Hogwarts Everything is Three

"School is about to start. You can order some food for the students in the training class, as long as they brush their teeth well afterwards." Hermione turned her head a little embarrassed as Alan looked at, and her two little fingers circled unconsciously. I think of an excuse for my daughter who is a dentist but wants to eat sweets.

Allen couldn't help rubbing her fluffy curly hair: "Okay, let's go to the little mother's cake shop."

"Let's go." Luna, who has also tasted the taste of cakes, pinned her anti-demon glasses to her chest collar, took an apple from the fruit basket on the table, and took a bite, "I will save my belly in advance. Now, I didn’t eat enough yesterday."

After a round of inquiries, Allen took Hermione and Luna out. The little sister Emily wanted to follow, but Daisy caught her in a whisper, and she made a face on the ground, and ran back upstairs.

Allen glanced at Daisy who was snickering, shook her head helplessly, took Hermione and Luna away, turned around and knocked on the door of the tent next door.

Narcissa Blake Malfoy looked a little surprised at the expressions of the three Ellens who appeared at the door, "Sorry, are you Ellen Harris?"

"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. We're here to find Draco." Allen took out the somewhat artificial etiquette of the Pureblood family, saluted and said that he was here.

Narcissa's face burst into a gentle smile, "Draco will be very happy, he has been talking about you all his vacation, please come in, I will call him out immediately, you are welcome, my mother is you Mother's cousin, we are still relatives by all accounts."

Entering the tent, it is as if you have entered a small palace with extremely magnificent decoration. Not only is the space very spacious, but the decoration inside is extremely luxurious.

Soon, Draco walked downstairs with Narcissa-his face was full of joy, and it seemed that if his mother were not here, he would definitely greet Alan by running.

"Oh, please forgive me for my negligence just now. This lovely girl with light blond hair must be a child from Lovegood. Your father Xenophiius and I are classmates. Although I am a few years younger, you What would you like to drink? By the way, this is—Draco will introduce to your mother." Luna's identity was identified from the colorful, anti-demon glasses that looked like an owl that was always confused, Narcissa Entertained warmly, and looked at Hermione again.

"This is Hermione Granger of Gryffindor." Draco's tone was stiff.

Obviously, she had heard about each other's name and origin from her husband and son. Narcissa twitched her mouth and barely smiled, "Miss Granger, is apple juice all right?" Narcissa noticed the apple in Luna's hand. .

"Okay, thank you." Hermione nodded. She looked down at the pureblood who was born in a Muggle family wizard before. Now she has to be kind to her. Although it is somewhat uncomfortable because of the other's tone, the overall feeling is still not bad.

"Uh...Alan, is there anything I need to do?" Draco clearly knew the adults' decision from his father, and because the change of identity seemed a little unnatural, he secretly glanced at Alan and thought. Observe his attitude towards this matter.

Draco is the only child in the family. When Lucius just talked to him, he thought that Draco would resist being someone else’s godson, but he didn’t expect that after hearing Harris’s name, Draco was so happy. He agreed.

"Draco, we found a very delicious cake shop, do we want to eat together?" Allen said in a more cordial tone than usual. He looked at Malfoy and saw the boy on the other side burst out instantly. Smile, not only laughed a little funny.

"What shop is it?" By coincidence, Narcissa was carrying a few transparent glasses and a jug of apple juice with a lot of ice.

Draco stepped forward, poured five glasses of apple juice, and delivered it to everyone himself.

Even Draco took the initiative to show a kind smile to Hermione, but turning his head, he looked at Alan, and seeing Alan's approving eyes, he drank his juice in one gulp.

"Little mother's cake shop, Mrs. Malfoy," Allen said with a smile.

But Narcissa, who asked the question, seemed a little absent-minded. She took a careful look at the door and then at her son. At this moment, a music box in the nearby display automatically rang and played music to make her refreshed: "Little mother The cake shop sounds very cozy. Alan, thank you for all you have done for the Black family."

Narcissa is a pure blood with a high sense of family honor. She is very pleased that Sirius can be rehabilitated, and most importantly, the Black family can continue.

Allen raised his glass, smiled and drank the juice in his hand.

Before leaving, Allen caught a glimpse of Narcissa handing a large bag of Jin Jialong to Draco, and couldn't help laughing. The money was enough to buy the "Little Mom's Cake Shop".

The four people quickly walked out of the tent area and came to a place where the magic bus could be intercepted. Alan stretched out his wand and glowed with fluorescence. Malfoy's eyes flashed, but he asked nothing.

A purple three-layer bus slammed the brakes and stopped in front of them. The fierce arrival made the four of them jump back.

"Welcome to the Cavaliers Bus. Where are you going?" The conductor Stan Sampark poked his head out and greeted warmly.

"Let's go to Cheddar." Allen took out a few gold coins.

Stan immediately enthusiastically invited them into the car: "Cheddar is a good place. Cheddar cheese is delicate and soft, which will make you feel happy."

It seemed that Draco and Luna, who had experience riding in a car, grabbed the brass pillar tightly after getting in the car to avoid falling off the chair in the rampage of the bus.

And Ellen, who deliberately didn’t tell Hermione, ran into Miss Knower as he wished, but because her chin was accidentally hit by Hermione’s head, he bit her tongue-which made him spend the rest of his journey on the bus. Did not speak.

Stan's body swayed freely with the rhythm of the bus. "There is a cake shop in Cheddar. You must not miss it."

Without waiting for them to ask, Stan enthusiastically introduced, "'Little Mom’s Cake Shop' is owned by a pair of siblings, Monica Geller and Rose Geller. Monica Geller is a local kid. A well-known chef, she wants to delve into innovative cuisine. This shop is located in a small house near the city. There, the two of them live a peaceful and prosperous life in the daily fermentation, brewing and baking. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, many people come here admiringly."

In the bumps and shakes along the way, they came to Cheddar.

Draco was pale, and he was beginning to regret that he had drunk so much juice at home.

Go all the way, shop all the way, buy all the way, pour cheese, cheese sauce, baked cheese...In Cheddar, cheese is all-powerful.

Finally, they came to a simple-looking log cabin located in the outskirts about a quarter of a mile from the town. Clusters of maple trees nestled comfortably around the house, forming a sparse grove.

"Smelly!" Except for Malfoy, Allen's five senses are extremely keen.

"Oh, I smelled the most disgusting stench in my life, coming out of the chimney. In my opinion, it can't be a good thing." Malfoy exaggerated, clutching his nose.

"There may be something wrong, let's go and see." Hermione said, a trace of worry flashed in her expression.

Standing in front of the door, Alan knocked on the door, and no one came to open it.

Alan listened carefully, there was indeed a noise in the door.

"Are you still open? Mr. Geller and Miss Geller, are you inside?" Hermione asked loudly.

There was a rustling sound behind the door, and then there was silence, silent.

Alan knocked on the door again and squeaked-the door opened by itself, and the view of the room was unobstructed.

This is a very comfortable room with a large sofa. In the corner, a thickly cushioned armchair faces the warm fireplace. A small desk sits under the window with a book on it.

There are two doors in different directions in this room, leading to the dining room and the hall on the other side of the house.