Hogwarts Everything is Three

When Harry left the principal's room, the morning sun had already slanted through the wide window and shot into Hogwarts Castle. Harry looked back at the principal's room, thinking of the stunned look on Dumbledore’s face just now, and hastily. As he hurriedly headed to the Order of the Phoenix, he couldn't help but shook his head--whether he was the only person Dumbledore said could defeat Voldemort, it was great that Alan was still alive.

When Harry walked into the auditorium, all the teachers and students had already gathered in the auditorium. Today, they all received a special notice—no class today, but to watch the latest news from the TV station in the auditorium.

Although the furnished auditorium is still immersed in the aroma of food, the wizards’ eyes are focused on the giant TV screen in the middle of the auditorium. No matter which angle the students sit at, they can clearly see the TV program-this is Temporarily disassembled and transported from the Quidditch pitch.

Ron on the long Gryffindor table saw Harry and stood up excitedly, waving his hands desperately to make Harry sit down quickly. The professors were also in place on time like the opening ceremony, but the chair dedicated to the principal was empty, and Umbridge had not been seen for a long time. The members of the special investigation team she formed were all exploring their brains. Looking for her trace.

But when they heard others talking about Umbridge, they would still come forward to stop it, or even deduct points. But this is useless, as long as they walk away, everyone will continue to talk in whispers. While the little wizards were carrying out 1000 kinds of guesses about why Umbridge did not come to the meeting, they looked around vigilantly, for fear that the special investigation team or even Umbridge would appear beside them.

Harry sat briskly next to Ron, picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You look hungry." Ron quickly poured a glass of milk and put it in front of Harry.

"Yes," Harry said vaguely, having recovered his appetite.

Ron watched Harry gulping, and couldn't help asking again and again, "Harry, why have you been in the principal's office for so long? What did Dumbledore say to you? How is Sirius? "

"Said a lot, Sirius is fine..." As Harry swallowed the food and wanted to tell Ron in detail, Professor McGonagall stood up.

She pressed her hands down to signal everyone to be quiet. Everyone looked at Professor McGonagall, and Professor McGonagall’s voice resounded through the auditorium: "First of all, we must tell everyone a good news. Our principal Dumbledore will be very happy. Come back to us soon. He will restore the position of headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As for the reason, you will know by watching today’s news carefully."

Her voice fell, and the auditorium burst into thunderous applause. Everyone was excited, cheering, and the twin brothers on the Gryffindor table even blew the whistle—Dumbledore’s return meant that they finally Get rid of Umbridge's white repressive rule. Even the teachers on the staff bench raised their glasses to celebrate Umbridge's departure and Dumbledore's return.

Professor McGonagall sat back in his seat, but her simple explanation aroused greater interest in the teachers and students, with greater enthusiasm and expectations for the news.

The familiar news prelude melody sounded, but the host is not the Furong that everyone has always known and loved, but an unfamiliar short-haired capable witch. The news headline displayed at the bottom of the screen is very eye-catching, which immediately attracted the attention of wizards-Mysterious Man Return.

"There was a riot in the Ministry of Magic last night." The hostess's slightly cold voice resounded through the auditorium, which was as quiet as listening to the principal's speech.

On the TV, in the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic, various spells burst into the air and intertwined, and the Aurors neatly and orderly confronted the Death Eaters. They appeared lean and tough in uniform uniforms. They cooperated with the eight-eyed spiders and giants, beating the Death Eaters so that they could only evade quickly. Some Death Eaters who were not reacting quickly were picked up by the dense eight-eyed giant spiders that suddenly appeared, and clicked and clicked. 'S voice sounded, flesh and blood flew, the Death Eaters were caught in two and fell to the ground, their legs still kicking weakly. The appearance of the bald giant made these Death Eaters frightened, and they looked at this big guy who could even ignore the Killing Curse.

These uniformed Aurors were full of momentum, and under their attack, the Death Eaters looked very embarrassed, and their appearance was rather pitiful for the rest of their lives, even a bit miserable. Seeing this, the little wizards of Hogwarts felt that the Auror was a very prestigious profession. They were well-dressed and tactically well-dressed. They gave a very powerful impression. These Death Eaters who now seem a bit mob would inevitably be roped. To the law.

When the spider witch Penello appeared on the camera with that huge wand, the little wizards in Hogwarts were stunned. Not only was Penello turned into the Animagus who was a magical creature, Hermione also completed the transformation of the Lionhead and Helicopter.

"This is so cool!" Li Qiaodan stared at the two majestic magic Animagus on the TV, and muttered admiringly.

"Draco, after you went to Durmstrang as an exchange student with him, you became Animagus when you came back. Did Alan Harris master the skills to transform into Animagus? "Pancey Parkinson asked, unable to restrain his curiosity.

The other wizards sitting on the long Slytherin table quietly pricked their ears, waiting for Malfoy's answer.

However, the hostess interrupted their conversation and diverted their attention. I saw the hostess face solemnly telling many people that they had refused to accept the bad news for a semester: "The person who didn't even say his name is back."

