Hogwarts Everything is Three

"What are you smacking?" Luna asked without looking back when she heard Allen's voice.

"Eat raw cheek grass ice cream..." Allen retracted his consciousness and licked his mouth back to the taste.

"Bring me some too when you come back." Luna turned herself over with a little hand, and then felt uncomfortable because the lumbar pad was arching against Alan's legs, and she kicked her legs to the direction of the armrest. Moved a bit.

Then, Luna let the ugly diamond-shaped stone float quietly between the two of them, and the gray-white engraving of the Deathly Hallows on the resurrection stone faintly glowed under the starlight of the perception room.

"Among the three holy artifacts of the **** of death, I have completed preliminary research on the resurrection stone, so I can learn a little about the power of the **** of death..." Luna's white, delicate and slender fingers volleyed lightly, leaning against the staff in the corner of the room. The staff that was on Alan floated into her hand.

Luna, who was lying on the sofa, pressed her hand on the crystal ball at the bottom of Allen’s staff, and the remaining soul rushed out of the devil’s skull at the top of the staff, and turned into a circle in the resurrection stone. The pure soul energy was absorbed into her mouth and nostrils.

As the last trace of soul energy in the crystal ball was also absorbed by Luna, the crystal ball became transparent again, and Luna floated into the midair under the cosmic nebula overhead.

At this moment, the planets at the top of the perception room began to circulate quickly, and Luna's long light blonde hair was windless. When she opened her eyes again, those eyes were no longer inattentive and empty as if they could never be focused, but as sharp as arrows in a full moon night, and faintly glowing, as if there were countless stars hidden in them.

"You don't need to rush to get the other two Deathly Hallows, otherwise I will become the'Master of Death' and it will be anxious." Her light gray eyes face down, as if shining with the omnipotent wisdom of God. His pupils firmly attracted Alan's sight. Luna's familiar trance voice looked ethereal and indisputable in this situation: "Ellen, I need faith."

"Dumbledore's old wand and Harry's invisibility cloak can be retrieved at any time as long as we want, but has your pseudo-god identity restored?" Alan reached out and grabbed Luna floating in the air by one of his legs. She pulled it back again-in the desperate place behind the black curtain of the Department of Mystery Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, Luna used up all her power when she was on the opposite side of the **** of death a thousand years ago in order to save him. Seeing that Luna used the resurrection stone, one of the Deathly Hallows, to recover part of her power, she eagerly wanted to know the other side's situation.

"That's why faith is needed. In this era, relying on my previous tricks of playing two goddesses to curse and save, relying on this kind of deception, intimidation and temptation will not play a big role." Luna sat back again. Ellen held the Resurrection Stone in his hand and played casually, "Those horsemen and a few non-human races in the Forbidden Forest still believe in me, but the number of people is too small to accumulate faith in this way is too slow."

At this time, the omniscience mark on Allen's arm became hot. Allen's extremely pale but well-knotted fingers pressed the mark, and Lucius made a weak and urgent voice: "Mr. Allen Harris, the Dark Lord intends Hire the devil to assassinate you."

Just when Allen and Luna’s conversation turned to Voldemort and the Devil, above Hogwarts Castle, some dementors floated towards the tall castle. They stretched out their rotten hands and beat them like a whirlpool. Turning and flying down, swooping into the protective cover of the castle, the blue light appeared when they hit the protective cover opened by the academy, and the dementors were forced to disperse again.

"Call the gods to guard." The silver ray of the patron saint quickly swept towards the dementors in the sky, and the dementors who floated in the air turned and slid away when they hit the patron saint.

"It's just scattered dementors." Seeing all the dementors retreat, an Auror guarding the academy inserted his wand back to his waist and shrugged. "I thought it was a Death Eater. The bonus is enough for us to spend a week in Hogsmeade."

"The behavior of these dementors is really strange. They haven't had a direct confrontation with us since they no longer obeyed the Ministry of Magic's command..." The headed Auror touched the beard of his lower lip. "Things are a little abnormal. Everyone fights. Get your energy up."

In Hogwarts Castle, Emily also felt that Pansy's behavior was abnormal. Since this semester, Pansy's past pride and domineering have turned into gloomy and moody. Her expressionless face made the little wizards in Slytherin. Quiet as a chill. She has always regarded Draco Malfoy as the leader, and she did not choose her brother Allen's course with Draco this semester, and she reduced the time spent in and out with Draco. She always likes to be a mysterious person... …

And now, Pansy quietly left the common room by herself and turned her head to observe if anyone noticed her. Emily, who discovered her abnormal behavior, followed her behind her with the phantom spell, and the two quickly went from the basement. Walked through the empty corridor on the eighth floor of the castle.

