A Magical Hogwarts

Guided by their wands, the two walked around the village along the road of Santa Claus Village.

There are snowmen and ice sculptures everywhere, and under the lights, it is like a dream world.

But because it was early in the morning, there were hardly many tourists outside.

After going around, the two finally stopped at the entrance of an ice cream shop.

Selling ice cream in the Arctic Circle, the owner is really... fantastic.

In terms of brain activity, among the people William knows, only Luna is likely to be able to match it?

Combs are sold to monks, and wands are sold to Squibs... This kind of commercial poisonous chicken soup must not be overlooked by shopkeepers.

The most outrageous, the ice cream shop's signboard is called the Snow Queen.

Of course William knew that there was such a trademark in the world, and it was still a global chain.

But for a wizard like him who is specifically looking for it, is it too straightforward?

William pushed open the door and walked in, and the bell made of ice rang, which was unexpectedly pleasant.

An amazingly beautiful woman is sitting at the workbench, grinding Sumatra coffee beans by hand.

The unique fragrance wafts in the room.

She wore a sheep felt hat and covered her hair.

But with the bangs scattered around her ears, you can still tell that she has Veela silver hair.

It seems that the song just now was sung by this Veela.

William also instantly understood the confidence of others in selling ice cream.

The beauty alone can attract a large number of customers, and the singing can bring a large number of tourists.

Not to mention selling ice cream, but selling snow directly, and everyone buys it.

The woman was also a little surprised. She didn't expect guests to come to her door in the morning.

Is it a tourist attracted by your own singing?

But she didn't get up, the coffee beans were only half ground, so she had to apologize: "Welcome, please wait for a while."

William nodded, and led Hermione to a small wooden table to sit down.

The weather was too cold, they both wore hats and scarves, and most of their faces were covered, so they could conceal their identities without using compound decoction.

The store is very warmly decorated, with Santa Claus decorations everywhere, and a small TV showing the morning news.

The Finnish host is reporting the news:

In parts of the southern US state of Texas, a storm hit the roads, causing icy roads and road closures.

And more than 4 million people suffered power outages.

Then, the host whipped the corpse of the earthquake not long ago. After the tragic comparison... The daily life of the Finnish people began to live and work in peace and contentment, and the foreign countries were in dire straits.

William's attention was not on the TV, but on the veela.

It's not because the other party is beautiful... well, it's really beautiful.

But no matter how beautiful she is, can she be more beautiful than the big fairy Babelin?

It's just that veelas generally live in groups... a veela opens a shop here, and there should be other veelas near the Arctic Circle.

And Babelin is Durmstrang's school trustee, and her hometown seems to be northern Europe.

Did she come from here too?

William like flint and lightning, strung all the clues together, ready to test the other side.

With her back to the two customers, the woman quietly snapped her fingers, and the coffee beans were ground in an instant.

Although grinding coffee beans by hand in the morning is a very sentimental job, but occasionally being lazy... It's understandable.

The woman wiped her hands, took the price list, came over, put it on the table, she asked softly, "What do you two want?"

"Two servings of Blizzard ice cream." William stared at the veela and glanced at her badge.

There is a name on it: Elsa.

"Do you want a medium cup, a large cup, or an extra large cup?" Elsa asked.

"…"

Oops, it's the feeling of DNA moving!

But William wouldn't forcefully ask for the middle cup, he quickly said, "I want the big cup."

Elsa nodded, turned and walked to the workbench. There was a small window on the wall, and she pulled the bell.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no response, Elsa knocked on the glass impatiently, and then came the sound of panicked footsteps behind the kitchen.

There is also the sound of things shattering.

Aisha's mouth twitched, and she smirked professionally: "The new staff... are always clumsy."

At this moment, a fat hand stretched out in a panic and placed two cups on the workbench.

Elsa picked up the plate, walked to the guest, and placed it on the table.

William and Hermione exchanged glances.

There is magic on the small window, which can block the Muggle's sight.

But they both can see.

The ice cream maker...isn't a human at all.

Human hands...how come hair grows?

Unless the old age is unknown!

William remained calm, looked at Elsa, and asked curiously:

"What kind of machine do you use to make ice cream? I want to learn it and open a chain of this kind in other places in the future."

