All things are three at Hogwarts

"Master, there are some things I have to report to you. Pansy Parkinson wrote to the Dark Lord about the situation in the British wizarding world, Master, your relationship with other purebloods and Dumbledore... So the Dark Lord sent After leaving Rabastan, they returned to the UK and tried to wreak havoc in the Muggle society and cause trouble for us, Harris..." Lucius did not use his usual slow tone and sped up his speech to go forward and report in detail. He wanted to use this information to make up for it. His own fault, "They plan to carry out roaming attacks in Muggle society... In order to avoid being caught by Aurors or stopping their actions, they may cast a spell and evacuate immediately..."

"This is indeed a bit troublesome. The Aurors need some reaction time to get to the scene through Apparition. If there is no rule at all in choosing a target, casting a spell and running away, it would be difficult for me to catch the person in person..." Allen frowned and shook his head, "Are you sure you're just in the Muggle world?"

"Yes, Master, there are Aurors everywhere in the British wizarding world. They don't dare to go..." Lucius hesitated and gave a definite answer. Then he saw Alan's expression and decided to leave the rest. The news was told in one breath to avoid being more unpleasant, "There is one more thing... I was also assigned a task by the Dark Lord. He sent me back to England, who had not yet been exposed to the wizarding world, to use Malfoy. The family’s status and reputation among pure-blood families are used to contact those pure-blood families. The Dark Lord wants to take this opportunity to make families that did not support him before turn to him...Master, what should I do?”

"It doesn't matter, Lucius, just follow the Dark Lord's words and do it with your heart..." Allen didn't seem to care much about this, "Just remember it yourself and tell me the family name if you agree to support your family."

Lucius wanted to echo, but he just opened his mouth without making a sound. He lowered his head lower, clasped his hands together, rubbed them uneasily, and moved hesitantly.

"Huh? Don't worry Lucius, didn't I just tell you that your safety is more important than this." Even if Allen can't see through the mind of the wizard running the Occlumency, he still knows exactly what Lucius is worried about, "No It will make you suspicious."

No matter how worried Lucius was, Alan and Luna left quickly and quietly, just as they came gently, Luna waved her hand and took away a piece of his cookie.

In the Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts, Allen quickly twisted a vine into a bench. Luna sat on the chair lightly, took a bite of the cookie, and unscrewed the cap of the Coke bottle. I took a big gulp of Coke.

The bubbles of Coke rolled wantonly in the transparent bottle. Luna burped happily and said, "Lucius was frightened."

"Well, but what he reported is troublesome..." Allen didn't care about Lucius's mood. He responded briefly, and then stretched out his hand to Luna.

Luna broke off a piece of the cookie and handed it to Allen, who also took a bite. The barakumu cookie was made from a mixture of cornmeal, butter, eggs and sugar. It exuded the aroma of milk and butter, making it particularly appetizing. After finishing a few bites, Allen clapped his hands and folded his arms in front of his chest. He thought about the information he heard. Although Voldemort could not be eliminated for the greater good, Allen, who wanted revenge before Hermione was attacked, decided not to delay but to let's move.

Allen's fingers tapped lightly on his arm. He decided to contact Penello as soon as he returned to the tower and asked her to collect some information about Gringotts. Allen now needed Voldemort's soul.

"Why go to Gringotts at all?" Luna, who was chewing a cookie in her mouth, asked in an unflattering tone, spitting out some food crumbs.

"Helga's golden cup was made into a Horcrux by Tom, and I need to use the soul inside it."

"The souls in my diadem and monkey-faced locket cannot be used?"

"What? Aren't they purified..." Alan was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was saying, "You mean they are still in the tower time zone? You're useless?"

"You're useless because you're still in the tower time zone." Luna took a sip of her drink and responded, "You raised an Acromantula."

"This saves me a lot of trouble." Allen understood. Anyway, the soul effects are the same. The soul in the Dark Lord's Horcrux is of higher quality, but it is only a small fragment and is even better when purified. Luna, who was troublesome and afraid of trouble, had not fully recovered when she was young. When she recovered, she had Acromantula as a stable supply, so naturally she did not waste time on the mysterious man's soul fragments for the sake of convenience.

"Let's go back to the tower." Luna drank the remaining Coca-Cola in a big gulp, threw it away, and said vaguely with a silent belch, "by the way, let's go and see how the rooster's egg was hatched by Leif. ”

The two stood up, and the seats turned into vines returned to their original shape.

"Well, I have to inform my father about what Lucius reported so that he can be prepared." Allen picked off a leaf from Luna's head, threw it to the ground and picked up the plastic bottle, "Muggle's It takes many years for plastic to degrade naturally, so don’t throw it away..."

In Hogsmeade, Ron was still waiting at the exit on the other side of the examination room. When he saw Harry raising his newly obtained license to him, he opened his mouth wide and shouted excitedly: "Harry, you did it! "

Harry looked back at Dumbledore, who was still in the examination room, and handed the license to Ron, who was even more excited than himself.

