The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Castle is located at a high altitude and has a temperate maritime climate. Affected by the North Atlantic Ocean Current and the Dementor Cold Current, snow has already begun to fall in mid-October.

October 19, morning.

The wind and snow howled against the windows.

Loren and others got up early.

The first Hogsmeade Week of this school year has arrived.

Due to the increasingly tense situation in the wizarding world, the precautionary measures around the school have been upgraded, strict and rigid. There are rumors that the activity week has been postponed and will not be lifted until Halloween and Christmas. Students were originally worried about the Hogsmeade activity week this school year. I no longer had any expectations, but suddenly I learned that I could still go, and I was very happy.

Miss Granger, who loves learning, also put down her homework and the "Research Report on the Life of House Elves" she was writing. She had stayed at school for too long and she felt relieved to be able to leave the castle to relax, even if it was only for a few hours.

After having breakfast and resting for a while, the little wizards of third grade and above left the castle together.

Professor McGonagall and Filch stood at the school gate as in previous years, checking the names of students who were leaving the school according to the list. There was also an additional security check process. Mr. Administrator used a strange-looking detector to test the students.

I didn't see Mrs. Norris. The cold snap came too early this year, the temperature dropped too fast, and the kitten didn't like to go out.

"What does it matter if we smuggle dark magic items out?"

"Should we be more worried about what we brought in?"

Because Ron was nagging in front of the administrator, he was poked a few times with the secret detector, which made him grin.

It doesn't hurt at all, it's just too cold.

Loren noticed that the explorer was made up of multiple looking glasses. It was in the style of Weasley's Trick Shop. Even if it was not produced by Trick Shop, it was copied by others. His correspondence with George and Fred last week We talked about this.

The road was frozen due to rain and snow, making it extremely difficult to walk to Hogsmeade. The road was full of students bending over and pushing against the wind, and the scene was quite spectacular.

The sweater knitted by Mrs. Weasley is warm and close-fitting, and the thick cashmere gloves wrap her hands. Her body and limbs are warm, but the skin on her face is exposed and is extremely sensitive to the cold. When the cold wind blows, it hurts like knives and needles. , Harry and Ginny clung to each other, lifting the scarf up to cover the lower half of their faces, leaving only one eye exposed.

Loren was so cold that his brain was not very flexible. He only remembered the head-soaking spell after walking more than ten meters. He gasped and cast it on several people in the group.

When they arrived in Hogsmeade, they first looked at Zuko's Joke Shop at the corner of the street. The door of the bustling joke shop in their memory was closed, or even boarded up, with a scrawled advertisement for sale of the popular shop on it.

"well……"

The little wizards all lamented as they passed by.

When they came to the fork in the road, Hermione, who was walking with her head bent, hit Loren's back with her head numb. She didn't react until the head-bubble spell was broken, and she looked up stupidly.

Loren looked at the other people: "What are your plans next?"

Harry and Ginny looked at each other and agreed softly: "Let's... let's go to the teahouse..."

"Oh... you all have to go on a date, what can I do, I can only go to Three Broomsticks and wait..." Ron's expression was full of melancholy, but the twinkling in his eyes revealed his excitement, and he looked at Ms. Rosmerta. Go.

After agreeing to meet at the Three Broomsticks, they parted ways. Harry and Ginny left behind their close roommates and brother and headed straight to the teahouse without looking back, leaving Ron alone on the roadside, paired with his shadow.

Loren and Hermione swayed into Honeydukes Candy Shop.

There was an open sign on the glass display window, made of chocolate and toffee. Mr. and Mrs. Frum introduced the new candies. The warm and sweet atmosphere separated the wind and snow, making it feel like another world.

He took a piece of pure white sugar cube from the tasting table and put it into his mouth. After taking a sip, the sweet aroma of buttercream icing filled his mouth. Loren narrowed his eyes with satisfaction:

"If I can eat as much as I want, I'm willing even if I don't have to pay."

Hermione looked at the man silently.

The conditions and costs you proposed don't seem to be equivalent.

After shopping around the new product shelves and limited return shelves for a few times, they completed their daily snack shopping and stocking up. Their bellies were filled to the brim with the sweet smell of candies until they burped. The two of them walked out slowly, preparing to check out at the counter.

"Loren, kid!" An old and powerful voice came from behind.

It was Professor Slughorn. He was wearing a large plush hat and a plush collared coat that looked very expensive. He was holding a large bag of pineapple preserves and ran over quickly, watching the two holding hands. When they met, the smile on the old professor's face became more kind.

"Professor." Loren and Hermione nodded.

Some time after brewing the elixir, Professor Slughorn alienated Loren inexplicably. Whether in Potions class or at the weekend banquet of the Slug Club, his words and deeds showed a certain coldness. This lasted for about Half a month later, my attitude became eager again.

I'm afraid it's not a sign of Alzheimer's disease.

"Loren, you are my lucky lady!" Slughorn patted his shoulder affectionately, turned to say a few words to Ambrosio, and settled their bill directly. "I can't wait to go with you." Share this good news with you!”

Loren and Hermione were confused and silently followed him towards the Three Broomsticks.

"My God, you don't know how much those two bottles of Elixir of Fortune were sold for..." Slughorn lowered his voice with uncontrollable excitement, "My God, Merlin! A single bottle is eight hundred galleons. ! Two bottles are sixteen hundred Galleons!”

The young couple vaguely understood, no wonder they became enthusiastic again, it turned out that the profit had arrived.

"Hey, kids, don't think too bad of me, an old guy! I'm not that snobbish!" Slughorn knew what they were thinking, and muttered back, "I don't intend to seduce my students to continue to brew the Felicis Felix. That thing is too precious and too eye-catching. It's not good for you or me..."

"I just simply thank you..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and only he could hear the last mutter, "Although I was a little scared some time ago and didn't dare to have too much contact with you..."

Loren didn't say the second half of the sentence, and smiled and said, "Then will the professor continue to sell the Felicis Felix?"

Slughorn shook his head: "The rest I plan to keep it for myself. The world is so chaotic now, maybe I can use it someday... On the battlefield, good luck is even more important than strength... If a real fight breaks out, my old bones may be able to live for decades longer with this thing! "

"I advise you not to sell it for the time being. You have many friends and relatives, and you can never have too much of this stuff. If you two are really short of money, you can ask me for emergency, you can borrow it, or you can sell me any potions or materials..." He paused for a few seconds here, and sincerely reminded, "It's best to keep the Felixir, it's very precious!"

It sounds like there's something behind his words...

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Loren slowed down and asked, "Professor, did you receive any news?"

"This..."