Hogwarts Everything is Three

Alan couldn't help laughing when he saw Furong's expression.

Furong rubbed her swollen abdomen and raised her eyebrows dissatisfiedly when she heard Allen's laughter: "Try it, this level is really embarrassing, I hope you didn't eat too much at noon."

Allen shrugged and walked to a blue table. As he approached, a blue cake appeared on the table.

Furong did not leave. On the one hand, she needed to give herself a little time to recover. On the other hand, she was very curious about how Ellen, who seemed nothing to be able to stump, would pass this level, and whether she would be embarrassed like her.

"If I'm wrong, please ask my future sister-in-law to help me eat this big cake, it looks like you have a good appetite." Allen joked.

"Still, I wish you good luck." Furong quickly refused, holding her abdomen, turning her stomach and walking towards the Frost Checkpoint, her posture was quite a runaway posture.

"Furong," Allen stopped her, and Fleur turned to look at him in surprise, "Harry is going in the same direction as you." Allen reminded.

Allen stood in front of the blue table, and a doll in the shape of a bunny head holding a jewel in his hand milkedly introduced the rules: how to divide a cake evenly among eight people, and finally there is one piece left in the cake box? You only have three chances. Every time you make a mistake, you must eat up the cake before a new cake appears. Come on. "

The audience outside the field witnessed how Furong was crazy and how to solve the cakes with painful expressions. At this time, seeing Alan, everyone reacted differently, and some people inevitably looked forward to it. Seeing Allen's embarrassment is like someone who always gloats likes to see some celebrities making a fool of themselves.

Of course, more people have brought in themselves. If you are Alan, how can you solve such a problem? It's really a headache. How can I divide it among eight people so that there is still one piece left in the cake box? This is impossible to do.

According to Gamp’s Basic Law of Transformation, food cannot be transformed out of thin air. There is no solution at all.

"This question is much simpler than Fleur Delacour's. I think Harris is lucky." Professor Snape sat in the auditorium with his arms folded, his eyes staring at the screen, and a word came out from the corner of his mouth. .

Ron, who was sitting near him, heard the words word by word. He thought of the logic problem that the old bat Snape had asked in the first grade, and then he understood his expression. He must have thought of a solution.

Ron looked at the screen, thinking in his heart whether there was a solution, but he didn't have a clue when he scratched his head. Ron no longer envied the scenery of the warriors at this time. He was very glad that he was not a warrior. Thinking of this, his gaze at the screen again brought gloating.

Allen in the room only paused for a while, calmly raised the wand in his hand, and quickly waved it at the cake.

He divided the cake into eight evenly.

"Haha, it looks like he's going to eat cake." Ron sneered.

Allen calmly put a piece of cake in the hands of the villain sitting around the table, until only the last piece of cake was left, Allen even brought the cake to the last villain's hand.

The wizards in the audience suddenly realized that this is not a mathematical problem, but a problem to examine the thinking of wizards.

A wizard gem rose slowly from the cake in the hands of the last little man, and flew into Allen's hands.

At this moment, in the room with the giant stone monster that Allen had entered at the beginning, Harry was facing the test of the stone monster. As far as Harry was concerned, he could have followed in Alan's footsteps. Harry could imagine that there would certainly not be any problems that would stump Alan, but Harry didn't want to keep relying on Alan's power to make it through.

When the big mouth of the stone monster rushed towards Harry’s head, the brave Gryffindor couldn’t help giving the monster a “tore apart”. However, to his disappointment, part of the monster’s head was indeed covered by the stone. Smashed, but soon the scattered stones flew back, and the giant boulder monster returned to its original state.

Of course, even if the big stone beast's mouth enveloped Harry's small head, it didn't cause Harry any harm.

It gave the question Harry needed to answer: I can bring tears to your eyes, and I can bring you back to life, I was born in an instant, and I am left in eternity.

Harry gaped at it.

"Can you read it again...slowly?" he asked tentatively.

The Golem blinked slyly at him, smiled slightly, and read the poem again at a faster rate.

Harry searched in his mind, tears filled his eyes, and came back from the dead... He suddenly thought of the Sorcerer's Stone, but the Sorcerer's Stone can only make people live longer, not make people come back from the dead...

He thought of the Eris Mirror he saw in the first grade, his father, mother, and his family who were smiling at him in the mirror.

"Born in an instant, and lingering in eternity." Harry blinked, blinking away the moisture in his eyes, and gave the answer: "It's a memory."

Harry's words fell, and the stone statue retracted on the wall, and a red gem protruded from its mouth. Harry ran to pick it up and held it tightly in his palm.

In the audience, the audience spontaneously burst into applause. Although they knew that the players could not hear, it did not prevent them from expressing their inner admiration-Alan Harris challenged success at an unimaginable speed.

In the room where Allen just completed the level, there are seven doors, each connected to seven small rooms. On the door, the ancient magic text describes what is behind the door. The trespasser needs to choose the raw door-there is no danger. The door.

In this level, if you don’t know the ancient magic texts, you can only look at your luck. Even if you recognize these texts, you may not be able to choose the correct door, because these seven doors all seem very dangerous.

For example: "Choose this door, you will face the raging fire from hell."

"Behind this door is a group of evil little devils."

"Open this door and you will face the threat of a dementor."

"Trust me, you won't be willing to accept the embrace of a female ghost."

"Be careful, there is a griffon behind the door that hasn't eaten for a year."

"Behind this door, there is a trap that you will step on by 77%."

"A crazy adult horn camel."

It sounds like every choice represents danger, and every choice is a path of no return, but Allen barely paused, and directly chose to open the door that said "Be careful, there is a griffon who hasn't eaten anything for a year." "The door.

Behind the door, there is indeed a griffon, but it will never hurt Alan-it has been made into a specimen.

At this time, Allen just opened the door and saw Carla Rogers, another warrior of Busbarton. This big face girl was flushed and was standing in a room with all kinds of scrap iron. It's just a messy room, with large and small debris piled up like a mountain. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder must not come in, because if you want to clean them up, I am afraid that it will not be possible within a month.

"Hello, Ellen." In the middle of this densely piled room, there is a small open space~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is a wooden table on the open space. Cara is standing in front of the table and sees Allen. Entering, she was even more at a loss.

Kara's voice was very low, and she dared not look at Allen.

Alan couldn't help but feel a little amused when she looked a little scared, and tried to lower her voice to make her feel more at ease: "This level is difficult?"

"Yes, look." Kara pointed to the table behind her. "You can choose different ways to pass this level. You can choose arithmetic divination, or you can use crystal **** and tea."

"There is a groove on this box." Carla, who was more relaxed, pointed to the upper right corner of the table, where a small box was placed with a groove on the box.

"What we need to do is to foretell the location of the small object matching the groove in the room and find it out. As long as it can be matched with the groove successfully, you can open the box and get the wizard gems inside." Kara wrinkled embarrassedly. Frowned.

"But be careful. I saw Krum just now. He just gave up the divination and chose a random thing. The challenge failed and he was punished." Carla thought of the picture he had just seen. He patted his chest with lingering fear.

"Just as he put something inappropriate into the card slot, he suddenly flew out an iron chain as thick as an arm and tied it around his waist. He failed three times and flew out three iron chains!" Carla recalled that Krum could not help but retract his hand that touched the table with his bruised and hideous appearance in order to carry these three chains.

"He just left with the chain behind?" Allen asked with interest.

"Yeah." Kara looked in awe. "The chain tied him tightly, and he went to the next level like that."