"Come on, let's go to Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer to celebrate." Harry, who was infected by his friend's excitement, also decided to celebrate first, since modern Dumbledore couldn't leave anyway.

A few minutes later, the two little lions entered the Three Broomsticks. Due to the Apparition exam, the tavern was more crowded and noisy than usual, warm and smoky. Ms. Rosmerta was taking care of a group of people at the busiest table in the hall. A chattering witch.

Harry and Ron walked to the back of the room, where there was a small table empty near the fireplace. After occupying a seat, Ron took the initiative to order at the bar, taking two large glasses of hot, foaming butterbeer and a small glass of hot butterbeer. When Basket of Snacks came back this semester, his financial situation was much better than before.

Harry and Ron clinked their glasses, raised his big glass and took a big sip. Then their eyes were involuntarily attracted to the liveliest place in the hall, not just them, but actually the wizard in the bar. Their eyes almost always stayed there. When more than a dozen witches gathered together, no matter whether they were all beautiful enough, it was already difficult for the wizards not to be attracted to them.

The wine glass that Harry placed on his lips suddenly stopped. He elbowed Ron and said, "Why is Ginny here?"

Ginny's red curly hair was particularly obvious in the crowd. Ron also put down his wine glass, looked at it and said: "She was pulled over by Lavender. The witches who admired Professor Trelawney made an appointment to gather here. .

The one among them, surrounded by stars like a moon, was Professor Sybil Trelawney, the professor of divination. Her cheeks were red, and she held up an empty wine glass and asked the waiter Cheryl: "Cheryl, give me more." Have a glass of sherry."

"I'm so glad, Professor, that you like our wine." Cheryl took away the empty wine glass, but showed no intention of refilling it. "But as a loyal fan of yours, I must consider your health. This is already... You're on your seventh glass of wine."

"I'm very happy today. These are all good girls who support my classes and courses." Professor Trelawney held his head high, "There are many little wizards in the school who are not smart enough and like to take the lessons of that old horse. Sorry, it's a horse." Man...I asked him...the conversation between the prophets...didn't he feel the faint vibration before the disaster? But he seemed to think I was funny. Yes, funny! He knows nothing about divination prophecies!"

"Professor, we always enjoy your classes." Lavender Brown sat next to Professor Trelawney and said with admiration and hatred, "That centaur can't compare to you. Your divination has been tested." Well recognized by the audience.”

Ginny gave her a helpless look and wanted to know when school started. When Lavender knew that Firenze was not responsible for the sixth graders, she was depressed for a long time.

"That horse probably heard from others that I didn't inherit my great-great-grandmother's talent. These rumors have been spread by jealous people for several years. But if I don't prove my ability to Dumbledore, he will let me stay in the Hall. Would someone who teaches at Gwarts, one of the best schools in the world, have so much faith in me all these years? If I had not proven my ability, would the audience have so much recognition for me and would my show have such high ratings?" The sounds made by Sybil's exaggerated ornaments as she spoke matched her anger.

The witches around her nodded vigorously, lest it not be enough to make Trelawney realize that they had her full support.

Professor Trelawney's drunken voice became much louder: "I clearly remember Dumbledore's first interview with me, in the Hog's Head Bar... I must admit that at first I thought he didn't seem to have a good impression of divination, but later……"

Harry pricked up his ears and listened carefully, because he knew what happened at that time. Professor Trelawney made the prophecy that changed his life experience.

"But then we were rudely interrupted by Severus Snape." Trelawney turned the bead chain on his wrist angrily, "There was a commotion outside the door. Snape was standing outside the door talking nonsense. , said he went up the wrong stairs, but I suspect he was caught eavesdropping on Dumbledore's interview with me, and he was also looking for a job at the time, no doubt trying to gain some experience... Well, after that, you guys Yes, Dumbledore seemed willing to give me a job. I couldn't help but think that it was because he admired my unpretentious style and calm talent, unlike that self-righteous and aggressive young man who hid and eavesdropped through the keyhole. A stark contrast…”

Harry couldn't hear Trelawney's next words at all. His face was pale and he sat there motionless. Wave after wave of shock hit him, one after another, drowning everything. , the only thing left that he had never known before was that Snape overheard the prophecy, it was Snape who told Voldemort the news of the prophecy, and it was Snape and Peter Pettigrew who asked Voldemort to hunt down Lily, James and their son.

"I have to find Dumbledore." Harry was so numb to Ron that his voice changed tone. He stood up suddenly, knocked over the table, and ran out of the Three Broomsticks pub without hesitation, filled with anger and hatred. He was fighting with shock and excitement in his heart, so much so that he completely forgot that Dumbledore was in the Hogsmeade examination room and ran towards the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.