Hogwarts Everything is Three

Over the weekend, a strong wind blew outside Hogwarts Castle, and heavy snow wrapped in goose feathers hit the window.

Despite the bad weather, this was the first weekend allowed to go to Hogsmeade this semester, so the little wizards of Hogwarts got up early and prepared to go.

On the Ravenclaw student's long table, Allen put down his tableware and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin: "Luna, don't you go to Hogsmeade?"

"No, it's too cold outside. In addition, Helena and I joined the choir. There are activities today~" Luna's light silver eyes looked at the Gryffindor table not far behind Allen, and she stood suddenly. He got up, jumped to the side of Neville and Flyg who got up and wanted to leave, and patted Neville on the shoulder, "Neville, lend me your toad for a day."

"For some reason, she often acts like a child." Hermione also put down the fork in her hand and looked at the three people who were about to return to the Gryffindor common room to get Neville's pet.

"Perhaps because she is a child now." Allen shrugged. "According to Muggle research, you know that human behavior is affected by endocrine..."

Hermione still couldn't understand Luna's thoughts: "I still can't believe that someone like her would really want to go to some chorus... and bring Helena."

"Among the little wizards participating in the choir, the number of Ravenclaws is the largest among the four academies. This is Ravenclaw..." Allen leaned against the back of his chair. "In addition, it should be the sea this time. Linna took Luna over. When she practiced the horror calls of female ghosts during the summer vacation, she stimulated her addiction to singing. The soprano is very suitable for her."

At the end of breakfast, the noisy castle quickly recovered quiet, with Mrs. Loris II as a helper, Filch, who was holding the cat beside the oak gate, was checking the student’s name and detecting it with a detector. The time is greatly shortened.

"That explorer looks very painful when poked on her body." Hermione saw that some of the little wizards were poked by the long, thin explorer in Filch's hand and grinned. "The umbrella has to be improved."

"Don't talk about work on weekends..." Allen took Hermione's hand and walked towards the door. "But don't worry, I suspect that it was Filch deliberately..."

Hermione looked at the hands she shook, and now some think it’s a good thing that those Ravenclaws have their own weird hobbies-Hermione selectively ignored those who appeared in Allen after they left the castle. The Auror guards nearby began to approach Hogsmeade Village.

On the way the wizards walked to the village of Hogsmeade, there were students bending forward against the wind everywhere. After leaving the castle, their exposed parts were quickly frozen and aching. Except for a few small heirs from a wealthy pure-blooded family, the magic robes that Ellen customized for them on the students who took the ancient magic class just happened to come in handy. They are protected by a constant temperature curse. This wind and snow protects them. It's more like a kind of fun-of course, even if the hood of the exposed face is covered, it will inevitably be a little chilly.

Soon after the Auror guards, who were behind the palace, began to move, Ron’s loud voice complained in the distance behind them: "It's been so long, and you have brought the textbooks of ancient magic lessons everywhere, and Harry is bad. Hugging it to sleep, you have all become Grangers recently..."

"I want to power Malfoy back in the next practical class." Harry was a little helpless. He never took the ancient magic texts. For these in the magic theory and the modern ones they usually learned in school. Improving and perfecting the spell is quite difficult in learning.

"We don't have as much free time as you, Ron. You have to know that the work pressure of other courses is not small, he has to practice silent spells and organize Quidditch training..." Ginny gave Ron a white look. Make up for sleepiness! Although Allen has refined it, we have to use our free time to work overtime and study."

"Even if I go, I won't reach the level of hugging and sleeping!" Ron's eyes widened, with dark circles and bloodshot eyes, retorted unconvincingly: "Last night, I was lying on the bed with Harry. Talk about two walkers and my batter bat, but Harry only knows that he is holding a book and reading it, even I told him Oliver Wood has finally changed from a substitute to a main player in Puddermere United. Nothing can make him turn his attention back to me..."

Ron’s grieving tone and misunderstood key words reminded Ginny of the short stories in the witch magazines she had read, but she knew that her brother was just a dumb girl, this time it would not be like Being so vigilant last year, she just couldn't help but started giggling.

Harry looked at the red-haired roommate with embarrassment: "Ron... You have to go through it in your head next time you talk..."