When Voldemort's flat face without a nose was shown on TV in close-up on the video, there was chaos in the Hogwarts Auditorium, a gasp of air-conditioning, the sound of falling cups and plates, and terrified screams. After making a ball, the auditorium instantly agitated like boiling water, and the mysterious man really returned.

After a short restlessness, there was a deathly silence. Although some wizards who were born in Muggles had heard of mysterious people, they did not really understand why they were so afraid, but they had not experienced the first wizarding war. This kind of panic was constantly accumulating in the air, and no one dared to speak to break the silence.

The wizards who knew about those years knew the horror of the person in front of them. His return meant that the war would start again, that it would mean death, and that the peace and happiness that had been there would be gone...

Thick black smoke rolled around the mysterious man, and as soon as the green light flashed, the bald giant that was astonishing and lethal before fell directly to the ground and died silently. At the place where the mysterious man’s finger pointed, those evil flames burst out from the ground, enveloping the Aurors who were too late to escape, the powerful and capable Aurors rolled and wailed...The mysterious man passed by with invincibility. Wherever, death enveloped the monsters and wizards like a shadow, and the eight-eyed giant spiders that appeared in the room spread to the sides like a tide, as if from an enemy to a mysterious man’s subordinates, making way for him One channel.

Shrill screams of horror sounded in all corners of the auditorium, and panic spread and piled up in the auditorium. Wizards who had never faced death directly, seeing this scene in front of them, even if they were not on the spot, they could feel the fear of death. With the fear that came, some timid witches and even professors dared not look anymore, covering their faces, but the sorrowful wailing of the burnt wizards echoed in their ears, which was simply a nightmare.

But as if it was just the darkness before dawn, in front of the high arch, Alan Harris' confident facial close-up appeared on the TV screen, and he proposed to have a fair one-on-one duel with Voldemort.

The auditorium is like tumbling hot water, and instantly becomes restless. Even if he is the best student ever at Hogwarts, the champion of the Goblet of Fire, the best seeker in the world, that doesn’t mean he can Fight against the most terrifying mysterious man in the world today.

Everyone’s gaze patrolled the long table and the professor’s seat at Ravenclaw, and found that Alan Harris was not there. Many wizards in the school who had made friends with Allen couldn’t help being a little worried, and some worried themselves. The clothes on his chest and the Muggle-born wizard had already made prayers, and the tears of some emotionally fragile little witches and a few little witches had rolled in their eyes.

As Allen walked around the field for a week, blue flames rose, like huge jumping notes dancing around the high platform.

"Grindelwald's spell! This magic almost destroyed the entire Paris!" When Grindelwald initiated the reform period, some relatives in France died because of this magic and several little wizards of pure blood origin recognized. This magic—although most of the other pure-blooded little wizards and other mixed-blood and Muggle-born classmates were at a loss about it.

In the middle of this high platform, the green glowing from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and the crackling lightning converging at the port of Allen's wand, made the entire Hogwarts hall extremely quiet, and everyone held their breath. The spells flew and exploded, and they saw that many wizards were killed by their overflowing spells because they were too close. They could imagine what kind of chilling magical power would burst out of them.

Ron was a little stunned and said to Harry who was shocked even if he saw it once, "I thought that the legends about ancient spells in the history of magic were just talking about it, but I didn't expect that someone could use it..."

The silence in the auditorium was broken when the infernal fiend summoned by Allen was caught motionless between Allen and Voldemort.

"Alan summoned the devil Bayer?"

"No, but Voldemort is using the Exile Curse to fight for the control of this Hell Fiend."

"If you hesitate, you will lose. Alan must never lose!"

There was a restlessness in the auditorium~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although there was no action between Alan and Voldemort at this time, the undercurrents between them were raging, far more dangerous than the fierce fight that just seemed to be fierce.

Everyone is staring at the screen, some are leaning on friends around them, and some are holding their fists under their chins. At this time, even Ron, who is not dealing with Alan, has forgotten his hostility towards him. , I can’t help but squeeze this sweat for Allen-it’s nothing compared to the harm that Voldemort brings to the wizarding world. Ron’s mother Molly Prewitt’s brother and several close relatives , Was killed by the Death Eaters in the First Wizarding War.

After a while, a huge explosion sounded from the TV. The deep fiend exploded, and the wizard robe on Voldemort became tattered, revealing some tree-like burns caused by Ellen’s lightning magic. The picture afterwards was directly edited into Voldemort's panic in cold sweat. When he pulled out the ring of fire and prepared to take Bella away, suddenly, the wizards in the auditorium screamed, and the roof of the auditorium seemed to be lifted by this sudden burst of cheers. Turned over, amidst the stormy cheers, the emotional wizards vigorously waved their hands, slapped their hands, screamed, jumped, and vented their emotions.

They hugged and celebrated this rare victory with the people around them, and others patted their chests to calm their excitement. At this time, in the hearts of the little wizards, the joy of hearing that Dumbledore was about to return was replaced by witnessing the birth of a new savior. They could not see whether Harry Potter was the savior, it was just a legend. , And Allen actually beat the mysterious man away in front of them.

Alan Harris is now the true savior in the hearts of most British wizards.