Hogwarts Everything is Three

In early February, Hermione was discharged from the hospital, her beard was gone, her tail was gone, and her cat's hair was gone.

Penello happened to pass by the school hospital when she was discharged, and saw the huge box in Hermione's arms and kindly stepped forward to help.

"What is this, so heavy?" Penello was stunned by the weight of the box.

"Oh, thank you, Penello, this is a Christmas gift from Alan." Hermione got rid of the box temporarily, feeling a lot more relaxed.

"Harry and Ron said they were coming to pick me up, but I waited a long time and they didn't come." Hermione couldn't help complaining.

But no one answered, Hermione looked up and Penello was looking down at the huge box she was holding in a daze.

"Is it too heavy, Penello? How about I take out some of the books in it." Hermione was a little embarrassed. How could she let Penello carry such a large and heavy box by herself, Just to mention some light salutes!

"There are books inside?" Penello's voice was light and light.

"Yes, it's all the textbooks for Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from grade one to grade seven." Hermione finished speaking and wanted to take over the huge book box in Penello's hands.

But Penello put the box on the ground first. Waved her magic wand, to Hermione's surprise, the box opened silently, and the textbooks in it flew out.

"Let them fly back with us." Penello said lightly, with a little excitement that Hermione couldn't understand.

Penello picked up the empty box on the ground, and following her movements, the plain magic robe faintly flashed across her body.

"It's beautiful!" Hermione couldn't help but admired.

"What?" Penello saw Hermione's gaze resting on her, with a clear heart, "This robe is a Christmas gift from Allen. It is a masterpiece of the famous American designer Mrs. Klein."

Penello stood straight, Pinting's graceful figure was even more enchanting against the backdrop of this robe.

"Well, I mean, Penello, your spell is so beautiful!" Hermione looked away.

Penello smiled brighter, "Thank you, like you, I am the first in grade." She blinked mischievously. "We all look good."

Hermione who heard the praise also smiled, and the uncomfortable weird sensation that had occurred in her heart before disappeared without a trace.

Although I love reading, seeing Penello's beautiful robe makes me very excited. If two kinds of gifts can only choose the same. Hermione thought for a while, but still thought the magic book was even better!

Now the sun was faintly shining on Hogwarts again. In the castle, people's mood became optimistic.

Since Justin and the nearly headless Nick were petrified, there have been no attacks.

In the Forbidden Forest, when Allen gave Gaia some toys that he brought back from New York that were suitable for little unicorns, Gaia also said that no birds had been mutilated in the Forbidden Forest for a long time.

Mrs. Pomfrey was pleased to report that the mandela grasses had become moody and taciturn, which meant that they were rapidly leaving their childhood.

"As long as their acne is cured, they can be re-transplanted. Then, it won't be long before we can cut them off and put them on the fire. All those who are attacked will return soon." The lady said happily to everyone who cared about the victim.

Pippi has forgotten fear, but he is afraid of the undisturbed nature of the world. When he sees Harry, he will sing "Oh, Potter, you hate...", and now it is accompanied by a fixed Dance moves.

Allen still accidentally saw that Gildro Lockhart was very confident to recommend himself to Professor McGonagall, "You know, now the school needs to boost morale. Eliminate those things from the last semester in my memory! I am inconvenience now. Talk more, but I think I am confident..."

Professor McGonagall’s expression told Alan that she didn’t believe Gidro at all.

The Forgotten Spell is probably the one that Guidro is best at! To erase the memories of the little wizards, Professor Lockhart is fully capable of doing it, and will do better than everyone else.

Allen felt that if Professor Lockhart hadn't performed too badly in other aspects of the spell and had a love for vanity, perhaps he could be qualified for the work of the Ministry of Magic's Reversal Incident Team.

Soon, Allen understood that what Professor Lockhart said about eliminating bad memories was not what he imagined.

On February 14th, after training, Allen went to the auditorium for breakfast as usual, and was stunned by the layout of the auditorium!

The four walls are covered with big dazzling pink flowers. To make matters worse, there are still many heart-shaped confetti constantly falling from the light blue ceiling.

Alan looked at the confetti that had fallen into the porridge, completely lost his appetite.

Reluctantly picked up a sandwich, brushed off the scraps of paper, and put it in his mouth.

Compared with boys with disgusting faces ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ girls obviously prefer this pink, romantic arrangement.

Breakfast is served every day, but only once a year on Valentine's Day!

When Professor Lockhart was wearing a bright pink robe that matched those decorations and waved his hands to quiet everyone, Allen couldn't help holding two cakes and quickly left the auditorium.

However, this evasive behavior is useless.

In front of the doors leading to the hall, Allen saw twelve dwarfs with gloomy faces. They all have golden wings and harp on their backs.

This is obviously the "Little Eros" arranged by Professor Lockhart to deliver love letters and greeting cards.

All day long, Professor Lockhart’s little people kept breaking into their classrooms and delivering Valentine's Day cards, making the teachers very bored.

In the afternoon, when Allen climbed to the fourth floor to attend the spell class, he found a little man struggling to chase Penello.

And Penello, due to the rule that spells cannot be cast in the corridor, walked in a hurry, obviously not wanting the dwarf to catch up.

Allen blinked and quietly stretched out his right leg, tripping the dwarf.

Unexpectedly, after the dwarf was stunned for a while, he gave up chasing Penello, and instead entangled him.

"Alan Harris, I have five soundtrack messages to convey to you personally!" said the dwarf, plucking the harp in an aggressive manner.

Seeing this, Penello in the distance didn't escape, but moved in instead. Several first-year little witches pointed and pointed at Alan and the dwarf, giggling.

Alan had a bad hunch and ignored Hogwarts' rules, pulled out his wand and pointed it at the dwarf-the spell successfully made the dwarf's upper and lower lips stick together, without letting him sing.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, the little man looked gloomy, looked at Allen deeply, and turned to leave.