Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Update: Let's be honest, it's not the first time Clark has been in Hogsmeade.

As a pure-blood wizard, he has been here a long time ago, even when he founded the "Hogwarts School Magazine", he also came here, looking for those merchants to promote the advertisement column in the school magazine.

The more I saw it, this wizard village, which was very novel for ordinary little wizards, seemed unremarkable, and even a little behind.

After all, it's just a small village with dozens or hundreds of people, plus a few small shops serving school students.

That is to say, the money of the students is easy to earn, so that these shops make a lot of money.

Yes, they must have made a lot of money, at least that's how Clark's first stop, Honey Duke.

As a well-known candy and snack shop among little wizards, this is like a stall selling non-staple food at the school gate, and its attraction to little wizards far exceeds any course in the school.

The small shop was crowded with Hogwarts students, and it was difficult to even get around. The shelves against the walls on both sides are filled with the most fascinating candies imaginable.

Huge chunks of creamy creamy peanut marzipan, shimmering pink coconut sorbet, neatly arranged assortment of chocolates, a vat of delicious multi-flavored beans, a vat of gooey bees Sugar and, as Ron mentioned, sherbet drinks that make you float in the air.

Along the other wall are all kinds of candies with "special effects":

Chuibao Super Bubble Gum, eat it, you can blow blue bellflower-colored bubbles, the bubbles will not burst for days, can fill your room, make it full of fantasy;

The bizarre fragmented hairy tooth mint not only does not cause tooth decay, but its unique ingredients can repair your teeth and make them bright and clean;

Tiny black pepper urchins with a lot of firepower to make your friends breathe fire out of their noses;

A lively ice rat, you can hear your teeth chattering and crunching when you eat it!

And there are really stomach-beating, toad-shaped butter mints, crunchy sugar quills that you can steal in class, and exploding fondant.

"Get another case of jelly slugs, honey, they're running out of stock..."

Anyway, listening to the voice of the proprietress, you will know how hot the business of this store is.

"What shall we bring Harry?" Ron squeezed into the crowd, with Clark following behind him.

"How about this? Sherbet drink that makes people float in the air." Neville pointed to the bottle on the shelf.

"I think this is also fine, the fire-breathing black pepper urchin, the weather is cold, this is just the right time to warm up, especially during Quidditch training." Clark gave his opinion.

They squeezed past a group of sixth-graders and saw two signs "Unusual Taste" and "Clearance" hanging in the furthest corner of the shop.

"We didn't have this last time we came!" said Ron in surprise.

They walked under the sign, and there were not many people here.

"Well, no, I don't think Harry would want it, maybe it's for a vampire." Hermione scrutinized the plate of **** lollipops.

"How about this one?" Ron shoved another jar of huddled cockroaches under their noses.

"Definitely not."

A voice that could never have been here came from behind them, and Ron nearly dropped the jar.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed in a low voice.

"What are you doing here? What are you—you?" She looked at Clark.

"Wow!" Ron also shouted, "You have learned to stealth!"

"Of course I didn't." Harry lowered his voice so that the sixth-grade students could hear. "It was Clark. He lent me a Marauder's Map, and I sneaked out through the tunnel above."

Clark nodded, and told them all about the Marauder's Map in detail.

"Why didn't Fred and George ever tell me?" Ron was furious. "I'm their brother!"

"Maybe they think you're too observant and don't have the guts to use this map to break the school rules." Hermione joked, "But since that's the case, wouldn't Blake also be able to use a passage on this map to enter the castle? inside?"

Clark gave Hermione's head a thumbs up inwardly, and she could never see the crux of the problem.

In this regard, Harry and Ron had more flukes.

"What else?" Ron stared at Hermione. "Give such a good thing to the teacher?"

"He couldn't have come in through those passages!" Harry said quickly too.

"There are seven secret passages on the map, right?

Fred and George reckon that Filch might know four of them, and the other three—one has collapsed and no one can get in through that passage; one has the beater willow at the entrance; completely impassable ; as for the one I just walked through - um - it's really hard to see where the entrance to it is in the cellar - so unless he knows there's this secret passage -"

At this point, Harry hesitated, what if Blake really knew about this secret passage?

However, Ron cleared his throat solemnly and pointed to a notice posted on the door of the candy store:

By order of the Ministry of Magic, customers are reminded that until further notice, Dementors will patrol the streets of Hogsmeade every day after sunset. This is purely for the safety of Hogsmeade residents. When Sirius Black is arrested again, it will be cancelled. We hope that customers can complete their purchases before the evening.

"See?" said Ron calmly. "There are dementors all over the place, and I'd like to see how brave Blake is to break into the candy store in this situation. Anyway, Hermione, candy. Store owners always hear someone breaking in, right? They live in the candy store's attic."

"Okay, this may be the last and only time Harry will come to Hogsmeade Village." Clark's words had the effect of finalizing, "Besides, with the three of us here, even if Black does come, we will discuss it. Not good!"

"That's true." Hermione giggled, and Neville nodded.

Since they changed jobs and adapted to the new power system, they are extraordinarily confident.

"But Harry didn't hand in the signed application form, which is also a problem, so it's best not to be seen, especially Malfoy and the others. Didn't I ask you to wear an invisibility cloak?" Clark said again. ask.

"Of course I took it." Harry lifted the corner of his robe, revealing the transparent treasure underneath, "It's just that there are too many people here, and I'm afraid of bumping into others."

Gu Shi

"Gee, it's not easy for them to find Harry here," Ron said, raising his chin at the snow falling outside the window. "Clark, Christmas is almost here, and Harry should relax too."

