Chapter 113 Hogsmeade
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Su Er picked up the little girl and ran downstairs without changing into her pajamas.
Mr. Bones was sitting comfortably on the sofa with the morning paper, and the kitchen light was on.
"Are you up?" Mrs. Bones, who heard the voice, came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of sandwiches and milk, smiling softly, "Come and have breakfast."
"The Christmas tree is pretty good." Mr. Bones took off his glasses with a smile on his lips.
"Why are you back early?" Suer asked curiously after finishing a glass of milk, "Isn't it until Christmas Day?"
"Mr. Granger told me you were home, so we came back," Mr. Bones explained with a smile.
"Won't it delay business?"
"No, the matter was discussed long ago." Mr. Bones folded the newspaper and placed it neatly in the newspaper shelf. "I will go to the company and come back at noon."
The following days were like any other, but Suer said goodbye to Lazy Sleep completely.
People who have children should understand that children wake up early every day and are extremely energetic.
And because she hasn't seen her brother for three months, the little girl basically clings to him all day long.
Hermione didn't reply until Christmas day, wondering if things were going well.
Or is it the same as the original plot development, turning into a cat girl with two ears?
Cat girl eh...
By the way, Soul sent Dumbledore a Christmas gift this year, which were hand-knitted wool socks in a variety of colors. Of course he didn't knit them himself, and a beautiful hat for Professor McGonagall.
Hagrid finally sent the horn of the bicorn to Sur, which made Sur have to sigh that Hagrid really couldn't treat gold Galleons as gold Galleons.
The cover letter mentioned that he liked the wine that Suer gave him very much, and invited Suer to taste it next time he came to his cabin. The big man seemed to have forgotten that Suer was only 12 years old this year, far from being able to Drinking age.
Also, there were two more people at this year's Christmas dinner, Mr. Granger and his wife. The two women started working in the kitchen early in the morning.
Mr. Bones and Mr. Granger went to the wine cellar to select drinks. They both had the same hobby. They were not alcoholics, but they liked wine tasting.
"Sul, where are the bottles of Rémy Martin I put on the shelf?" Mr. Bones looked at the empty wine rack blankly.
oh!was discovered.
Of course, Mr. Bones would not blame him, but he felt a little sad. Those bottles of wine were not expensive, but due to the vintage and raw materials, the taste was better than other vintages, which was quite rare.
A few days after Christmas, Soule made the journey back to the castle, taking with him many things that Mrs. Bones and Mrs. Granger had prepared.
Before leaving the castle, he specifically asked Professor Sinistra and learned that there would be a thunderstorm after Christmas, but he didn't know at what time.
Although he was reluctant to leave, Su Er left home early.
Angel began to get used to it. This time she didn't cry when Su Er left her. She gave Su Er a hug in a sensible manner.
"Be good in school," she said.
Su Er nodded the little girl's smooth forehead in a funny way, then got in the car and drove away.
It’s another full day of travel, and the Hogwarts Express doesn’t live up to its name.
When he returned to the castle, it was Hagrid who came to Hogsmeade to pick him up. The big guy couldn't bear the loneliness of waiting. His red face showed that he had drank a lot.
"Hiccup..." Hagrid burped, laughed, and hugged Soul. The strong smell of alcohol on his body made him fall backwards.
"Are you interested in visiting Hogsmeade? This is the only wizard village in the whole country."
"Of course." Suer nodded. He had never been here before and had only heard from seniors in the third grade and above how interesting and fun it was here and how charming Ms. Rosmerta in the Three Broomsticks bar was.
So Hagrid took Soul out of the train station through the other side of the path and came to a small village with thatched roof cottages and shops.
The afterglow of Christmas has not yet passed, and the trees beside the road are covered with enchanted decorations and burning candles.
The store was brightly lit, and faint voices could be heard coming from inside.
When passing by the Literary Bureau Quill Shop, Soul went inside and picked out two quills, one pure white with black in between, and one pure black with white in between. He planned to give the white quill to Hermione when he got to the castle later.
Of course, Honeydukes Candy Shop cannot be missed. Hagrid gave him a big bag of Candydukes’ old product---sticky candies.
