The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Chuibao Super Bubble Gum can fill the room with bluebell-colored bubbles."

After reading this, Loren put down the candy label instructions in his hand and looked at the decorative bubbles floating on the ceiling of the candy store with interest. Not just bluebell colors, but oleander, tuberose and violets, all kinds of flower colors.

"Are these candies made using potions or alchemy?"

Hermione asked, slipping a candy cane quill into Loren's mouth. She had just ordered a bunch of quill pens, parchment paper, and book-style candies from the next shelf. Not only did they look exactly the same, but their functions were also perfectly replicated.

There is real text in the books, the pictures on them can even move, and the quills really have ink and can write.

Before Loren could answer, the candy shell of the candy cane quill melted in his mouth, and the weird-tasting octopus ink exploded instantly, staining his teeth, tongue, and lips black.

"A little bit!" Loren stuck out his little tongue, wanting to see it himself. The funny look made Hermione laugh so hard that she couldn't breathe.

After a while, after eating the quill, the ink naturally faded.

"That's too much. There is normal butterfly pea flower ink over there, but they gave me an octopus ink quill specially designed for pranks." Loren complained.

"You took it by mistake!" Hermione said, suppressing a smile, "You haven't answered me yet, are these potions or alchemy products?"

Loren looked up and looked at the special effects candy shelf in front of him.

The pepper urchin that makes people breathe fire is the red color of chili peppers; the squeaking ice mouse that makes teeth chatter is the white color of ice and snow; the peppermint toad ice cream that beats in the stomach is the green color of mint leaves; and the one that can explode of jelly candies, this one is colorful.

If you put aside the color of the raw materials of these special-effect candies, you can see the brilliance of magic flowing through them, as well as the lines of the alchemy circle.

Loren admired: "Mr. Ambrosio Froome combined alchemy and potion. There are traces of both techniques in these candies."

Although from the perspective of alchemy, Mr. Frum's skills are very rudimentary. He probably came from a wild background without any special training. Even Loren can see a few nodes that can be simplified in conjunction with the magic text, but the bold idea of ​​​​merging alchemy and potion materials is amazing.

Under the pretext of studying alchemy and potions, Loren also ordered a large box of candies and asked the clerk to deliver them to Hogwarts by owl.

They were almost full inside, and the two of them walked out of the candy store satisfied.

They were not familiar with the shops in Hogsmeade, but fortunately the streets were crowded with little wizards from Hogwarts. They just had to follow the crowds and go to crowded and lively places.

Colorful streamers are hung everywhere in Hogsmeade Village, and banners are hung on store doors, with waving signs and various animals painted on them with magic.

The banner hung by Honeydukes depicts candy rain, and a witch on a broomstick lives in a candy castle.

There is actually a golden snitch swimming on the signboard of the Quidditch boutique. A large group of little wizards are surrounding the window in front of the store. They stare wide-eyed and lie down on the glass to look at the broomsticks inside.

Even though none of the little wizards in the circle knew how to sell brooms, the unshaven middle-aged boss and the young clerk were not annoyed at all. They stood in front of the window, smiling and listening to the chattering discussions of the little wizards.

Hermione came up to take a look at the novelty: "Is this Nimbus 2001, the fastest broomstick currently?"

Loren said: "Yes, the entire Slytherin team has changed to this model of broom. It is higher than the configuration of many professional teams. Wood is worried to death."

Hermione said regretfully: "Alas, the Quidditch trophy that Professor McGonagall expected may be in vain again this year."

The boss heard what they said and asked tentatively: "Which academy are you young wizards from?"

"Gryffindor!"

The clerk next to him laughed: "Our boss was also a Gryffindor when he was in school, and he was also a Quidditch player!"

"That was all decades ago." The boss reached out and handed them some candies for guests. It seemed that he bought them at Honeydukes next door.

"Quidditch is not a sport that only pursues speed, and the faster the broomstick is, the better. The batsman's broom must have a stable center of gravity, and the goalkeeper's broom must turn quickly. Although the broom models of professional teams look the same as those outside , but the details are all custom-made.”

"So does our team have a chance to win?" Loren asked.

