Chapter 628 Hogsmeade’s weekend trip (please ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!)

Slughorn clearly made a misjudgment. Felix thought to himself as he handed the honey wine to Snape with a stiff expression.

Slughorn should have been impressed by the inter-college friendship between Severus and Lily in that special context during the First Wizard War. It is no wonder that professors are often well-informed, but what they know is only superficial and rarely touches deeper conflicts and emotional entanglements between students.

In addition, when you see Harry using old textbooks in class - Harry is not short of money - Ezraghorn attaches importance to Harry and pays a little attention, you can find that the textbook once belonged to Snape.

"For you, Harry... Oh, I forgot, you're not a grown-up." Felix took back his hand.

"Oh, don't be too strict, Felix. It's okay to drink less." Slughorn said with his eyes blinking.

He seemed to find that Snape and Harry were not as he thought, so he flexibly changed the subject. He patted Harry on the shoulder, "It seems that I have kept you around too long. You should go find your friend, yes... hold it, Harry." After that, he picked up a goblet from the tray held by the passing house elf and handed it to Harry randomly.

Harry just wanted to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, and he thanked and left quickly. He was relieved until he felt the sharp eyes staring at the back of his head moved away, and Professor Slughorn's lively voice appeared behind him.

“…Amelia Bones, she did a good job, thinking back then…”

"Harry?" said a familiar voice.

"Nevil, why are you here?" Harry said in surprise. Neville hid under a wide golden curtain, with a string of flashing small lights hanging above his head, and his face was colorful.

"I, I'll come and rest for a while." Neville said cautiously.

Harry followed his gaze and saw the Greengrass sisters, wearing beautiful emerald green skirts, surrounded by a small group of people like stars and moonlight. He asked in confusion, "Why are you?"

"They... talk to me." Neville stammered, his face feeling scared.

"It's because of this?"

"Of course - not only Brees Shabini, Marcos Belby, and even Malfoy!" Neville said in shock. "They behaved strangely, like they had changed their own people." He suddenly raised his head, as if he was scared by his words.

Harry understood a little.

"Do you think they were hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse, or were replaced by someone with compound decoction?" he asked softly.

Neville looked at Harry's face carefully, "You know the reason, don't you?"

"Isn't this the social etiquette they advocate?" Harry said carelessly.

The two of them looked at each other speechlessly. Neville looked at Harry's goblet and asked casually: "Where did you get your juice?"

"Professor Slughorn." Harry said vaguely. He drank all the sweet juice and felt his throat blocked. He took out his wand and turned the cup into a small stool, sitting on it. Neville stared at Harry's stool.

"Need help?" Harry asked.

"Thank you so much." Neville said quickly.

So the two of them simply hid behind the curtain and sat on the small stool and chatted happily. Harry tried several times and successfully used a silent spell to bring over a plate of beef pie on the table.

"Do you want some?" Harry asked with a pie.

"Thank God, I'm so hungry." Neville smiled.

The two of them ate their voraciously, looking at the rest of the office. Until the singing on the ceiling disappeared, the two came out of the curtain.

"Oh, my goodness!" Hermione suddenly appeared and almost hit them. "Where did you come from?" She stared at the suspicious oil stains at the corners of the two of them-Nevil was holding an empty plate in her hand--and over their shoulders, looking at the golden curtains behind Harry and Neville.

"Stop it," Harry said, burping, while quietly stretching out one leg to push the stool into the curtain, "Is the party over?"

"I guess..." Hermione said, turning her head.

At this time, Professor Slughorn walked to the center and said with a smile: "I hope everyone has a good night tonight. I can guarantee that this will not be the last time..." The participants left one after another, and Felix and Snape walked to the corridor and whispered.

"What is hidden in Classroom 7?" Snape asked bluntly.

Felix raised his eyebrows.

“There was abruptly closed this school year, and the temporary room next door was very effective. I heard the complaints from the students,” Snape said. “And… the professor Basharat showed interest.”

He said a few simple words and turned around and left.

