage cabinet, and ran back in a few steps. A lizard-like tail forgotten on the processing table was taken away.

When Slughorn greeted the students, he keenly spotted Harry hiding behind the pillar, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face: "Aha, look who is here! Harry, listen When the devil attacked Miss Hermione Granger, Miss Ginny Weasley was right next to her. Facing the fear of death is not something she should bear at her age. How is she doing now? Maybe let me give you some tranquilizer?"

"She is fine, she is not injured. Thank you for your concern, Professor." Harry shook his head and thanked him, then pondered for a moment, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. He imitated the way Tom Riddle asked Slughorn the question, Asked, "Professor, can I ask you something?"

Without waiting for the other party's consent, Harry had completely entered the Potions classroom.

"Ask, kid, just ask." Slughorn walked towards Harry with his teaching box in one hand and a few books in the other, as if he knew everything and could tell him everything.

"What happened in Diagon Alley this time made me understand... This time Ginny was lucky not to be harmed by the devil, but if something like this happens again in the future, with my current ability... So I went to the library these nights The forbidden book area..." Harry pressed his hand on a magic book to hide his anxiety, "Professor, I read some information about a rare magic..."

"If a person wants to become strong, the best way is to have someone he wants to protect." Slughorn nodded, he thought about it and said enthusiastically, "If you are willing, Harry , we can use the weekend time to let me teach you some simple and practical little magics..."

"Thank you, Professor, I really need your teaching." Harry said smoothly, "For example, that rare magic material has been bothering me for a long time."

Harry's green eyes behind his glasses stared right at Slughorn. Slughorn's brows gradually furrowed and his body leaned forward slightly: "Well, what's the name of that thing?"

"I can't remember clearly, the name is quite convoluted..." Harry lied, "So I was wondering, is there really some magic...professors can't teach students?"

The two people were looking at each other across the large potions processing table, but Slughorn lowered his head at this time: "I'm just the Potions teacher Harry, I think you'd better ask Snape this question. Professor, well, I think Professor Alan Harris is also very suitable. Aren’t you also taking classes with him? There seems to be no magic that cannot be taught at Professor Harris’s place.”

Slughorn crossed Harry and wanted to leave, but Harry immediately turned around and continued: "Ah... Professor Harris adopts layered teaching according to each person's different situations. He will not teach students what they should master before they have mastered it." New knowledge is taught before the knowledge is learned, so the teaching progress is different for everyone... If I ask Professor Harris about this, he will definitely not explain it to me, and although Professor Snape is now a Defense Against the Dark Arts I’m a professor in the art class, but he and I don’t like each other very well... I mean he’s not like you, he will misunderstand me.”

Harry's expression looked sincere. Slughorn looked at Harry from bottom to top, and upon hearing Harry's words, a mask-like smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, where is the light without darkness? The same is true for magic, and I always try to live on the light side." Slughorn stared at Harry meaningfully, "I suggest you do the same."

After saying that, Slughorn walked forward.

Harry immediately asked the pointed question in a hurry, without any concealment, "Professor, when Tom Riddle asked you this question, did you answer the same way?"

Slughorn frowned, turned around in surprise and confusion, and clenched his hands in his long sleeves into fists: "Dumbledore sent you, didn't he?"

Harry looked at the other party's angry look without blinking, and was speechless for a moment.

"Really?" Slughorn asked. Looking at Harry's stunned look, Slughorn's robes swung around. He turned around angrily, walked a few steps angrily, and suddenly stopped again without turning his head. He reminded Harry, "I'll give you a piece of advice, Harry, you should stay away from these things that you shouldn't be involved in and let people like Dumbledore or Alan Harris solve it themselves."

Although it was still daytime, the Burke family mansion was brightly lit. Hines walked to the room in the Burke Manor that had an unusually large fireplace. The base of the fireplace was paved with bricks, and the brick surfaces were all kept clean. Bright red again.

An old wizard was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the fireplace, and several wizards in unusual clothes were sitting around Herbert Burke. Alfred nodded to the wizards he had invited before. They were all core figures of the pure-blood families who had good relations with the Burke family.