"Plan the tactics well and the players will cooperate properly." The boss said with a look of reminiscence on his face:

"I think we came here like this back then. The despicable Slytherin paid for the latest model of broomsticks. I led the team to use the Wollongong 'Z'-shaped flying technique, combined with the eagle-head offensive formation, and easily defeated them."

The boss let out a long sigh, feeling that time has changed and things have changed: "I heard that Gryffindor has not won the championship for several years. The current Lions Academy no longer has the momentum we had back then."

The clerk came forward at the right time: "You can go back and ask the team captain and Professor McGonagall if they are willing to buy the latest set of brooms in our store. For the sake of Gryffindor, we will fight seven fold!"

"No, no!"

Loren and Hermione shook their heads, shrunk into the crowd and ran away.

The unshaven boss slapped the clerk on the head: "When have you not been selling, and now you come to disturb the customers? You are really..."

"Uncle, when you are training, let me grasp every..." Against the boss's gaze, the clerk's tone became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a whisper:

"What, I'm just interrupting your bragging mood. He was obviously just a substitute goalkeeper back then, so he sounded like the captain of the team."

"What did you say?" The boss heard his whisper and couldn't help but said angrily: "Isn't the goalkeeper a player? Isn't he a part of the team? Don't you know how important the goalkeeper is?"

"Back then, the Gryffindor team was so powerful that the Slytherin team couldn't organize an offense at all. Even if Peeves was the goalkeeper, he could win..."

"you!"

In the end, the clerk was kicked out by the boss and stole samples from the candy store next door. The candy box for guests in the store was a little empty and needed to be filled.

Loren and Hermione, with the intention of playing with the senior seniors, followed a male and a female wizard along the street and entered a small teahouse.

The signboard on the teahouse is decorated with a pink bow. The reception area inside is small and steamy. Everything is decorated with folds and bows. Golden little angels fly above each small round table, sometimes sprinkling water on people. Pink confetti.

There were only pairs of people in the room. Some of their hands were glued together, and some of their lips were glued together. It was very unrestrained. Obviously, this is a teahouse dedicated to entertaining couples.

"Ah!" Hermione panicked, turned around and ran away with Loren.

Mrs. Pudif, who was greeting the guests at the door, only saw the backs of two little wizards running away in a hurry. Their fat figures were shaking with laughter, and their smooth black buns were about to fall apart: "Shy little lovers, at first glance, they look like We just got together not long ago.”

The guests at the nearby tables laughed along with them: "They will definitely come again!"

In the corner of the teahouse, Percy and Penello, who had not noticed the commotion at the door, were burying their heads in an attempt to stare at the flowers on the table. The two talked a lot during the summer vacation and wrote many love words, but looking at the bold lovers hugging and chewing around them, they were still shy...

On the street, some people went to Zog's joke shop to see new prank toys, and some went to the magic equipment store to buy magic robes that can automatically remove dust.

Hermione pulled Loren and ran a long way before stopping, holding on to the street lamp pole and gasping for air. After they had calmed down, they seemed to think that this was some great fun. The two of them leaned on the street lamp pole and were so happy that they started to pant again while laughing.

"Why are you panicking?"

"Then why are you panicking?"

"I saw Prefect Percy inside and was afraid he would find us."

The two of them continued walking along the street, and this time they slipped into the Three Broomsticks bar, which was famous among the student community.

The entire bar was extremely crowded and noisy. It was not even October and the fireplace was already burning, making it very hot and filled with smoke. There were everyone in the bar, chattering little wizards, noisy adult customers, even goblins, and some strange creatures of unknown race, all crowded in this small bar.

In the noisy small bar, another kind of order is maintained in the chaotic atmosphere. In this kind of order, everyone does not need to worry about fighting and can focus on the things in front of them: it may be a glass of red currant rum, or it may be a transaction with the mysterious person sitting opposite, or the boss lady with an iconic appearance and graceful curves—— Ms. Rosmerta.

The Three Broomsticks are famous in Hogwarts and are inseparable from the bragging of most male students, and the main content of their bragging is this Ms. Rosmerta.

Loren and Hermione went to the front desk to get butterbeers and observed the woman who was greeting a group of noisy wizards.

She wore a sarong skirt that was close-fitting but not revealing her flesh, which could show her graceful curves without looking gaudy. The goose yellow and rose red skirt made her look like a ripe peach.

