Magical Studies at Hogwarts

The time soon came to the end of October. After Friday's class ended, Stewart and others were already extremely excited, chattering and repeating what they were going to do in Hogsmeade tomorrow.

This kind of behavior aroused the unanimous contempt of the senior seniors headed by Roger, although they did not perform better than Stewart and others when they were going to Hogsmeade for the first time.

Perhaps even more exaggerated.

It was rare that Ike was not immersed in studying. Instead, he sat next to Terry and chatted with each other. He had not participated in such activities for a long time, and he was not used to it. Even Stewart and others were surprised, but

Just a few words of ridicule and that was all.

This is a friend. Maybe you have been away for a long time, but when you come back, you will still feel the same as before.

On Saturday morning, after having breakfast, the little wizards walked out of the school in small groups. As soon as they arrived at the foyer, they saw Filch holding a long roll of parchment and carefully checking each item that was about to be announced.

People who go out.

"Don't try to deceive me!" Filch said viciously with his habitually annoying attitude, "No one can escape my eyes!"

Everyone was used to Filch talking like this, so they just chose to ignore it and walked out still talking and laughing.

Ike followed Stuart and others, with a smile on his face and a gray cloth bag on his body, no different from other young wizards who were ready to spend a lot of money in Hogsmeade.

Of course, this cloth bag was cast with the Traceless Stretching Charm. It contained a lot of potions that Ike brewed when he was trying to reach the potion level, as well as some alchemical gadgets. The number was far more than what this bag was supposed to carry.

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When it comes to sales, it’s normal to have enough stock.

Not far after leaving the castle, Ike saw the familiar Thestral carriage. This time they would take the young wizards directly to the outside of Hogsmeade village. Not far from the school gate, they just passed the annual bus.

The local carriage stopped.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw rows of well-proportioned houses. Some were smoking, and some looked a little shabby, but they were not offensive, but had a unique beauty. Under the sun, they looked like paintings.

Same.

Walking along the road, the most attractive thing is the shops on both sides, including Honeydukes, Zuko's Joke Shop, and the Three Broomsticks Bar. Many shops that have been talked about in recent days appear in front of us, which makes this group's first time.

The little wizards who came to Hogsmeade couldn't control themselves at all.

"Let's go! Go to Honeydukes!" Stewart pulled Terry up, "Didn't you see they all passed by?"

Smiling as they watched the two of them dash towards Honeydukes, Anthony and Michael shrugged and followed closely.

Ike waved his hand and said goodbye to the four of them, then walked slowly on the road, casually looking at the scenery of the village.

Hogsmeade is not big, so after a while Ike walked around and found today's destination - the location of the Pig's Head Bar.

This is a pub that once had a glorious history. In 1612, the goblins used it as the headquarters of their rebellion. Perhaps it is for this reason that even though it may be the worst house in Hogsmeade, it has still been preserved.

Turning into the path next to the Owl Post Office, Ike quietly put on his hood, moved his fingers slightly, and a simple concealment magic fell on his face.

This is a little trick that Comrade Gao Laofu learned in the past, but it is very practical. It is a magic used by wizards to hide their identities. You cannot learn this at Hogwarts.

13-year-old Ike has grown taller and is even taller than when he first started school. He is now nearly 1.8 meters tall. After covering up, it is impossible to tell from his appearance that he is just a third-grade wizard.

Ignoring the ugly sign on the shabby wooden door, Ike reached out and pushed open the door and walked in.

The bar was quiet and a little dark, and it exuded a very pungent smell, like mutton, or all kinds of rotten things mixed together, which made Ike feel a little dizzy.

There was only a tall, thin old man leaning against the bar. His hair and beard were white and dirty, as if he hadn't been groomed for a long time, which fit surprisingly well with this dirty bar.

"Butterbeer." Ike walked straight to the bar and sat down, his voice changed with magic to be a little hoarse.

"One galleons." The old man glanced at it, then skillfully took out a dirty cup and placed it next to a rotten wooden barrel. He took a full cup of butterbeer and pushed it over.

"Take your things, sit down at that seat, and wait!" The old man said in an aggressive tone, pointing to a seat in the corner of the bar.

Ike obeyed and walked over with the butterbeer. As soon as he sat down, he heard the old man say again: "Be smart and don't take anything until you see Galleon!"

"Also, the silencing spell is a good idea!"

"Rookie..."

Ike didn't say anything and sat motionless on his seat. He just took a sip from time to time and waited quietly.

After a while, three people opened the door and walked in. After a quick glance, they were three middle-aged wizards who did not hide their identities. They naturally sat down on the seats near the bar and started chatting quietly.

After a while, there were gradually more people in the bar, but there were only seven or eight people. Except for those three, the rest were not together. They were scattered in the bar, making the small room seem a bit crowded.

People came and went, but no one came to Ike. Some even glanced this way, but most just ignored him. No one came over until a whole glass of butterbeer was finished.

This is a witch wearing a thick black gauze covering her feet. She smells bad of smoke.

"What do you have?"

When the witch spoke, it was obvious that it had been treated with magic.

"Potions and alchemical items."

Ike's words are concise and to the point.

"What do you want?"

"Gallon."

The witch smiled softly, which was very harsh. Ike frowned, and with a move of his fingers, the silencing spell and the blurring spell were cast on the two of them.

This silent spellcasting obviously calmed the witch. After all, no one who could do this was a fuel-efficient lamp, and even the sitting posture became more serious.

"I need to see what you have to sell."

"Where's Galleon?"

At the right time, the witch took out a Gringotts-style money bag and placed it on the table. She opened the mouth of the bag to reveal that it was filled with Galleons. Ike moved his fingers again and got a very satisfactory number, and then he took out the number from the bag.

Get something outside.

"Well... Vitality Tonic, Antidote, General Healing Potion..." The witch accurately named each potion, "Yes, and Polyjuice Potion?"

Ike ignored it and continued to take out bottle after bottle. He didn't stop until the entire table could no longer fit.

"How many are there in total?"

"78 bottles."

"Okay, 300 galleons."

"Not enough." Ike shook his head.

The witch was silent for a moment and then said: "I need to see your alchemy items."

After hearing this, Ike took out all the dozen or so alchemical items. The witch was silent again, and took out another money bag after a long while.

"350 galleons, the value of alchemy items is not high, and these are not rare things." He pointed to the cloth bag, "There is also this, I want it too."

"360 Galleons." Ike burst out a number.

"make a deal."

The witch nodded happily, and took some Galleons from the pocket she took out from the back to collect the payment. Ike took the purse with one hand, checked that the number was correct, and then handed the cloth bag over.

One by one, she put the things on the table back into the cloth bag, and the witch immediately stretched out a hand: "Happy cooperation."

Ike glanced at the black-gloved hand and ignored it.

"I still have a batch of potions after Christmas."

"Okay, I will be there on time."

Nodding, Ike removed the magic, stood up and walked outside.

The other people in the bar seemed to be used to it, and no one even looked over. The old man at the bar glanced at the witch, and then showed contempt on his face, but didn't say anything.