All things are three at Hogwarts

The next day, Allen felt that he had not slept so well for a long time. He sat up, casually put a coat on his clothes and let it hang around him. He moved his mouth and found that he was already under the influence of the potion. It was basically healed, but there was still a little bit of slight pain that would at least not affect his speech anymore.

After sitting in the rocking chair by the window and admiring the scenery of the summer afternoon for a while, Allen tried calling the mistress of the house, but received no response, so he couldn't help but come to the bookshelf that occupied an entire wall. , these books vary in size and thickness, but the same thing is that they are all handmade from content to outer shell. In the Middle Ages, every book was extremely precious. In order to prevent the collection of books from being stolen, there were even some books on the shelf with iron chains. He tied it up and put it on the bookshelf. Jabbert's alchemy manual was also on the shelf, but Allen flipped through it casually and found that there were several pages less in it than the one he got. How to make a growth wand. Not among them either.

Putting down the chained alchemy manual, Allen walked into the exaggeratedly large-looking manuscript that was placed on a wooden desk next to the desk.

It is an illuminated manuscript in sheepskin, bound in a wooden cover covered with leather and metal decoration. It looked very gorgeous, with the Devil's Bible clearly marked in Latin on the cover. It was nearly 1 meter long and half a meter wide. Allen tried the weight and found that it estimated to weigh about kilograms.

Allen spread out the book. This manuscript uses a variety of colors as decorative colors. The entire text is in Latin, but all the first letters of the paragraphs are carefully decorated, and some of them even occupy half of the page. The handwriting is exactly the same throughout the book, and not a single chapter shows handwriting changes due to age, illness, or emotional influence. It is obvious that this manuscript was completed in a very short period of time. This is strange, and this book is obviously not Written by a wizard, many of the so-called spells in it are simply deceptive things. However, the amount of work in this book is so vast that according to Allen's calculation, if the author was a Muggle, even if he worked non-stop in a perfect state, it would not be enough. It will take more than ten years to complete.

Turning to the bookmarked page, a unique portrait of the devil appeared in front of Allen. On several nearby pages, including this one, the text and paper are more heavily blackened than in the rest of the book.

There was a sound outside. Allen closed the huge manuscript and jumped back to the rocking chair in front of the window to bask in the sun.

After a while, the footsteps gradually approached, and Allen raised his head. In the afternoon light, Rowena Ravenclaw walked in carrying a large square tray, and the sunlight cast a layer of light on her face. She was dizzy, her starry eyes were half-opened, her eyes were hazy, and she looked like she hadn't fully woken up from her sleep. She was only wearing one boot on her feet, and the other foot was just on the ground.

"Helga made breakfast for us. She sent a house elf to deliver it." As she said that, Rowena Ravenclaw yawned lightly. She put the tray on the table, and inadvertently, the confused Rowena's booted foot hit Allen's right foot, and her bare right foot stepped directly on Allen's left foot, delicate and soft. The touch suddenly came from Allen's instep.

Rowena Ravenclaw took a piece of bread from it and took a bite. "The scribe of that book is a Muggle priest who will be tortured to death for breaking the law. In order to escape the harsh punishment, he swore an oath to In one night, he created a book containing all human knowledge to forever highlight the glory of the wizard. However, as midnight approached, he realized that he could not complete this difficult task, so he sold his soul to the devil, and with the devil's help he copied He completed the book and added the devil's portrait to the book to show his power. The devil's energy in the book eroded the owner of the book and the book itself, causing the owner of the book to encounter bad luck. It also made the pages near the devil's portrait seem to be on fire. There is no valuable knowledge or real magic in it, but it can help you learn some names of devils that you may be able to use in the future."

"You can read the books here slowly, eh? Why are you blushing? You don't think I won't know if someone touches my books, do you?" With that said, Rowena Ravenclaw put some wands on the table On the top, part of the wand at the top rolled down on the table. "I read part of the memory last night and learned some things. It is said that if you don't pick a wand, well, these are wizards who come to steal and ask for advice but want to cause trouble." I have captured their wands, please try and see which one is easier to use."

Allen tried his best not to let his stepped foot make any noise for the other party to notice and make the situation awkward. Wandless summoned a wand and waved it casually. Some parchments on the table rotated and jumped in the air, hitting each other and making a sound. After a short burst of notes they fall back into place, "That's it."

Ravenclaw finally moved and let go of Ellen. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Acacia wood? It seems that you really don't want a wand. This material is usually refused to be provided to anyone other than the owner. Magic, and likes to show off its strength only to the most gifted.”

Allen was finally able to stand up. He straightened his back and tried to appear taller in front of Ravenclaw, who was a head taller than him. "Ahem, please forgive me for reading those books without permission. My name is Ai Len Friedrich Harris, thank you for saving my life and healing me.”

After hearing this, Ravenclaw frowned: "A man from the Holy Roman Empire who speaks with a mixed accent of England and Norman..." Rowena Ravenclaw directed the wands to fly to a storage box and sat on the Across from Lun, he had breakfast with Alan. When Maggie put away these messy cups and plates, she said, "My future self didn't tell me that your accent is so weird and a bit rustic... But you don't have to tell anyone. Although I haven't finished reading it yet, I already know a little bit about it." It’s over.”

"Huh?! My accent is foreign..." Allen couldn't help but smile inwardly, just as he was organizing the vocabulary to figure out how to reply. Rowena Ravenclaw stretched her body, walked around Alan who was sitting in the rocking chair, and walked to the window.

"Ellen Harris, when do we start?" She turned her head and asked, the lazy afternoon sun coating her with a layer of golden light, which made her expression a little blurry.

"Start with what?" Allen was a little elusive about the thoughts of the witch in front of him. He felt that her thinking was too jumpy. This reminded him of Luna who was still in the underworld in the future, and he couldn't help feeling depressed again.

"Teach me some magic from the future, which for you should be modern magic, as well as magical Animagus transformation and Legilimency." She walked out of the sunlight, leaned down, and leaned on her elbows. He held his chin on the table and said in such a matter-of-fact tone, "Aren't you an Animagus who can turn into a phoenix and a master of Legilimency? Salazar is too stingy to tell him the secret of Legilimency. Hand it over. I'm not very good at this yet. I can only say that I can use it fairly well. But I won't let you teach you. Don't make your own decisions. Otherwise, when you go back, you may find that some people you are familiar with have never existed.