"Sir, the Harris family once again rejected our overtures." Alfred walked to the old wizard and reported everything that happened at the press conference. The room was silent, and there was a stone on the shelf next to the fireplace. The ticking sound of the desk clock was very pleasant, but Alfred did not even dare to breathe, waiting for Herbert Bock's instructions.

"Because of the surname Rozier, we have given them many opportunities to choose, and we have done our best. Since they are unwilling to join and have to establish their own business, we don't have to be polite." The old voice slowly sounded, "Instructions Go down and prepare for the dinner, today’s guests will probably stay for a long time.”

"I don't like Dumbledore and his style, but in this situation, do we really have to turn to him to compete with Harris?" Ben Burst wiped the flesh on his chin with his handkerchief. Khan, "If Harris really relies on that brat's strength to be unreasonable... we have to rely on Dumbledore to control him."

"Little guy from the Burst family, don't worry. Harris now wants to rely on the population advantage of those mudbloods and hybrids to fight against us. And based on their rhetoric today and their past style, we have to admit that they are still pure blood in nature. Preferring to use the law rather than break it, Owen will not let his youngest son resort to violent means to shape himself into the third Dark Lord as long as we don't give them a reason." Herbert Burke sat in a wheelchair, somewhat He tilted his head to Alfred with some difficulty, and gestured to pour a glass of whiskey for the fat man who was a little frightened by Allen just now, "After all, their last name is Harris, not Rozier."

"We need Dumbledore, but the greatest white wizard in the world is not a good choice. The conflict between us and him is impossible to cooperate for a long time. You also know that those who follow Dumbledore will not end up. Great, this old bee is much more ruthless in sacrificing others than we are..." A blond wizard with a tall nose, thick eyebrows and a high forehead agreed, "But it's better than leaning towards the mysterious man. The mysterious man is in school. I originally thought he had good potential, but this mixed-race poor man didn’t have a family to teach him. He relied on his talent to study randomly. Maybe he practiced some black magic and made himself crazy. Now he is a terrorist and has no real ability. Political ideas have never been in my consideration range. I once thought about making friends with Harris, but unfortunately these arrogant Germans not only refused to accept it, but also wanted to solve us at the root. This cannot be tolerated!"

The green fire in the fireplace flashed, and the figure of Mr. Borkin with neatly combed and oily hair appeared in the fireplace. After greeting the people around him, he sat quietly in his seat, with a smile on his face. His expression was not as smooth as when he was a shopkeeper.

"Paul, how are your two daughters doing?" Herbert Burke moved his fingers on the wheelchair, "I'm sorry, that boy Borgin is incompetent and has never been able to find a way to break the blood curse. Maybe after we get Harry Before Si is driven out of England, maybe you should let Daphne and Astoria try that temple?"

"Thank you... Daphne hasn't shown any signs yet, Astoria... But no, I didn't let my daughters join the Harris training class, and I won't let them believe in Ravenclaw... Those Germans look down on it. We..." The tall-nosed blond wizard turned to the silent Mr. Borkin and bowed slightly, "We have to rely on ourselves, and we will continue to trouble Mr. Borkin in the future..."

"You are too polite, Mr. Greengrass. I'm sorry that there has been no progress..." Bojin quickly returned the greeting, then stood up to express his opinion: "The Harris family, in recent years, because of the emergence of a genius in the family, the family's strength has greatly improved. With rapid improvement, these remnants of Grindelwald are getting together again, but because of this, they are too arrogant. The ambitions and appetites of those who followed the first generation of Dark Lord have been raised too much... As arrogant as before when they wanted to control the wizarding world and the Muggle world, this time they not only want to control the status and power they have gained in the wizarding world in the past few years, but also want to control those of us who have been rooted in the UK for thousands of years. The forces swallowed them all up in one go, and then replaced them all with their people. But now they have also given us a handle... Since that brat dares to teach black magic, and dares to blatantly use undead creatures as a protective force, we can use this as a reason, Use Dumbledore to bring together the Longbottom and Bones families who overemphasize justice and have little ambition to fight for power and have refused to cooperate with us to fight against the Harris family."