Ron did not notice the problem. The cold outside caused him to wrap his robe around him: "I really envy you for having such a magic robe with a constant temperature. In Mrs. Morkin's robe specialty store, this kind of magic robe was applied. The asking price is very expensive... I knew... I should also take an ancient magic class... There are so many gifts to take."

"Hi, Filius." said a bell-like voice in front of them. Professor Slughorn, wearing a thick and gorgeous fur coat, was walking alone in the snow, with his hands in the big pockets of his coat, "I want to have a drink with you on three broomsticks." ."

Professor Flitwick, Dean of Ravenclaw College who met him head-on, replied in a shrill voice: "Horace is sorry, not today. I forgot about the choir training. Fortunately, Allen reminded me... "

Professor Flitwick, who didn't sit still much, shook his cloak, stepped on his calf and moved quickly and strenuously in the snow.

In the snow falling and falling, Harry heard the greetings from the professors of the new potions class and the professors of the spells class, and remembered Dumbledore’s orders to him. He suggested to his girlfriend and buddies with the same surname: "God so It’s cold, let’s go to the three broomsticks and have a butterbeer..."

There are not a few little wizards who have this kind of thought in this weather. Allen and Hermione have entered the Three Broomsticks bar at this time, and the warm and warm breath rushes over their faces. They found a corner stand and sat down. , And the three Aurors sensibly scattered around the bar and guarded themselves, instead of sticking to their guards as light bulbs.

"Professor Harris, I'm so glad to see you again." The charming Ms. Rosmerta walked away from the waitress Cheryl, who recently thought she was in a trance, and asked her to greet other students and the like. The guest, she herself walked to Ellen and them enthusiastically, and then nodded affectionately to Hermione, "My dear, what do you want to drink?"

"A glass of Butterbeer, some **** ale, and some lemon meringue, thank you." After that, Hermione's attention was attracted by the huge TV on the wall of the pub.

"Good morning, Ms. Rosemerta, do you have Gordigan tea? I like the taste of it a little bit lately." Allen faded the hood on his head behind him and stroked his hair to make them meticulous again. It’s a bit cold. Try to give him some strong, such as Fire Whiskey, when you bring him to the Black Lake."

"Well... Although it is not on the menu, I think I can make some for you." Ms. Rosmerta was a little surprised by Allen's choice, knowing that Godigan tea is a drink made from the plant Godigan. The taste is bad. It presents a lavender like beet juice, and it tastes like squeezed bibito beans into juice-but as a major patron of a tavern, this strange taste is still very satisfying for Ms. Rosemerta, after all. Gordigan used as a spice is somewhat similar to onions with a strong smell, and there are still quite a few in the kitchen of Three Broomsticks.

"Alan, when did you like to drink this thing? Mr. Xenofilius Lovegood gave me a soak last time, and it tastes worse than Millison Burst’s compound soup... "Speaking, Hermione swallowed the discomfort caused by the memory and the saliva.

"... I was also made by Xenofilius... After you drink it too many times, I think you can get used to its taste. The host of "Tutz Sprout and Root Show" has three green thumbs. Tilden Toots talked about its benefits on TV." Allen pointed at Wizard TV with his chin, and then remembered the guards who had been scattered just now, "By the way, the three Aurors for me The guards had a full breakfast...well, two sets for that bearded man."

"Since the installation of Wizard TV, the business of the tavern has been better every day. Even the wizards who have TV at home like to come here to watch with others when there is a live Quidditch." Ms. Rosmerta took a few menus , Twisted her curvaceous figure, "Even if I bring breakfast, after the mysterious man comes back, we can rely on these Aurors in Britain to be so peaceful."

But if Hermione at this meeting didn't hear her, she tapped her fingers on the table and watched the Wizard TV intently. The show was reporting the continuing disappearance of Muggles from other countries.

"Many people who come to drink here believe that these must be done by the Death Eaters, but let me say that as long as Minister Harris is there, there is nothing to worry about." Mrs. Rosmerta blinked at Allen. "Does their crimes abroad mean that they have been squeezed out of Britain?"

At this moment Harry and the others also walked into the three broomsticks.

"Harry, here!" Seamus Finnigan saw his roommate come in and waved again and again.