"Okay, when I didn't say anything." Clark raised his hands, stopped talking about it, turned around and looked at the candy with Hermione and the others.

Ron grabbed Harry too and led him to the edge of the vat.

"See that sizzle bee candy, Harry?

And that jelly slug, that's a sour pop, and Fred gave me one when I was seven, and it just burned a hole in my tongue, and I remember my mom hitting it with a broom Fred..."

A few people walked around the store like this, picked out their favorite products, paid the bill, then left the candy store and walked into the blizzard outside.

Walking along the snow-covered path, they were the first to see the snow scene of Hogsmeade.

The whole village looks like a Christmas card: huts and shops are covered with a layer of crunchy snow, doors are garlands of holly, and strings of enchanted candles hanging on a tree.

Of course, it seems to be due to the news that Hogwarts Fire Dragon Park is about to open in advance. Today's Hogsmeade does not look as lively as in previous years.

"Where are you?"

They walked on the road with their heads bowed to protect from the cold wind, and Harry followed behind in an invisibility cloak, and could see nothing but a series of footprints, which also led Ron to keep asking, " Are you still there, Harry? It's a weird feeling..."

Harry could only touch Ron's back with his hand to signal that he was indeed following.

A few people passed by the post office next and went in to take a look.

Although it had been the last time, Ron and the others were still pretending to see how much it would cost to send an owl to Egypt, so that Harry would have time to look around.

But it's actually not too unusual here, just some owls sitting there, whispering to them.

There are probably two or three hundred of these owls, everything from great grey falcons to pocket minstrels ("local deliveries only").

They all perch on color-coded shelves for you to choose from, depending on how quickly you want your mail to arrive at its destination.

After teasing an owl small enough to sit on the palm of their hand, they headed out to Jokowi's magic joke shop.

That's the favorite place for Hogwarts students to visit, aside from the Honeydukes candy store.

The store sells ingredients for jokes and pranks, including "dung bombs," "burp candy," "frog egg soap," and "nose-biting teacups."

Harry was careful, for fear that he would step on others and cause panic, but he also gave Ron a low voice command, and handed Ron some Jin Galleons from under the Invisibility Cloak to let him buy things for him.

Just like that, when they left Joko, their wallets were much lighter than when they entered the store.

After walking out of the store and walking for a while, Ron said with his teeth chattering, "I said, how about we go to Three Broomsticks and have a Butterbeer?"

Clark and a few others were also desperate, and the cold wind was freezing, and their hands were almost frozen.

So a few people crossed the road, and after a few minutes, they got into the small bar in the alley.

The bar was extremely crowded and noisy, and the smoldering fireplace filled the room with smoke.

A good-looking, curvaceous young woman in a curvaceous state was greeting a rowdy group of wizards in front of the bar.

"That's Ms. Rosemerta," Ron volunteered. "I'll go get a drink."

After he finished speaking, he walked over with a blushing face, and Neville was afraid that he would be too busy, so he followed.

Clark, Hermione, and Harry squeezed into the innermost corner of the bar. Between the window and a beautiful Christmas tree, there was an empty table big enough for five people to sit, leaning against the fireplace.

Five minutes later, Ron and the others came back with five hot, frothy butterbeers in their hands.

This thing is called beer, but it's not quite right, because it doesn't contain alcohol at all, it just looks like beer.

After all, it is located near the school and dares to sell alcoholic beverages to minors. The owner of this store, Ms. Rose Merta, has no such courage, and it is similar to Aberforth Dumbledore, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar.

Moreover, it is not mulled wine, the taste of beer directly heated is really hard to describe!

"Merry Christmas!"

Ron, who was sitting down, raised his glass and said happily.

Clark took a sip, a sweet feeling spread in his mouth instantly, um, there is cream, butter, brown sugar...

The dense taste on the upper layer should be a caramel milk cover whipped with brown sugar syrup and whipped cream, and the irritating bursting feeling from the tip of the tongue should taste like soda sparkling water.

It's a pity that this thing is heated, if it's iced, I'm afraid it will have a better and unique flavor.

Several people were tasting drinks to warm their bodies when suddenly, a gust of cool wind ruffled their hair.

The door of the Three Brooms was pushed open, and Clark looked over the rim of the cup to see Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick swept into the bar side by side with a gust of snow.

Behind them was the tall, conspicuous looking Hagrid, who was talking intimately with a fat man at the moment.

The fat man was wearing a dark chartreuse bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak, and Clark recognized him at once. It was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Of course, Ron and the others also noticed this~www.readwn.com~ in a hurry, he pulled out the invisibility cloak on Harry's body, and while pressing his head under the table, he did not forget to cover the invisibility cloak on his body. on the head.

Butterbeer dripping from Harry's mouth, Invisibility Cloak over his head, crouching out of sight, empty glass in hand, eyes watching at the feet of the teachers and Fudge walking towards the bar, stopping, then turning his heels towards them Come here.

With a wave of Clark's hand, the psionic power of [Controlling Small Objects] was activated, and the Christmas tree next to their table rose a little from the ground, then drifted to the side and gently landed in front of their table, just in time to knock them a few. Everyone is covered.

They couldn't see the situation next door because of the dense foliage of the Christmas tree, but they could hear the sound of the four chairs at the adjacent table being pulled back, and then the muttering and sighing of the teachers and Fudge as they took their seats.

Immediately afterwards, Ms. Rosmerta's highly recognizable, crisp "da-da" sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor came almost together with her questioning.

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