Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Draco, how do you think you behaved today?" Alan narrowed his eyes and focused his attention on Malfoy's expression.

"I was too unlucky today..." Malfoy unconsciously put his hand on the moon of his Highness.

"Character determines destiny, and destiny reacts to character. Draco, maybe you should grow up." Allen said.

"Growing up?" Malfoy looked surprised.

"A total of four of us came here today, and only you have encountered..." Seeing the embarrassment on Malfoy's face, Alan thoughtfully did not continue to describe, "You are not acting like an heir to an ancient pure-blooded family. Looks like I didn't see the shrewdness of Slytherin either."

"At Hogwarts, most of the entanglements between you and Harry and Ron ended up in your failure. Haven't you thought about the reason?" Allen stared at Malfoy.

Malfoy thought of his bet against Allen in the Quidditch match. That bet almost made him fly around Hogwarts, and while flying, he called out that he had a crush on Potter and was jealous of the poor Weasley.

Malfoy's face flushed red, but he didn't try to refute it for the first time as usual. He was not a Gryffindor, and he chose to listen carefully at this time.

"The wizarding world is about to reappear. If you can't grow quickly and remain so reckless, I'm afraid that time will not only kill yourself, but also your family and friends." Allen said sternly.

"Smoke of gunpowder again?" Malfoy grasped the key word sensitively.

"Yes, Voldemort will rise again, but it will certainly fail. I think the situation in your family is very dangerous, especially when Uncle Lucius destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux and your heir is so childish. "Allen said calmly.

When he heard Voldemort's name and his father had broken the other party's things, Malfoy shrank, but he leaned forward slightly, looking at Ellen eagerly.

"For the next semester's training, you need more detailed and targeted exercises. For example, the tempering of the mind, such as the practice of Occlumency." Allen made the decision directly, and Malfoy nodded repeatedly.

"Uncle Lucius, as the patriarch of the ancient pure-blood family, must know Occlumency, you can ask him for advice. Not only you, but your father and mother should continue to practice Occlumency. Trust me, learn Occlumency. The technique is very necessary, especially when facing the master of panic-Voldemort." Allen increased his tone.

Malfoy nodded gravely, his expression stern. Upon seeing this, Allen strengthened his determination to train him at the beginning of school.

At this moment, Luna, Hermione and Monica came out.

Allen got up from the high chair sofa, and in a moment, the sun flooded his whole body.

"Oh my God!" Monica suddenly became excited. "You are Alan Harris!"

Allen smiled and nodded. He was curious about why the female boss was full of his posters but didn’t react much to seeing him in person—it just didn’t recognize...

"My brother Rose likes you very much. He thinks you are the dark horse of the World Cup. He is a big fan of yours! He is not there because he went to see your finals. If we could take photos together, he would be jealous. Mine." Monica suddenly giggled.

A small camera suddenly appeared in Luna's hand, and Monica looked like she wanted to rush to kiss her.

After Allen promised that the party would sign her name on the photo, he directly signed a few additional names for the other party on the book. Monica seemed calmer now, and she carefully placed it in a drawer.

The female owner of the cake shop clapped her hands and happily took Hermione and Luna to the kitchen to make many delicate and weird cakes.

There is no doubt that the exquisite shapes are from Monica and Hermione, and the strange shapes are from Luna.

However, all the cakes are obviously praised by Mrs. Harris because of the excellent local cheese. Although Emily did not speak, it is not difficult to judge from her mouthful actions, her love for these cakes.

"Penello is really a nice girl, Allen." Owen put down his fork and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly, but he glanced at his little son to see if he had successfully puffed his appetite.

Allen was really interested, put down the cake, and looked at his father.

"Last night, those veteran Aurors did not perform as fast, united and efficient as Albert. They felt very embarrassed and decided that there was a conspiracy, but they could not get Scrimgeour's support... Ah Thank you, dear!" Mr. Harris took the black tea from Mrs. Harris, and then continued: "They are not convinced."

Morgan Le Fay sat gently beside his husband.

"The crazy-eyed man Alastor Moody took the initiative to challenge Albert, wanting to prove their strength, and kept claiming that Albert's style is a tricky way." Said this, Owen couldn't help but wrinkle. Frowned.

"Nonsense!" Morgan Le Fay was angry.

Owen patted her hand, "Albert is also good, he can keep his breath, after all, defeating Moody is not much good for him. If I say, Penello is really a clever girl. At this juncture, stand up and take the initiative."

"She and Moody had long been at odds." Renn calmly analyzed.

"Anyway, this girl is also very strong. A drowning technique successfully made Moody embarrassed and successfully made him fall to the ground and coughed for a few minutes. The stubborn guy Moody thought she was using black Magic, the regular duel is definitely inferior to him, and when the spell is lifted, he clamors for a re-test." Mr. Owen paused.

Everyone's eyes were on the patriarch of the Harris family.

"Penello is also very hard-spirited. Not only did he agree to Moody's request, but also flexibly used the coma, petrification, and disarming spells to bombard in turn. Moody only successfully cast an iron armor curse at the beginning~www.ltnovel.com ~I never had a chance to cast a second spell and I was defeated again." Irving thought of Moody's gray and incredible face under Penello's series of routine spells, and couldn't help laughing. Come.

"Despite repeated failures, Moody was still not convinced. So Penello gave Moody another chance. For the third time, Penello didn't even use the spell of direct attack, taking advantage of the opponent's emotions. Unstable, the apparition directly moved in front of him, quickly out of the leg, and kicked off Moody’s crutches and right leg. When Moody fell, he hit Penello’s deliberately elevated knee and made Moody’s forehead himself When he hit it, he fainted for more than an hour. Those veteran Aurors stopped making a sound in dismay."

Mr. Harris was full of praise for Penello. Penello was proud to defeat the veteran Auror as an Auror reserve.

"Moody's has no face to stay in the Aurors anymore. He was so hurt that he asked Scrimgeour to resign because he wanted to go to Hogwarts in advance to prepare a lesson plan." Owen thought this crazy-eyed man was also stupid and cute. I actually thought of this trick to escape.

"Dad, aren't you working overtime? Why—" Allen blinked and asked.

"These veteran Aurors are the biggest resistance to Auror's reform. After this incident, they have no room to speak. I came back on purpose to tell you this, and I will leave after dinner." Looking at Ellen and the others with a bleak look, he suddenly smiled openly.

"Next semester, there will be a happy event at Hogwarts. I still have something to do. You can ask mom for details."

With that said, Irving ignored the curious eyes of Emily, who was puffed up by him at the end, and picked up the briefcase, apparated and disappeared without a trace.