Hogwarts Everything is Three

Perhaps all the good weather was consumed during the summer vacation. The night before school started, it was raining heavily.

The raindrops slammed on the roof, mixed with the screams and groans of a gust of wind.

The people in the room were very busy, half of the packed boxes were spread out on the ground, and inside were stacked the things the school had notified to bring.

Miranda Gorschak, the youngest of the nine sisters in the poor Gorschak’s family, was placed at the top of the book "Standard Mantra, Level 4" written by him after becoming a mantra writer. In addition to this, there is a new quill pen, twelve rolls of parchment; and the things he needs to add in the raw material box for making potions——

But at this moment, Allen was in a daze facing several robe dresses.

"Mom, are you sure this is for me to take to school, not for a palace dinner?" Alan looked at the purple velvet robe with white frills, and couldn't laugh or cry.

"This is a dress gown!" Morgan Le Fay had obviously misunderstood Alan's meaning. "The list issued by your school says that you should prepare a dress gown this year...that's the gown for formal occasions."

"Mom, of course I know that I wear a formal dress, but this one is too exaggerated." Alan looked at his mother suspiciously. He had reason to suspect that his mother must have a lot of other dresses.

Sure enough, Morgan Le Fay brought in several dresses of different colors from outside the door.

"This is a very popular palace style recently!" Morgan Le Fayy handed Alan the same dark green.

"This is the popular palace style a hundred years ago." Allen, who refuted his mother but dared not say it in person, could only shake his head again and again, resolutely not accepting: "I think H94 is more suitable for dance parties than them."

"Okay." Mrs. Harris put away the robes with regret. "Then, there is another black one. You will definitely like it."

Allen looked at Morgan Le Fay suspiciously.

"Although this one is quite satisfactory, it should meet your requirements. What is it like to wear H94?"

Compared with the first few pieces, the clothes that Mrs. Harris took out again can almost be described as simple, but the clothes are all hand-made, exquisite workmanship, stitch by stitch, meticulously crafted, and integrated. To the touch, the comfortable feeling penetrated every cell of the body almost instantaneously.

Allen took it silently, folded it neatly, and put it in the box.

Morgan Le Fay smiled, holding a few other disliked dresses, and left the room-she had known her son's preference and she deliberately took a few exaggerated dresses first, so that Allen could quickly accept this one. ....

When Alan woke up the next morning, the heavy rain was still pounding on the window.

At Morgan Le Fay's insistence, he had to return to the room and put on another sweater.

But he has been paying attention to the information from the Ministry of Magic. Allen is extremely strange. According to his memory, at least at this time, news of Moody's accident should be heard?

Why is there no movement at all?

What happened to this?

Allen wandered, still did not tell Mr. Harris that Moody might be impersonated by Little Crouch.

He decided to meet the Moody at school and talk about it after confirming the truth.

"It's almost time, you have to go quickly-I wish you all the best this semester, children." Morgan Le Fayy said to Ellen, Hermione and Luna as he put a cloak on Hermione's On the shoulder, "Honey, you wear too little."

When the three apparitions moved to King's Cross Station, the rain poured over them head and head.

Allen immediately took out the umbrella, nevertheless, they were soaked as they walked through the busy street with the suitcase, walked into the station, through the wall, and boarded the 9? platform.

For Allen, boarding the Hogwarts Express is already a familiar thing.

But the feeling this year is very different from previous years.

The Hogwarts Express stopped there. It was a crimson steam locomotive, emitting thick smoke.

Looking through the dense smoke, many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform seemed to be dark ghosts.

When Allen walked in, these ghosts rolled over immediately.

"Look, Alan Harris." An extremely excited child voice sounded.

"Alan Harris! Where is it?"

"Is that Ellen?"

The heads of people on the platform were moving, everyone looked at him, hoping to see his appearance.

Allen struggled through the enthusiastic crowd, boarded the train, and started looking for a seat. Soon, they moved their luggage into a box on the train.

The piston of the engine hissed loudly and the train moved.

"Tell us what happened at Hogwarts! What regulations did they change?"

The dense raindrops were crackling on the glass windows, and even so, the screams from outside could be heard clearly.

The twins of the Weasley family.

Allen knew exactly what they were asking, and another person knew.

"Ha, you don't even know?" A prolonged tone sounded.

"Are you eavesdropping on us?" Ron's voice rang out.

"You yell so loudly, don't you need to overhear?" Draco Malfoy yelled disdainfully.

"However, you will definitely participate. After all, one is a poor ghost and lacks money; one, never let go of the opportunity to show off." Malfoy let out a string of ridicules, his two with Bancrab and Gore also smirked ~www.ltnovel.com~ his voice was harsh and harsh.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad and your brother both work in the Ministry of Magic, you don't know? My goodness, my dad told me a long time ago... I heard Mr. Owen Harris. Anyway, all my dad contacts High-level figures in the Ministry...probably your father is too low-level to know, Weasley...yes, yes... they probably never talk about important topics in front of him..."

Malfoy laughed loudly again.

Allen stood up and opened the box door. "Draco, I told you before, you have forgotten the one you have a crush on?"

Malfoy's laughter stopped abruptly. He narrowed his smile, straightened his body, and stood beside Alan.

"Ha, Malfoy, are you now a follower of Alan, a running dog for others?" Ron also prolonged his voice and exclaimed, "That's good, Alan is so famous now, be his dog You are really suitable."

"Ron, Alan is helping us." Harry heard Alan's name and said something fair, which also made Alan give up his refutation of Ron's provocative behavior.

But Harry was also quite sad. Once, he had a close relationship with Ellen like Malfoy.

Ron stood up, walked into the empty box next to him, and closed the box door fiercely. He used too much force and the glass on the door was smashed.

The train kept going north, and the rain was getting heavier and harder. The sky was pitch black and the car windows were covered with water vapor, so the lanterns were also lit during the day. Hey, the trolley for lunch was pushed down the aisle, and Allen bought a large stack of crucible-shaped cakes for everyone to share.