Hogwarts Everything is Three

Allen turned and walked into the room on the right, which was the frosty level Harry was in. A lot of potions have been spilled on Harry's table, and some medicines that have been chopped up are scattered all over the floor.

Harry’s nose and eyebrows were already covered with a thin layer of ice. He was holding a silver knife in a trembling hand. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned stiffly and saw Alan. There was a ray of hope in his eyes-his relationship with Hogwarts potions professor Severus Snape resulted in Harry's current potions class score being the lowest of all subjects.

"Want to brew a defrosting potion?" Allen quickly understood the rules, "You are lucky if you meet me."

Allen rolled up the magic robe and handled the potion neatly at the table. He raised the knife in his hand and fell, his movements were so fast that he couldn't see clearly, the light-screen lens that belonged to Harry switched to specifically play Alan's slow motion.

"This is simply a textbook-like operation. Oh, really a genius idea. When he handled the salamander's blood, he didn't pour it all at once, but spray it evenly in three times. This kind of manipulation improved the stability of the medicine..." As the principal of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Karkaroff had a vicious eye, and he saw Alan’s own innovative methods at a glance.

In the audience, Professor Snape tightened his lips and looked at Allen blankly. But Slytherin, who was familiar with him, could still see approval from the professor's eyes.

Professor Snape was indeed praising Alan in his heart, but it was not because of Alan’s outstanding performance. Rather, he found that Allen’s methods deliberately avoided the contents of his Half-Blood Prince Handbook. It seems Allen did not announce the meaning of these tactics without his consent.

Karkaroff, who withdrew his attention from Allen, aimed his gaze at the warrior Brook Hernandez of his school on the light screen, and curled his lips. "It's really unfortunate. His worst is the astronomy class."

Brooke on the screen is in a room full of stars. The starry sky above his head is divided into six areas. Under each area is a silver white date. If you want to successfully pass the level, you must choose six stars. A starry sky chart corresponding to the date is laid out. Once wrong, it will be hit by the current released by the stars.

And Brooke obviously does not have this ability. His hair, which had been meticulously combed, stood up, the muscles of his face were spasm and trembling, and there was still blue electric current running through him, obviously he was punished not lightly.

In a room full of Arabic numerals on the walls, Furong walked around the room anxiously, her beautiful hair messed up by her. There are six kinds of math problems in the room, and Furong chose the most girly one-cutting cake.

On a white table, there is a pink cake that is not too small in size, dotted with four attractive bright red strawberries.

It was cutting the cake that made Furong embarrassed. Six little dolls were sitting around the table, smiling and looking at the cake that was chopped by hibiscus in the middle.

When Furong found out that her way of dividing the cake was wrong, the dolls clamored to let Furong finish the cake that failed to cut. Only after this cake was eaten would a new cake appear, but she soon added the cake again. The cut was torn apart. Her mood is getting more and more violent.

After the appearance of the fifth doll, Furong skillfully wielded the magic wand-she has repeated this action many times. She cuts each strawberry into five equal parts, a total of 20 pieces, and then divides them equally for each. doll.

At this time, the sixth villain appeared...

As the number of people increased, Furong became more and more mad, she felt broken, although this was her last chance to challenge, even if it was not counted, she should be able to pass as long as she finished eating it, but she had already eaten it. I took two pieces of strawberry cake. Although it was not as big as the usual size for the doll, it was far more than what a lady should have, and now it is live broadcast again...

The audience outside the venue is also thinking about how to divide. For most pure-blooded and even Muggle wizards in Britain, mathematics is a mysterious thing.

Hermione was sitting in the audience with a notebook spread out on her knees. She held a quill in her hand and slid desperately on the parchment: the cake is a 360-degree X1/6=60-degree cake ; Strawberries are 4X1/6=2/3 strawberries; then how to ensure that everyone can finally get the exact 2/3 of the strawberries... Hermione finally tangled up to the conclusion-cut each of the four strawberries There are 15 strands for a total of 60 strawberry strands, and each person will divide it into ten. perfect!

The lotus on the screen finally figured it out. When she split the cake with a knife and fork, the seventh doll appeared...

Hermione in the seat wailed, took out the quill again, and worked hard.

Luna held her cheeks in her hands, with a leaf in her mouth that she didn't know where it came from. She held Hermione's hand that was scratching her unkempt hair: "Don't count, just squeeze the cake into juice, one cup per person Enough."

Hearing this, Penello pursed his red lips impatiently when he saw Luna's calm appearance: "It's really troublesome. If I change to me, I will smash the extra dolls one by one. Isn't it all right? This question is not like in the Potions Challenge, which states that no attack on the doll is allowed."

In the frosty room where Harry and Allen were, Harry looked expectantly at Alan's movements.

Soon, the thawing potion, which was steaming hot, was successfully brewed by Allen. He first divided a cup and handed it to Harry~www.ltnovel.com~ Harry swallowed a big mouth tremblingly, he was pale The complexion returned to normal. Allen poured the remaining potion into the open mouth of the woodcarver in front of the table, and easily got the gem from the woodcarver.

"It's not fair! The warriors of Hogwarts are helping each other. I strongly demand to stop such group cheating." Mrs. Maxim was worried about Fleur's performance. Seeing this situation, she couldn't help but stand up angrily. Tao.

"The rules only say that you can't attack each other, not that you can't help each other." Karkaroff's calmness made Mrs. Maxim's attention. Shouldn't this guy condemn Hogwarts with himself?

Dumbledore on the side stared solemnly at Allen in the light screen, his eyes behind the crescent glasses were full of worry.

Karkaroff took Dumbledore’s look in his eyes and sneered, not to mention that Allen is now his new owner. Even if Allen is only his student, he would have already held him in his palm. What to give.

At this time, Allen also entered the room of the digital level where Furong was located. He was surprised to watch Furong swallow the last bite of the cake without any image of a lady.

Her lower abdomen was slightly shy, and it was obviously very painful.

Allen took out the thawing potion he made in Frost, took the initiative to share it with Furong and introduced her to it.

"Fortunately, I don't have to drink it... Allen, Mrs. Harris won't come to watch this game?" Furong asked worriedly after taking the potion.

"Of course she will come to watch, you have to come on!" Allen encouraged.

"Oh, no!" Fleur patted her forehead. The last time she met with Mrs. Harris, she had told Mrs. Harris that she had little appetite.