Hogwarts Everything is Three

"I have to say, Ellen, you are lucky. In places like Azkaban, except for prisoners, there are dementors." Albert recalled.

"We, Auror, are the only Ministry of Magic members who frequent Azkaban Prison except for the high officials who can patrol and visit. Because Auror is responsible for escorting these prisoners to Azkaban. But no one wants this job. Go, only Aurors with a weak background and low ability will be sent."

Albert chuckled. Allen could understand that there is an unspoken rule in all walks of life. Newcomers, honest people without backgrounds, and people with poor ability are all at the bottom of the industry, and they are destined to be in those units. Tired, unpopular work.

"If it weren't for too many troublemakers last time, and only those Aurors were too busy, I wouldn't go to the place full of despair in Azkaban." Albert stood up. Say goodbye to Alan.

He has a lot of authority now, but at the same time, he has more responsibilities and he gets busier at work. Although he enjoyed this feeling of fulfillment, he did not dare to take it lightly and fulfilled his duties with due diligence.

Allen also went to the spell class classroom, and Allen had mastered the spell of Flying Curse, and he expertly assisted Professor Flitwick in correcting the pronunciation of the little wizards.

"Ellen, the Slytherins were sneaky this morning and don't know what to do. But I heard Malfoy mention your name."

When Allen threw a thick dictionary at Michael, Michael did not notice because of the reminder.

"Ouch!" Michael cried out painfully, and the dictionary slammed on his head.

"Seriously! Michael." Professor Flitwick frowned. He had noticed Michael's distraction just now, but now he just reminded the other party that he did not deduct points from his college.

Rubbing his head, Michael didn't dare to say more, and focused on practicing.

All kinds of books and stationery flew around in the classroom, and then the sound of falling poundingly was endless.

The little wizards of Ravenclaw were still discussing how to successfully put their names into the Goblet of Fire a few minutes before the class, and now they have been fully engaged in the practice of group training for the flying spell.

Because all the little wizards who can successfully master the flying curse before the end of get out of class can avoid writing the thesis arranged by Professor Flitwick.

Although the difficulty of the Flying Curse is not small, at the end of the class, except for Alan, most of the little wizards who joined the training class received this homework-free award-they had treated this magic in the previous training. The curse has been practiced many times.

After Allen helped Professor Flitwick organize the classroom, he saw Ms. Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw, when he went out.

Ms. Gray floated over in an extremely elegant posture, her hands folded under her belly, like a princess.

When she saw Alan, she nodded blankly, stared at Alan for a while, and floated past Alan without looking back.

"Why does Ms. Gray just nod to you and stare at you? Is it because you are the best little wizard at Hogwarts?" Michael touched his chin, and felt that what he was guessing was the truth.

Allen smiled slightly and said nothing. It was clear to him that except for Pippi, all the ghosts in the castle had been ordered by Dumbledore to observe Professor Moody's every move.

Ms. Gray nodded, indicating that Moody's had successfully put the parchment with Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire.

Just when Alan had reached the corner of the stairs, Malfoy hurried upstairs with Gore and Crabbe.

Seeing Ellen, Draco Malfoy stopped him excitedly, "Ellen!"

"Draco, did you pick up a big bag of Ginger?" Happiness can be contagious. Seeing Malfoy's beauty, Allen couldn't help joking.

"Go to the cafeteria, and you'll see." Draco urged.

Malfoy's two Gregory Gore and Vincent Crabbe panted, silly.

Thinking of Michael's words in class just now, Alan's curiosity was really mobilized.

Perhaps because there were wizards from other schools as guests, the house elves of Hogwarts did their best to prepare extremely rich food. However, the minds of the little wizards were not at all on the food that exuded alluring aromas, and their eyes were all attracted by the goblet of fire in the center of the hall.

The cup is placed in the center of the hall, on the stool where the sorting hat is usually placed. A thin gold line was drawn on the floor with a radius of ten feet, enclosing the cup.

Some of the little wizards of Slytherin College lined up neatly on both sides of the aisle. Seeing Alan behind Draco, as if they had rehearsed countless times, they raised their wands neatly and tapped them on the left shoulder. A little bit, a wizard ceremony was performed.

Although Alan was a little inexplicable, he quickly returned the gift to maintain his etiquette-Draco's expression was full of unconcealable joy, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that pure blood should be like Alan.

And the other Slytherins, whether because of the elders' reminders during the summer vacation, or because of the Harris family's influence in the Ministry of Magic, are willing to make friends with Allen.

Not to mention, the special charm that Ellen, who is already very temperamental, exudes after taking the attribute potion, makes people willingly want to associate with him.

"Who can tell me, what are you doing?" Dumbledore's voice came, and behind him stood the principals of the other two magic schools.

Allen watched the changes quietly and didn't even start. Malfoy stood up and explained. Since graduating from Marcus, who always repeats, Malfoy has become the leader of Slytherin.

"Principal, we Slytherin agree that Alan Harris has the strength to represent Hogwarts, and only he can bring us the greatest glory. Therefore, we asked Slytherin who is 17 years old to write The parchment of Allen's name was thrown in."

Draco Malfoy was neither humble nor overbearing, but his words immediately angered Igor Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang behind Dumbledore.

"Cheating, this is a shameful act of cheating." Karkaroff yelled so much that he forgot to use the usual sweet fake sound.

"No, we didn't cheat, and the rules of the game registration didn't say that others can't vote on behalf of you!" Malfoy was calm, UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't panic because the other party was the principal.

"The rules are indeed not stated, but it is a shameful act to do so! It's not fair, Dumbledore." Karkaroff looked almost annoyed, showing yellow rotten teeth when he shouted, and his eyes were cold and sharp. Staring at the Slytherins, his skinny face flushed red. In fact, he had countless ridicules to express, but as long as he thought of the Auror who was staring at him, the family power of Allen, Karkaroff could only Those words that couldn't be heard were swallowed back.

"Actually, if I want to enter the Goblet of Fire, I don't need such a big battle at all." Allen raised his wand and pointed it at the Goblet of Fire.

Allen raised his arm and tapped his magic wand against the parchment in his hand. The parchment flew up quickly, stopped for a few seconds on the age line, and then flew straight into the goblet of fire.

"I think your own settings have loopholes, so you can't blame others for taking advantage of the loopholes." Allen said loudly.

At this moment, Mrs. Olim Maxim, the principal of Boothbarton, her black and watery eyes and her olive-colored face with her hair combed behind her head did not fully maintain her usual elegance—her expression. It’s hard to see that when such a powerful confusing spell is cast at such a young age, I am afraid that the entire magic world can do no more than one hand, not to mention that Allen has used the spell to cast silently and silently.

"It seems that Alan Harris is not only an excellent Quidditch player, but also very powerful in his control of the spell! This is definitely a strong opponent." Wrapped in a black satin dress from head to toe, Mrs. Maxim, who wore many luxurious opals, secretly thought.

And Albus Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts, nodded at Allen insignificantly.