"Ha~ We are an exclusive craftsmanship, passed down by eight generations, and the secret recipe will not be revealed, sorry."

Elsa smiled and blinked deliberately, as if she was worried about what she saw, and quietly gave William a Confusion Charm.

But...it failed.

She narrowed her eyes and asked cautiously, "Are you two wizards?"

"Yeah." William grinned and said, "Are you a Veela?"

"Veela can also open a shop, isn't it illegal?" Elsa shrugged.

Of course, it's not illegal to open a store, after all, even conjoined marriages are fine.

Marrying a veela is a man's lifelong wish.

Just like mermaids, marrying a handsome wizard is their lifelong wish.

"It's not illegal, but..." William said slowly: "I suspect you, illegally raising dangerous magical creatures, and you need to review your storefront."

Hermione fumbled her right hand in her pocket, took out a document, and dangled it in front of Elsa.

"Well... we are members of the special operations team of the International Federation of Wizards."

She also showed her acting skills that she had honed for many years, and immediately entered the scene in a second.

This really isn't a fake.

They went to the Alps to rescue last year, and the two of them were temporarily incorporated into the action team.

Elsa rolled her eyes and said innocently, "I'm operating legally, not a black shop."

"What about the ice cream?" Hermione asked.

"I suspect that you imprisoned the snowmen and enslaved them..."

Hermione thought about the crime, and William answered in time, "Making ice cream."

Hermione almost couldn't hold back her laughter, your accusation... is a bit ridiculous, isn't it?

But she still had a serious face and tried her best to agree:

"That's right!

do you know?

Last year's International Conference of Wizards and Wizards had decided to establish a breeding sanctuary for snowmen.

It is forbidden to keep snowmen without a permit, especially in Muggle areas.

You violated Sections 73 and 76 of the Confidentiality Act. "

"Of course..." William added again. "You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will become evidence in court."

Aisha's eyes showed some surprise, and then she pouted... A wizard is trouble.

The old lady has been running an ice cream shop for many years, and no one cares. It's just the two of you!

She shouted to the small kitchen: "Get out of here, I'm going to be a mess!"

William and Hermione both took out their wands and looked vigilantly, as if a room of Breadmen would pop out of the kitchen at any time.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, there was still no movement, and there was an embarrassment in the air.

Elsa cursed secretly and ran to the kitchen.

William and Hermione also followed, and after pushing the door open, the scene inside the house made them stunned:

A group of snowmen and snow treasures, all wearing aprons and masks, crowded on a small bench, watching TV.

I was so fascinated by it that I didn't hear Elsa's voice at all.

Aisha raised her eyebrows and kicked a snowman's **** before they reacted and stood up clucking.

"Do you still want to check my shop, nosy... little Auror?" Elsa asked with a smug smile.

"Don't look into it, it was just a joke, Auntie."

Elsa has a black line.

"I just lied, I'm actually a French wizard." William raised his hand to show that he was harmless:

"I just want to find out how to get to the Snow Queen's palace."

Elsa showed a confused look: "Isn't it right here? There is a sign on the door.

But there is no palace, there is only an ice cream shop. "

"Oh... no matter what, let's go. UU read www.uukanshu.com" William turned to leave.

Elsa breathed a sigh of relief.

There are so many wizards looking for the Ice Queen's Palace recently... Last time they were two old men, and now there are two young men.

Before Elsa could take a breath, the young wizard suddenly turned around and asked:

"Who of you know Bathcida Babbling?

She asked me to give you a message. "

Elsa was stunned, realizing that something was wrong.

Sure enough, a snowman buzzed impatiently and excitedly:

"You know Bassie? She hasn't come back to see us for years. What did she ask you to say?!"

William's face was full of smiles, and he really did not guess wrong.

Barbrin is the veela here...a half-breed veela of Slytherin descent.

Even the men and women in the story of "The Snow Queen" may have something to do with her.

William glanced at the snowman who was more than two meters tall, but was as docile as a puppy, and said honestly and honestly:

"You take me to the Snow Queen's palace, and I'll tell you what that little girl said, Ba..."

"Okay, okay!" The snowman said. "Let's go now."

Elsa: "…"

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