Is this a reminder? Felix thought that as far as he knew, Snape had been very low-key since the start of school, and it seemed that after Voldemort fell, he completely didn't want to pay attention to Harry and Dumbledore.

As time came in mid-October, the school finally posted an announcement to determine the date of the first Hogsmeade weekend.

Harry woke up early that morning, the sky was dark outside and the wind was sobbing. He stared at the curtains of the four-poster bed for a long time, but it was still difficult to fall asleep. So he simply took out the book "Advanced Potion Making" from under the bed to pass the time.

Since the extremely unpleasant small party, Harry has refused to take the Potions class with this textbook that embarrassingly, and he spent the past two weeks reading a book with Ron until Ron's Owl Pig brought the new textbook back from Lihen Bookstore.

After that, he put it on the shelf of this book "High-level Potion Making" - to be precise, it was under the bed.

Hermione's words saved its fate, and she was stuffing magic symbols into a ghost book. "To be objectively evaluating, this book is actually good, not to mention that there are many notes by Professor Hayp."

Harry thought about it himself that the reason why this book fell into his hands was entirely because he was the only one who could barely recognize Snape's sticky and messy notes. During the O.W.Ls exam last school year, he was responsible for sorting out useful notes, and when the new school year started, its value was greatly reduced.

Harry opened the book from the back of the middle and stared at the spell written in the blank space - Shen Feng Wuying, and there were simple words "to the enemy" below. In fact, there were more than these, there were two different fonts under it, and they were commented in neat small characters.

One of the notes is aimed at the spell itself: cutting spells, casting speed is fast and silent; a little practice can cut off a person's head, and it has better effect on stones and metals. The anti-spellent is to heal quickly, and recite three times (approved by the inventor of the spell).

It was this passage that once discouraged Harry.

And under Professor Hepp's comment, Hermione's comment (it can be seen that she was very annoyed at the time), 'Oh bad speech, is there violence in the mind of that boy? And I dare to conclude that this is an illegal spell...'

Harry grinned and laughed silently. He could have imagined how Hermione wrote the text, but although he was not sure why the professor would think of cutting his head - Harry thought it was terrible - it was undoubtedly a shiny warning to him.

Professor Haypu also left quite alternative comments on other handwritten mantras—

Toenail growth curse (small evil curse, good comedy effect); fuchsia (please make sure your opponent is wearing pants or not, depending on how much you hate him); close ear plugs and listen to the curse (must have in the library, Hermione's notes: catch you, professor!); and sticky jaw curse (the effect is to stick your tongue to the upper palate, which can assist in practicing silent casting).

Harry stared at the instructions of the sticky jaw curse, and his thoughts floated elsewhere for a moment. Is this spell useful for practicing Animagus? Sirius once told them a particularly unreliable suggestion: using a coma and a petrified spell can prevent unconsciously swallowing (or chewing) Mandela leaves while sleeping. Harry thought that if the sticky jaw curse was added, there would be no need to worry during the day and at night...

Harry shook his head hard, it was definitely a bad idea.

The time to study Animagus was set after Halloween. Including him, Ron and Hermione, there were more than a dozen students who met the requirements. They had nearly a month to learn theoretical knowledge and then began their first attempt during Christmas, which minimized the troubles caused by difficulty in speaking.

In the morning, the students lined up in a long line, passed Felch's review in the envious eyes of the young wizard of the lower grade, and went to Hogsmeade to play.

"Where is Hermione?" Ron asked at the oak gate.

"I'm still fiddling with her book of Demonics, and she can't wait to fill it up." Harry said, looking around.

"Well, it seems that there are only two of us today," Ron sighed, but he quickly became excited, "How about going to Joko first? Then go to Fred and George's shops, and the Literary House. I need to add a few quills and finally have a drink with three brooms..."

"Uh, in fact-" Harry looked at Ron awkwardly.

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny appeared behind them and patted Harry on the shoulder happily, "Let's go."

Ron stared at his eyes and shouted incredibly: "You want to be with us?"

