Hogwarts Everything is Three

Allen summoned Maggie the house elf.

Maggie appeared in front of Sirius in a neat and clean uniform, as beautiful as a little angel-at least compared with other house elves, looked at Alan tenderly and bowed.

Sirius couldn't help but think of his own Kreacher, who is also an elf, why is the gap so big?

"Maggie, move these books to that room in Aunt Josephine's manor and come back to see me for my life." Allen said softly, touching Maggie's head.

Maggie blinked her big wet eyes, understood it, and immediately turned into a book porter.

"Well, let's go to the second room." Black looked at Maggie who was working hard, and left this room with a complicated mood.

Upon entering the door, the huge boxes were neatly stacked.

I opened a box casually, and it was shiny.

If he hadn't seen such a situation before, Alan would probably be dazzled by gold coins and lose his temper in front of Black.

Blake looked at Alan who was still calm in surprise, and was surprised.

At a young age, in the face of money, he was calm and unhurried, with extraordinary tolerance.

Boxes of different specifications filled the room with Jin Jialong from various eras.

The historical value of the Jin Jialong in some boxes has far exceeded the amount it represents.

"Now, they are yours." Black smiled and said, he admired Alan's performance just now.

For Allen, who has the Philosopher's Stone, he really doesn't care about these gold coins.

What's more, the treasures obtained in Clark Manor are many times more precious and rare than these.

However, Allen nodded and said, "Okay, now they are mine."

Black turned to leave, but Allen stopped him again.

"Black, in order to thank you for keeping your promise and for our victory this time, I will give you these gold coins."

Blake was astonished. Someone would give up such a large fortune. Could it be that Alan was young and did not know the charm of money: "Allen, such a large fortune can support you to do a lot. Thing. It can help you climb to the pinnacle of life in any area of ​​the magic world."

"Of course I know, Mr. Black, but I believe that it is not difficult to get the money with my own ability." Allen said with confidence, but it made Black feel that his words were not impulsive. It is true.

After a pause, Allen persuaded: "Mr. Black, think about Harry. Although he has the property left by his parents, the amount is not enough to support his future life as an adult. You don't want to. Do you provide the best living environment for Harry? Don't you want to pave the way for him?"

Speaking of Harry, Blake was silent for a while, and sincerely thanked Allen: "Well, thank you for your generosity. If you need it in the future, you can come here anytime and take them away."

With the support of these funds, life for him and Harry will be much easier in the future.

After all, few people can resist the charm of capital-even if Sirius is disgusted with his family, he still has to admit that he is not a master who can work for others with peace of mind. This also relieved him: " It is impossible to work part-time. It is impossible to work part-time in this life. You can't do business, and only relying on the inheritance of the family can you maintain a life like..."

Without a trace of nostalgia, Allen walked out of this room first.

The last room is also the room that Allen is looking forward to most-the room where he stores the antiques.

Rows of Duobaoge are displayed in this room.

After going out for those amazingly big jewels, Alan also saw all kinds of unknown materials-well, stone!

It looks like a gloomy portrait, a liquid with a weird color and an unclear effect, an evil and hideous mask, it looks like a skull carved with wax, various gears, machinery, and equipment with unknown functions...

In some transparent jars, Allen also saw the well-preserved and still **** heart, the still tender and juicy brain and eyeballs.

These organs all look like human beings!

Allen doesn't understand what kind of hobby this is, and wants to cherish these things here.

Could these treasured organs come from which famous wizard?

It's like the Muggle world saved Einstein's brain?

Sirius noticed Alan's eyes and shrugged, "I don't understand this, maybe some boring elder collected it."

With the elders who cut off the elves' heads and hung them on the wall, Black felt that there was nothing more frightening in the world.

While Alan was still looking at these dark wizard collections full of eerie and horror, Maggie appeared in front of him.

The elf's face was flushed, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. After bowing deeply to Ellen, she looked at Ellen expectantly.

"Maggie, the action is so fast, it's hard work. I also ask you to move the collection of this room to that room in the manor." Allen gently wiped the sweat on Maggie's forehead, and said gently .

The little guy trembled with excitement. For a house elf, it is the happiest thing in the world to be praised by the owner and be treated kindly by the owner.

She immediately wanted to complete the task Allen assigned.

Allen hurriedly pulled her~www.ltnovel.com~ repeatedly urged: "Some collections in this may be dangerous, so be careful."

Maggie listened carefully to Allen's explanation, her eyes wet, her heart was full of touch, her eyes full of respect and trust when she looked at Allen.

Looking at this scene, Blake couldn't help but snorted. Look at the elves of other people's houses. Why doesn't his own Kreacher perform so well?

Happy house elves shuttled around the room, like a butterfly piercing through flowers, lighting up this gloomy and gloomy secret room.

Seeing that the other party was busy, Allen turned his head and continued to study the collections on the shelves.

"Ah!" Maggie screamed suddenly.

Then, the sound of metal falling to the ground reached Alan's ears.

The two wizards were shocked and hurried over to check.

Maggie doesn't look very good, but in fact she feels really bad.

She felt the torches flying above her head, dizzy like waves, wave after wave.

She wondered if she had left the ground, the objects in the entire room seemed to fly above her head.

She wanted to yell, but her voice choked in her throat.

Even the most gentle master was spinning in front of her.

Nevertheless, Maggie, who was dedicated to the owner, caught the panic and worry in Allen's eyes.

She wanted to speak and comfort Alan, but she couldn't make any sound. She can't even control her limbs anymore.

Allen looked at the culprit who fell to the ground, a quaint hand and half sword.

Allen used a floating spell to make the sword hover in front of him and look carefully.

Allen's gaze focused on a small device under the handle-the pogo pin.