All things are three at Hogwarts

"I really wish I was still in school at Hogwarts! Alan, remember to get me an autograph from Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart!" Daisy suddenly warned Alan, her eyes shining brightly.

"I want it too, five! No, ten signatures!" At this moment, Mrs. Harris was like an underage fan girl.

"Okay, even a hundred is no problem." In Allen's impression, Gilderoy Harlot would not give up any opportunity to promote himself, and was especially keen on signing autographs.

Lunn on the side was respectfully and excitedly chatting with Fudge. In fact, Fudge might not be able to remember the name of an ordinary Ministry of Magic employee, but in Lunn's unobtrusive praise, he quickly called Lunn. The name and the expression are very pleasant. When Lunn wanted to please someone, it was always easy to do so.

Fudge originally wanted to leave after awarding the award, but this young man, Lunn, was really good at talking, especially beautiful words, and he ended up talking for a long time without realizing it.

Albert stood shyly next to the two people who were chatting enthusiastically. His character was more upright than Len. Now he simply did not look like a majestic, capable and free-spirited Auror.

Don't admit people when you're happy, don't let people talk when you're angry. This sentence makes perfect sense. Unlike the shrewd Lunn, the overjoyed Owen Harris kept inviting people to dinner after receiving the medal, promising a lot of food and wine!

Although Mrs. Morgan Le Fay, Owen's wife, was helpless at her husband's generosity when he was overjoyed, she wisely did not do anything to stop him. She could just celebrate it. She was so happy today, so why spoil it! She silently counted the number of people Mr. Harris was entertaining, and decided to invite everyone to have lunch at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, London.

Unlike Morgan le Fay, who was slightly dissatisfied, Allen, who was brought to Diagon Alley, was extremely satisfied with Mr. Harris's actions. He had already made plans to exchange some magic and Muggle money during the holidays. The world's currency, he could just take this opportunity to go to Gringotts to exchange for the gold crafts he made in his spare time.

After eating some delicious food, Alan held a huge ice cream sundae and asked his mother to go out for a walk. Mrs. Harris, who already knew something about her youngest son's strength and was deeply relieved, agreed without hesitation. She took out a small handful of gold galleons from the small bag she carried with her and gave it to Allen. Although Alan will soon have a large amount of money in his account, he happily took away the pocket money given by his mother.

Walking lightly and quickly on the white cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, Alan was in a very good mood. The third-level medal of Sir Merlin, which represented honor, had already been thrown into the storage space by him. Allen passed through the busy shops and soon came to a tall white building - Gringotts was here.

Stepping into the shiny bronze door, there stood an elf guard wearing scarlet and gold uniforms at the door, bowing to Allen, and Allen politely returned the greeting. Perhaps few people saluted this goblin guard, but he actually enthusiastically called a goblin for Allen to serve as a guide to guide Allen.

"My name is Nagnok. Dear guest, how can I help you?" The goblin named Nagnok bowed deeply, and his service attitude was beyond words.

"I need to exchange some gold products for magical world currency and Muggle currency." Alan said slowly and calmly, and it didn't look like it was his first time to exchange money at Gringotts.

"Okay, please follow me." Nagnok bowed respectfully and stretched out his hand to guide the way.

After passing through the second silver door and entering the spacious marble hall, about a hundred goblins sat behind the long counter and scribbled entries in the large ledger. Some use scales to weigh coins, while others use eyepieces to detect gems. Nagnok guided Allen to a counter against the wall, and Allen took out a few roses made of gold.

Later, Allen left Gringotts with a lot of money in his arms. "The pride of wizards is really everywhere. You can exchange gold galleons for pounds at will. Although there is an amount limit for the exchange of pounds for gold galleons, there is no limit on the exchange of items." There is no restriction on gold galleons, and Muggle money is not allowed to be exchanged directly, but as long as I am willing, I can avoid this loophole-filled rule by exchanging items." Allen stored the currencies in the storage space, while He complained while happily strolling around Diagon Alley.

No matter what kind of store it was, Allen would stop and explore, and just like that, it soon came to the meeting time agreed with Mrs. Harris. Alan quickly rushed back to the Leaky Cauldron.

At the same time, compared with Allen, who is free and wealthy, Harry is extremely pitiful. His Uncle Vernon knew some of the rules of the wizarding world because of Dobby's incident, and locked Harry in the bedroom. Not only did he find someone to put iron bars on Harry's windows, but he also installed a trap door on his bedroom door himself and sent a little food in three times a day. They let Harry out to use the toilet every morning and evening and locked him in the house the rest of the time. Harry couldn't think of a way out. He lay in bed watching the sun set behind the window grille, thinking sadly about his future fate, and was very desperate.

With money in mind, free time and mood, Alan was contentedly lying on the bed and counting his possessions. He suddenly thought that Harry also had a lot of gold coins in Gringotts. Thinking about it, Harry might be a little bit confused now. awful. After thinking about the plot, Allen decided to visit Harry tomorrow. After all, he was still his friend. It would be a good thing to help him when he was able.

Early the next morning, after passing the Floo Fan and taking the bus, Allen arrived at No. 4 Privet Drive. He used the wizard's robe to activate the Disillusionment Spell and observed signs of the owner of this house. Uncle Vernon and his family had just finished breakfast and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Petunia, just give that kid a bowl of canned soup. He will never want to go back to that ridiculous school, ever!" He warned Petunia again before setting off. Vernon opened the door and hummed a weird song. Little song, fly away. The invisible Allen seized this opportunity and slipped in as slippery as a fish.

Ellen followed Aunt Petunia to the bedroom belonging to Harry. The bedroom door was locked tightly, and there was a small trap door through which Aunt Petunia handed Harry the bowl of cooling soup.

"Petunia Dursley, even if James Potter acted like a jerk when your husband tried to make a friendly offer of a Muggle job because he didn't understand the wizarding world, you knew how to look after your sister. How much risk will you take for your children, but this is indeed too much." Allen saw this scene with his own eyes, which made him feel different from the novels or movies he had seen before, which made him very angry.

Not long after, Aunt Petunia also went out, and Dudley, who was full of food, took one of his toy assault rifles and went out to show off to Moken and the others.

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