Pansy stopped before a giant stick at the end of the corridor hit the silly Barnabas tapestry. After a while, a door suddenly appeared in front of them, and Emily behind Pansy took advantage of the fact that the door was not closed. He quickly got in. What appeared before Emily's eyes was like a huge utility room. Those tall shelves were made up of things hidden by thousands of Hogwarts students.

Pansy's footsteps echoed among the towering debris, and Emily's eyes swept over the bottles, hats, boxes, books, weapons and other objects on the shelves. Pansy finally stopped in front of a huge black wooden cabinet. The cabinet looked quite old and old. The surface had been corroded and blistered, as if it had been splashed with strong acid. The large areas of fading made the color of the cabinet look far away. It looks like brown mottled with black. Its edges and corners are well protected with finely carved silver metal, but the cabinet board is cracked.

Pansy opened the crunchy cabinet door, and Emily moved her steps quietly so as not to touch the debris under her feet and make a noise, but when she approached, Pansy closed the cabinet door.

"Except for your weapon." Just when Pansy stood up and turned around to leave, a clear childish voice came. Pansy was hit by a strong force, and the wand was thrown out and hit the wall, and then fell down gruntingly. . Emily lifted the phantom spell and appeared in shape.

"Emily! Why are you..." Pansy exclaimed.

Emily clenched her wand tightly and pointed at Pansy: "What's the matter with you lately? What are you doing here quietly by yourself?"

Pansy pressed her lips, frowning tightly without saying a word.

Seeing that the other party refused to say her purpose, Emily pointed her magic wand at the other party, came to the cabinet where Pansy was just standing, opened the cabinet door, and saw that there was a cage hidden there. The contents of the cage were early. He died, with five legs from the bones.

"It has something to do with this cabinet?" Emily asked without seeing anything particularly strange and worthy of attention in the cabinet.

Pansy looked gloomy and remained silent.

Emily saw that Pansy seemed completely determined not to answer, so she changed the question: "Does what you came here do has anything to do with the Harris family?"

Faced with Emily’s continuous questioning, Pansy suddenly broke out, and she yelled out confidently: "Just to prevent this from getting involved with the Harris family! I will be here!"

Emily's eyes were sharper than ever in Pansy's eyes. Pansy knew that Emily was judging whether she was lying, so she looked straight at Emily without blinking, and Emily tilted her head to look at it for a while. , For a long time she put down her magic wand: "If that's the case, then I won't ask, Pansy, why don't we make some pocket money."

Pansy's expression looked like she swallowed an egg raw. Emily's thinking jumped too fast. Pansy was a little confused by the sudden change of topic, "What... make pocket money?"

Emily put down her magic wand and returned to her usual well-behaved appearance. She walked a few steps to the stand beside her, stood on her tiptoe and stretched out her hand to pull out a thick black gilt magic book from above, and flipped it casually. We can give Alan these books and notes that contain knowledge about magic. He must like them."

Emily shook to the left and right again~www.ltnovel.com~ and searched on a small round table full of debris in another chapter, then she picked up a pair of exquisitely crafted silver emerald earrings and gently wiped them Falling off the dust on it, a sweet smile appeared: "And these things that we can see are taken home by ourselves."

Pansy finally understood Emily’s intentions, but she was still shocked by this and the other party’s boldness. You must know that the little wizards who have entered the room where things are hidden are actually not too few, but she has never heard of it. Who would have thought of taking these things as their own for their own benefit?

Put the selected books and magical wonders into the small pocket that she carried with her without a trace of the stretch curse. Emily gestured to the surrounding debris seriously, and then pulled out a few bottles and didn’t know who was hiding. The sherry bottle here shook in front of Pansy's eyes: "The purpose of your plan is to make your whereabouts so taboo for others to know, so in order to complete your plan, you must need money, and we can exchange these ordinary things for gold. Kanon."

"... We are stealing..." Pansy asked blankly before he recovered.

"We just don't waste... Pansy, you know, the pocket money my brother gave me is endless for a kid... I'm not bad Jin Jialong, but it's exciting, isn't it?" Emily blinked Blinking big eyes, the small fan-like eyelashes slammed gently, "In addition, even if we don’t do it, someone will do it in the future. I don’t understand many of Hogwarts’s history that need to rely on school self-help. The poor students who came here to go to school, why didn’t they have the idea of ​​making money after they found this responsive house, and would rather use those second-hand magic books, and even some people would rather go outside to commit crimes for Jin Jialong..."

"Emily, please don't sell that cabinet..."