Ginny raised her beautiful eyebrows, walked forward and put Harry's arm on her face, and looked at Ron protestably. Harry felt very strange and wanted to pull her arm back quietly, but Ginny insisted on not letting go.

"I think," she looked straight at Ron, "it's time to show a good brother's role model."

Ron was dumbfounded.

"Are you still leaving?" Felch looked at them and shouted in a bad voice.

"Let's go!" Ginny turned her head, her hair rose up in the air like flames for a moment, dragging Harry away. Harry had never felt as much as she is now: the road from school to Hogsmeade was too long, and he didn't feel the joy of dating at all. Although Ginny was next to him, the rough sound from time to time behind him reminded him that Ron had not walked away.

"Where will we go first?" Ginny said happily.

"Uh...how about going to Joko first?" Harry racked his brains.

"Then what?"

"I think... can go to Fred and George's shop," Harry said slowly, "we might meet them."

"Good idea! What else?"

"...Go to Wenrenju to buy a few quills, and finally have three warm brooms to drink. What's the plan?" Ron suddenly spoke and asked muffled.

"Oh, it's terrible." Ginny said disgusted.

They separated at the entrance of Hogsmeade village - although Ron was not very happy, Ginny stared at him and refused to give up. "Who has anyone dated her sister?" Ron mumbled and walked away.

Harry and Ginny came to Joko, but the place had been blocked by wooden boards.

"Oh, terrible." As they turned toward the Weasley Magic Trick House, Harry suddenly screamed and took Ginny to a fork.

"What's wrong?" Ginny leaned her head and looked behind her.

"It's Professor Slughorn." Harry said nervously, Ginny chuckled in his ear, which made Harry feel itchy. He completely threw Ron behind his head and let Ron blow the cold wind on the street alone- "How about we go to Mrs. Pardif's teahouse for a cup of tea?" Harry mustered up the courage to ask.

It is a recognized dating site for couples in Hogwarts.

Ginny looked at him, her eyes seemed to be flashing with stars.

"What's wrong?" Harry said in a daze, his face a little fevered. He didn't know if his little thoughts had been discovered.

Ginny smiled so hard that she leaned back and closed, "Okay." She straightened her waist and said, stroking her messy hair.

There were already many people sitting in the teahouse. When they entered, everyone stared at them and looked at them. Two little girls in the corner pouted, with protruding chins and long black haired girls chirping and talking to their companions.

"Don't worry about them." Ginny said proudly, pulling Harry into it, but they walked around the smoky room and found no empty space. The two lower-grade girls were about to leave, and then sat back openly, hugging their arms in unison, frowned at Ginny.

"That's Romeda Wani, she's discussing how to give you a love aid in the club," Ginny said, looking around anxiously, hoping to free up a pair of seats.

"What?" Harry was shocked.

"Oh, don't make a fuss, some ideas are quite interesting." Ginny said casually, then her eyes lit up, "Let's go over there!"

Harry was wondering in his heart that he thought the situation was already obvious. Ginny was present at the time, but not only did she not stop her, she also participated in it, and at least heard a lot of "interesting thoughts". This annoyed him, and then he thought of a key question, club? What club?

Harry's mind was covered with an unknown shadow. Maybe he should find an opportunity to talk to the Clivi brothers about the management of the club. For safety reasons, this matter is urgent...

They came to the window where two people stood up, one of whom was an old woman with a delicate face, who was gracefully clad in her coat, and then she handed a gift box to Daphne Greengrass.

Harry saw a delicate smile on Daphne's face again, and he was somewhat allergic to this smile.

“…Transfer it to him for me.”

Daphne nodded, and the two walked out of Mrs. Paddif’s teahouse, one left and one right apart.

On the other side, Ron wandered aimlessly on the streets of Hogsmeade, sucking a licorice wand in his mouth, full of complaints. Then he saw an old woman in grey ragged clothes passing by. Ron glanced at him without taking it seriously, but the clumsy guy following behind the old woman attracted his attention.

"Hey! Don--" Ron shouted excitedly.

Suddenly, a magic wand pressed against his back.
Chapter completed!