"It's very interesting and very delicious," Hagrid said. "I tried making it myself, but it never tasted as good as theirs."
"The Screaming Shack." Hagrid introduced Soul to him while taking him with him. "This is a very famous attraction. There used to be unknown screams here, and people thought it was haunted. This is ridiculous. .”
"I think there is a naughty ghost or a ghoul that likes to yell. The Weasley family has a ghoul that likes to hit steel pipes with a spoon..."
"You can come to Hogsmeade when you are in the third year of Hogwarts. On Saturday, if you are interested, you can bring your friends here to explore."
Sur looked at the Shrieking Shack, which was clearly distinguishable from other buildings, and nodded silently.
"I will, Hagrid."
If he remembered correctly, there was a secret passage under the Whomping Willow that could lead here.
"The Three Broomsticks." Hagrid suddenly stopped, "Would you like to try their drinks? It tastes very good. The mead is great. Oh, I forgot that you are still young and can't drink, but you can try it. Try their non-alcoholic drinks.”
"I invite you to drink."
"Okay." Suer said calmly.
So, Hagrid opened the door, and a burst of noisy sounds and warm air with a slight smell of alcohol rushed in his face.
"Good evening, Ms. Rosmerta." The loud voice suddenly drowned out the noise inside.
"Hagrid?" A voice came, and Soul looked over. It was Professor Flitwick. He was sitting on a high stool and waved to them.
Sitting opposite Professor Flitwick was Professor McGonagall. She seemed to be in a good mood, with two blushes on her face, and nodded to them with a slight smile.
In addition, there was a fat old man and a few people Su had never seen in school.
"Good evening, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid led Soul towards their table, and Soul greeted them respectfully.
"Mr. Bones?" Professor McGonagall said, "If I remember correctly, we should still be on vacation now, right?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall, there is no magic book at home and there is no way to practice magic, so I came back early." Suhr responded.
Professor McGonagall nodded, "The power of magic is indeed fascinating, but I suggest you not to be too obsessed with them."
"Don't be so serious. You're here to relax today and collect your aura, Minerva." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "It's a good thing to love learning."
"Would you like a cup of snail cherry syrup soda?" Professor Flitwick winked at Soul.
Mr. Bones was sitting comfortably on the sofa with the morning paper, and the kitchen light was on.
"Are you up?" Mrs. Bones, who heard the voice, came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of sandwiches and milk, smiling softly, "Come and have breakfast."
"The Christmas tree is pretty good." Mr. Bones took off his glasses with a smile on his lips.
"Why are you back early?" Suer asked curiously after finishing a glass of milk, "Isn't it until Christmas Day?"
"Mr. Granger told me you were home, so we came back," Mr. Bones explained with a smile.
"Won't it delay business?"
"No, the matter was discussed long ago." Mr. Bones folded the newspaper and placed it neatly in the newspaper shelf. "I will go to the company and come back at noon."
The following days were like any other, but Suer said goodbye to Lazy Sleep completely.
People who have children should understand that children wake up early every day and are extremely energetic.
And because she hasn't seen her brother for three months, the little girl basically clings to him all day long.
Hermione didn't reply until Christmas day, wondering if things were going well.
Or is it the same as the original plot development, turning into a cat girl with two ears?
Cat girl eh...
By the way, Soul sent Dumbledore a Christmas gift this year, which were hand-knitted wool socks in a variety of colors. Of course he didn't knit them himself, and a beautiful hat for Professor McGonagall.
Hagrid finally sent the horn of the bicorn to Sur, which made Sur have to sigh that Hagrid really couldn't treat gold Galleons as gold Galleons.
The cover letter mentioned that he liked the wine that Suer gave him very much, and invited Suer to taste it next time he came to his cabin. The big man seemed to have forgotten that Suer was only 12 years old this year, far from being able to Drinking age.
Also, there were two more people at this year's Christmas dinner, Mr. Granger and his wife. The two women started working in the kitchen early in the morning.
Mr. Bones and Mr. Granger went to the wine cellar to select drinks. They both had the same hobby. They were not alcoholics, but they liked wine tasting.
"Sul, where are the bottles of Rémy Martin I put on the shelf?" Mr. Bones looked at the empty wine rack blankly.
oh!was discovered.