A male wizard was making noises due to his drunkenness. Ms. Rosmerta handed over a glass of violet water. As she slid, a few drops of water spilled from the glass and fell on the wizard's hand. The coolness of the ice cubes penetrated along his skin and made him shiver.

The male wizard raised his head and met Ms. Rosmerta's eyes. A chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. The drunkenness dissipated. He lowered his head and took the violet water, no longer making any noise.

From a coincidental angle, Loren noticed the flash of sarcasm in Ms. Rosmerta's eyes, and suddenly felt that this bar owner was unusual.

Loren and Hermione each took a glass of butterbeer and chose a small, empty table in the less noisy area behind the bar.

The Hogwarts kitchen occasionally prepares butterbeer. In order to cater to the tastes of students, the butterbeer made by the elves has a prominent milky aroma and sweetness, and it does not taste like alcohol at all.

The butterbeer in the bar doesn't taste like alcohol either, but it does taste a bit sour. This wonderful fermentation flavor brings out the milkiness and sweetness from another angle. There may be no difference in taste between the two butter beers, but the latter tastes more wonderful. The foamy hops floating on top are salty and sweet, giving it a special taste.

The two of them couldn't stop drinking and took a few sips. Soon there was a floating feeling in my head, and my whole body felt warm.

They relaxed unconsciously and became a little forgetful. They spoke endlessly but did not realize what they said. It was as if they were lazy in class and had a fleeting dream.

Loren's cheeks turned red: "Hermione, do you think the bosses in Hogsmeade are unusual?"

Hermione quietly held the beer glass and sipped it obediently. She didn't hear Loren's question clearly at all, and responded in a daze: "Huh?"

Loren took a sip of beer: "The owner of the candy store is proficient in potions and some alchemy. There are also people in the magic equipment store and Zog's Joke Shop who are proficient in all kinds of strange alchemy. What they know how to do only needs to be slightly turned. Weapons for war can be made."

"There is also Ms. Rosmerta from the bar. She is very good at socializing and can subdue the messy guests in the bar. She -" Loren paused, "she is a very strange existence."

When Hermione heard Ms. Rosmerta's name, she woke up from her daze and raised her cup to the table and asked, "What's so weird about her?"

"She should be very good at collecting intelligence and taking advantage of others, but this kind of behavior is to use others to intimidate well-intentioned guests. If she has no ability to protect herself, she will be easily exploited." Loren said in a daze.

"Oh~" Hermione didn't hear anything noteworthy and became confused.

"Hogsmeade can become the school's military defense line. The location and personnel are excellent."

"oh--"

Two little wizards who could even get drunk on butterbeer were talking in the corner. No one would notice here, and no one could hear the appalling content of what they said.

In another inconspicuous corner, two mysterious men shrouded in black cloaks were having another conversation that no one could hear.

Although the two mysterious figures are hidden under the cloak, they are easy to distinguish. One of the tall people was sitting outside, his movements were sloppy and he seemed to be taking the initiative. His figure shrouded another mysterious man sitting on the inside with an ordinary figure.

The mysterious man sitting outside had the cuffs protruding from his cloak badly worn, and even the threads were exposed. The other man's cloak had clean suit sleeves protruding from his cloak, and he seemed to be a person of some status.

If someone comes close to them, they can enter the invisible magic barrier and hear the two people's uneasy conversation.

"You're dreaming! How is this possible!" The mysterious man in a suit sitting inside shouted angrily at the top of his voice, his hands on the table tightly clenched into fists.

The mysterious man outside casually replied: "Hey, why is it impossible? There is no better deal than this. As long as you sell me Azkaban's defense map and Auror patrol time, you will get ten years of wolf training." Poison."

He held the table, leaned forward, and forced the man: "Think about it, you need Wolfsbane potion to maintain your decent life. Otherwise, your beautiful wife and well-behaved daughter will find out that their father - decent The Deputy Minister of the Prisons Department of the Ministry of Magic has turned into a despised werewolf. Hahahaha!"

"you!"

"Hey hey hey, think about it."

"You despicable beasts!"

"To each other, Mr. Undersecretary."

The man sitting across from him with neat cuffs was so angry that he wanted to smash the wine glass, but he noticed the situation around him, gritted his teeth, swallowed his anger, and put the wine glass back on the table.