Seamus had been close to Dean Thomas in their dormitory, but Dean didn’t report to the archeology and magic class this year, so Seamus’s degree of intimacy with him dropped a little and changed to Harry, who had an alliance in the practice class. Human relations are better.

Dean is not the best student. When he took the third grade course, he simply closed his eyes and used a magic wand to mess with the timetable. He was also lazy in the history of magic class, and he could not quickly learn how to do it in metamorphosis. Hedgehog turned into a pincushion, and could not resist Moody’s Imperius Curse. He also hopped around the classroom three times with one leg and sang the national anthem in his mouth. He successfully defeated Bogut in the third grade. His Bogut is just a crawling hand-unlike Neville and Floyd, his talent for casting spells is not bad, but he prefers to spend his energy on football and the little witch and Gryffindor Draw some posters and things like that.

Can't resist Seamus's enthusiasm, and had to come to his long table and sit down, Ginny immediately got up and asked: "What do you want to drink? I'll go to the bar and get a bit faster."

"Butter beer," Ron said with a grin.

"Me too." Harry also freed his head from his hood, but looked diagonally across, and saw Pansy Parkinson appearing not far from him with the tray and a lot of snacks and drinks on it. At that point, the other party apparently noticed Harry's gaze, she just gave him a cold look, and then walked to the long table of Draco and his party and ignored him.

"Harry, go together, you have to help me serve the wine, Ron, don't come here, I saw Cheryl standing behind the bar." Ginny tugged at Harry, so that her boyfriend came back to his attention. Put it back on himself, and then the two of them walked to the bar.

On the seat, Ron, who was left, took off his thick coat with great effort, and sat beside Seamo staring at each other's robe, "Your robe is really convenient, I have to save I also buy myself a thermostat for my pocket money. My mother won’t spend money on it for us..."

"Your father has made a lot of money in recent years. I heard that some flying cars he remodeled recently will be on the market soon..." Seamus said dryly to Ron, and found that the other party's attention was not on him. Hmm? Ron, what are you staring at? O...Mrs. Rosmerta... She is indeed beautiful except for her age..."

"No, I'm not watching..." Ron said hurriedly and took his gaze away from the bar-since he was pacified by the charming proprietress when he clashed with the waitress Cheryl at the end of last semester. He had always liked Ms. Rosmerta and couldn't help but stare at her secretly every time he came to the three broomsticks to get the other's attention.

The chatting not far away caused the embarrassment of understanding and saving Ron: "I have an old man skiing on Clarkeby Mountain. We have a Norwegian-style sleigh made by ourselves..."

Seamus and Ron followed their prestige, and saw Professor Slughorn's voice like Hong Zhong, bragging to their current colleagues in gestures.

Ron twisted at the beginning ~www.ltnovel.com~ through the gap of the stair railing, his gaze froze.

In the more private corner of the deck, sitting in the same row of seats, Hermione and Allen clasped their hands. The ancient magic lesson professor was lowering his head and leaning to the ear of his female student, whispering something, holding Hermione Hermione giggled very nonchalantly.

The two were sitting quite close, knees close to each other, and leaning together quite affectionately. Hermione was looking down at the cross-fingered hand raised on the table, her eyes softer than usual as the Gryffindor female prefect.

This scene made Ron unable to look away, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

"Ron, Ron." Seamus bumped Ron with his elbow. Ron tilted his head as if burned by fire. Seamus sneered, "They are just holding hands... you should Look over there, kissing your little mouth there..."

Seamus smirked and pointed to a hidden corner behind a hanger beside the bar. Ron's eyes widened, and Ginny and Harry, who were ready to serve drinks, hid there and kissed.

Ron took a few heavy breaths, and pursed his lips angrily. "I have to go."

"What's the matter?" Seamus asked. "You're not serious, are you?"

"That's my sister and best friend!" Ron leaned forward, glancing in the direction of Harry and Ginny with bulging eyes.

"Of course it is your sister and best friend! But isn't it better? I mean, if I were you, shouldn't Harry be Ginny's best choice than everyone else?" West Mo indifferently shrugged, "You should find a girlfriend by yourself. I heard Dean’s new girlfriend say that Lavender Brown seems to have a good affection for you. If Harry and Ginny see you kissing in the future What about Lavender? Do you want them to go away too?"