Of course, Mr. Bones would not blame him, but he felt a little sad. Those bottles of wine were not expensive, but due to the vintage and raw materials, the taste was better than other vintages, which was quite rare.
A few days after Christmas, Soule made the journey back to the castle, taking with him many things that Mrs. Bones and Mrs. Granger had prepared.
Before leaving the castle, he specifically asked Professor Sinistra and learned that there would be a thunderstorm after Christmas, but he didn't know at what time.
Although he was reluctant to leave, Su Er left home early.
Angel began to get used to it. This time she didn't cry when Su Er left her. She gave Su Er a hug in a sensible manner.
"Be good in school," she said.
Su Er nodded the little girl's smooth forehead in a funny way, then got in the car and drove away.
It’s another full day of travel, and the Hogwarts Express doesn’t live up to its name.
When he returned to the castle, it was Hagrid who came to Hogsmeade to pick him up. The big guy couldn't bear the loneliness of waiting. His red face showed that he had drank a lot.
"Hiccup..." Hagrid burped, laughed, and hugged Soul. The strong smell of alcohol on his body made him fall backwards.
"Are you interested in visiting Hogsmeade? This is the only wizard village in the whole country."
"Of course." Suer nodded. He had never been here before and had only heard from seniors in the third grade and above how interesting and fun it was here and how charming Ms. Rosmerta in the Three Broomsticks bar was.
So Hagrid took Soul out of the train station through the other side of the path and came to a small village with thatched roof cottages and shops.
The afterglow of Christmas has not yet passed, and the trees beside the road are covered with enchanted decorations and burning candles.
The store was brightly lit, and faint voices could be heard coming from inside.
When passing by the Literary Bureau Quill Shop, Soul went inside and picked out two quills, one pure white with black in between, and one pure black with white in between. He planned to give the white quill to Hermione when he got to the castle later.
Of course, Honeydukes Candy Shop cannot be missed. Hagrid gave him a big bag of Candydukes’ old product---sticky candies.
"It's very interesting and very delicious," Hagrid said. "I tried making it myself, but it never tasted as good as theirs."
"The Screaming Shack." Hagrid introduced Soul to him while taking him with him. "This is a very famous attraction. There used to be unknown screams here, and people thought it was haunted. This is ridiculous. .”
"I think there is a naughty ghost or a ghoul that likes to yell. The Weasley family has a ghoul that likes to hit steel pipes with a spoon..."
"You can come to Hogsmeade when you are in the third year of Hogwarts. On Saturday, if you are interested, you can bring your friends here to explore."
Sur looked at the Shrieking Shack, which was clearly distinguishable from other buildings, and nodded silently.
"I will, Hagrid."
If he remembered correctly, there was a secret passage under the Whomping Willow that could lead here.
"The Three Broomsticks." Hagrid suddenly stopped, "Would you like to try their drinks? It tastes very good. The mead is great. Oh, I forgot that you are still young and can't drink, but you can try it. Try their non-alcoholic drinks.”
"I invite you to drink."
"Okay." Suer said calmly.
So, Hagrid opened the door, and a burst of noisy sounds and warm air with a slight smell of alcohol rushed in his face.
"Good evening, Ms. Rosmerta." The loud voice suddenly drowned out the noise inside.
"Hagrid?" A voice came, and Soul looked over. It was Professor Flitwick. He was sitting on a high stool and waved to them.
Sitting opposite Professor Flitwick was Professor McGonagall. She seemed to be in a good mood, with two blushes on her face, and nodded to them with a slight smile.
In addition, there was a fat old man and a few people Su had never seen in school.
"Good evening, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid led Soul towards their table, and Soul greeted them respectfully.
"Mr. Bones?" Professor McGonagall said, "If I remember correctly, we should still be on vacation now, right?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall, there is no magic book at home and there is no way to practice magic, so I came back early." Suhr responded.
Professor McGonagall nodded, "The power of magic is indeed fascinating, but I suggest you not to be too obsessed with them."
"Don't be so serious. You're here to relax today and collect your aura, Minerva." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "It's a good thing to love learning."
"Would you like a cup of snail cherry syrup soda?" Professor Flitwick winked at Soul.
