Hogwarts Everything is Three

Hearing Alan's words, Harry suddenly felt that the professor of Hogwarts's Conservation of Fantastic Animals might have a common language with Hagrid.

Harry took out the book list from his pocket and looked at it carefully for the first time. It clearly read: Protecting Fantastic Animals Lesson

Textbook-"The Monster Book of Monsters".

Harry understood why Hagrid said it would be useful. He felt relieved. He had been worried that Hagrid wanted him to help deal with some kind of scary new pet.

Allen stood in front of the iron cage and watched the books fighting with interest. The manager of Lihen Bookstore walked forward in two steps.

"Hogwarts?" he asked abruptly. "Come and buy a new textbook?"

"Yeah." Allen nodded.

Harry nodded, and he hadn't bought his textbook yet.

"I need—" Harry was pushed aside by the manager before he could finish his words.

"Get out of the way," the manager said impatiently.

He put on a pair of very thick gloves, took a big knotted walking stick, and walked towards the cage door of "The Book of Monsters".

"Two copies!" The manager's emotions collapsed a little, "I have been bitten five times this morning—"

"Wait," Harry said quickly, "I already have that kind of book."

"Really?" The manager suddenly showed a relieved expression, "Thank God, it is Merlin's blessing."

The manager's exaggerated expression made Alan and Harry laugh.

"But I need this book." Allen said with a smile, "Actually, all you need is—"

Before Alan finished speaking, a loud chick cut through the air.

Two "Book of Monsters" grabbed the third one and ripped it in half.

"Stop! Stop!" the manager yelled, stabbing the crutches into the iron cage and knocking the books to separate them.

"I will never buy these goods again, never again! What a mess! We bought two hundred copies of "The Invisible Book of Invisibility" at that time-after spending a lot of money, we didn't even find a shadow. ...I thought there would be nothing worse than that..."

As the manager opened the cage door, he used wooden sticks to take photos of the "Youkai Books" swarming out.

"Ah!" In a panic, a book unexpectedly jumped onto the stick, slid quickly onto the manager's arm, and bit the manager's shoulder severely.

The manager's stick fell to the ground all of a sudden, and you pushed and shoved me to squeeze out the cage.

Allen quickly shot, grabbed the two books that had escaped with lightning speed, threw them into the cage, and then closed the cage door with a "slap".

"Where is "The Monster Book of Monsters", this is a monster!" The manager desperately slapped the book with his other hand.

But no matter how hard he tried, the book didn't let go.

Harry grabbed the spine of the book, trying to pull it off the manager's shoulder, but in exchange for the manager's more terrible cry.

When the manager turned pale with pain and Harry was at a loss and blindly knocking, Alan, who had seen enough, decided to take action-he gently stroked its spine, and in an instant, "The Monster Book of Monsters" The manager fell into Alan's hands.

Its sharp teeth closed together and fell silent in Allen's hands.

He healed the wound on his shoulder with a spell, and the manager's face was still in shock.

"What spell did you cast on him?" The manager looked at Alan eagerly.

"No magic spell, the method is very simple." Allen said while showing it to the manager.

"You only need to gently stroke its spine, and it will calm down."

The monster book in Allen's hand shook comfortably, and the manager and Harry took a step back in shock.

But the book still lay quietly in Allen's hands, showing no sign of violent attack.

"It's so easy!" The manager looked in a daze.

With the selfless help of Alan and Harry, the "Boys' Book of Monsters" in the cage was quickly placed on the shelf quietly.

The manager specially arranged a clerk to touch the books from time to time.

"Thank you so much!" The manager found all the textbooks Allen and Harry needed, and refused to charge their books.

"Your solution is not just me alone, but all the little wizards who came to buy this book." The manager smiled, and finally got rid of the nightmare book selling process.

"Ellen, even the bookstore manager doesn't know how to subdue these books, but you know how to subdue them. You are awesome." Harry held his new textbook with a look of admiration.

"I just happened to know." Allen smiled politely, and then walked out quickly.

Because he accidentally caught a glimpse of another book displayed on the small table: "Omen of Death: What to Do When You Know Doom is Coming".

He didn't want to be haunted by Harry all day about the omen of death.

But Harry has seen it!

Harry stopped, staring at the book in a daze.

"Oh, I won’t be able to read that book~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The clerk in the bookstore standing by said lightly, "After reading, you can see the omen of death wherever you are. Scared to death. "

"Yes, scaring yourself is the most terrible thing." Allen nodded in agreement, "After reading, you may be hinted in your heart that everything you see is a sign of death."

The clerk grinned at Allen when he heard his words approved.

But Harry was still staring at the cover of the book; on it was a black dog the size of a bear with bright eyes. Strange, it looks so familiar...

He absently followed Alan to the Broken Cauldron Bar without paying attention to the road, and bumped into several people.

Allen calmly grabbed Harry's arm, and then returned to the Broken Cauldron Bar.

"Harry, I think we should have lunch..." Allen suggested, pointing to his stomach.

Harry nodded casually.

As soon as he walked in, Allen noticed Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar.

Tom hurried over and looked at Allen without a trace. After taking note of Alan's needs, he bowed again and left in a hurry.

Allen looked at the other customers in the Broken Cauldron Bar:

A little weird child witch from the country, carrying a basket of purchases in his hands.

The seemingly fragile wizard starts a debate for the latest article on "Transfiguration Today".

Raunchy wizards, noisy little people...

There was also a man who looked like an old witch, wrapped in a thick wool coat with a balaclava helmet, and asked for a plate of raw liver.

The sun is shining in the summer afternoon, and drinking cold juice under the umbrella is really comfortable.