Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Mr. Crouch, please go this way." Filch, wearing his old tuxedo, politely led Barty Crouch to a small conference room.

Crouch was depressed, with a pale yellow complexion, and wrinkles on his shriveled skin. He walked side by side with another Ministry of Magic official who was in his 40s with a gloomy face. They were surrounded by a few powerful, red faces. Luo.

Through the window of the castle, they saw that by the lake, Alan was urging Harry to practice the head-foaming spell.

"Now, Mr. Montrose and I are going to secretly use the mind of your brother who is the number one in the score, to see who is his most precious. There is no danger at Hogwarts. You don't need these guards to follow. Fudge is really weak. , In order to be able to reasonably bring a few more bodyguards, he actually stipulated that officials must have Auror guards when they travel." Crouch waved impatiently to Albert beside him.

Albert raised his hand to signal the other Aurors to stop, then turned his head and said to Crouch, "Mr. Crouch, but at least let me go with you."

Crouch stared at Albert for a long time, and Albert showed no weakness. Crouch snorted coldly, and took the lead.

"If you want to get the thoughts in Alan's heart, I'm afraid you can't do it if you use up the magic." Albert squinted his eyes, and left Mr. Crouch and Mr. Montrose, thinking calmly.

"Is this distance enough?" Crouch asked in a low voice.

"Enough is enough, it will be done soon." The throat sounded hoarse as if it had been torn.

Albert wrapped his arms around his chest and leaned against the tree beside him, watching their movements with a smile.

Montrose shook his hair easily, drew his wand, and aimed it at Allen.

"Hey, I didn't expect this Ellen Harris to have this kind of affair in addition to the three little witches shown in the survey results. The romantic life is rich enough." Montrose widened his eyes and watched being trained by Allen in the water. Furong, flushed with excitement, thought.

Crouch casually glanced at the little wizards by the lake. The masters who had the mind to take action, dealt with a little wizard who had not graduated without any problems.

Allen by the lake looked towards Crouch and the others without a trace. It happened that when he picked up the wand, the mood swings towards the target before casting the spell were detected by Allen’s recent continuous training of cast-off training. Allen had already learned of Montrose's self-conceited actions.

Montrose rubbed his eyes vigorously, and leaned forward involuntarily, as if he could get closer to the world he was exploring.

"What's the matter?" Crouch asked casually.

Montrose didn't pay attention to Crouch at all. In his mind, he seemed to have come to a hotel with 237 written on the door number. He pushed the door open, and it looked neat and tidy. There was nothing unusual.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the door of the bathroom, behind a transparent white curtain, in the bathroom, a young and beautiful fruit girl sat quietly.

Montrose was stunned. His blond hair and light gray eyes happened to be his favorite type.

The fruit girl did not speak, she stood up and slowly walked towards Montrose. Montrose completely forgot everything and couldn't hold back, and kissed the fruit girl, lips and teeth, kisses passionately and forgetting.

Suddenly, Montrose stopped, his eyes horrified, and he found in the mirror in the bathroom that the fruit girl in his arms had become an old rotting corpse.

Montrose panicked and pushed away the decomposed body, opened his hands, and shook his head as he stepped back.

The fruit girl rushed towards Montrose laughing.

"Don't come here," Montrose screamed for help in horror. "Get away, don't come..."

Montrose's legs were shaking and he stumbled on the lawn, his wand had already been thrown aside by him, and his hands were still waving frantically in the air.

A stream of yellow liquid ran down his trousers.

Crouch frowned and waved his wand, trying to make Montrose wake up, but it didn't work.

Crouch, who reacted, looked at Ellen by the lake and shouted: "Alan Harris, stop!"

The air on the lawn seemed to stagnate, and everyone looked at Crouch who suddenly appeared.

Allen walked towards Crouch with an innocent look: "Mr. Crouch, what can you advise?"

The little wizards on the lawn and by the lake also gathered around.

"Alan Harris, we have no malice. The use of pantheon against you is just to confirm who you miss the most, so that you can use her as a hostage. Please also release the magic against him." Crouch In a hurry, the husband did not notice that he had revealed the secrets of the game.

The little wizards around looked at Crouch and Allen excitedly. They seemed to know what they shouldn't know.

Crouch noticed his slip of the tongue, and his expression was even more gloomy. At this young age, Alan Harris has such outstanding strength, and in time, he might be the backbone of the Harris family.

Thinking of his ineffective son~www.ltnovel.com~ the tyrannical mood continued to spread in his heart: "Harris, are you afraid of hurting your classmates if your counterattack is so intense?"

"I'm sure there is no Master of Pantheon among my classmates." Allen replied loudly.

"The master of Occlumency can make the Occidentalist not aware that what he detects is false news. The master of Occidental Occupation that you brought with me never expected that I, as a student, could have such a high level of Occlumency. So there is no defense at all." Alan raised his eyebrows pretending to be complacent, "not to mention that I also joined illusion magic. It is normal for him to suffer a crime."

"What about the game? If you do this, we can't take the hostages. This is a difficult problem. We have to go back and discuss with other people how the game will proceed. Now, I bother you to get Mr. Montrose back to normal." Crouch lowered At the same time as the voice was heard, he also lowered his posture.

All eyes were in full view, Allen did not embarrass Mr. Crouch, and did not resist Montrose's magic.

Montrose stood there with confused eyes, and gradually regained his clarity, flushed, even ashamed to deal with his wet pants, he quickly fled the lawn without even having time to speak to Mr. Crouch.

"Thank you." Mr. Crouch thanked stiffly, his dissatisfaction suppressed in his voice.

Without waiting for Alan's reply, Crouch glared at Albert who was secretly smiling next to him, motioned for him to follow and quickly left the lawn.

In Hogwarts, news always spreads quickly, and it’s no longer a secret that the Champions League should choose the person the Warriors miss the most as the hostage.

Regarding whether to directly ask the Warriors, the referees kept arguing, not knowing who passed it out, and the content of the argument quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.