Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 224 Hogsmeade
Hogsmeade is a pure wizarding village near Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

According to the Hogwarts School Library's "Magical Historic Monuments", it was also the headquarters of the goblin mutiny in 1612.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stipulates that only students in the third grade and above can go there on specific Saturdays, and must have the guardian's signature permission.

Of course, this provision has recently been repealed.

First of all, the former principal Snape resigned, and now it is hard to infer that a temporary principal has been appointed.

Then, because of the recent obstacles in the reorganization of the Ministry of Magic, people are not sure that their children will continue to stay in Hogwarts.The remaining children can go to Hogsmeade every day accompanied by the professor.

"Here, Hogsmeade is the only village in England that is full of wizards and no Muggles."

They walked past Hogsmeade Railway Station. The buildings on both sides were full of Nordic style and very clean, but they were covered with crystal snow.

This platform is the final stop of the Hogwarts Express after it leaves platform nine and three-quarters. The small, dark platform is built beside a large lake.A road leads to Hogwarts Castle along the lake, and the opposite direction leads to Hogsmeade village on the other side.

A town of pure wizards.

only.

Then it's really a place for pure-blood wizards who are deeply racist and extremely Muggle-averse.

"There are many pure-blood wizard families gathered around here, and some half-blood wizards are willing to settle here...Of course, they are all wizards."

Dumbledore said,
"After Horace Slughorn returned to teach at Hogwarts a few years ago, he bought a property near here... It is said that the goblins at Gringotts wanted to give him a loan... Slug The Horn family's fortune is innumerable."

Slughorn.

It's a very sacred surname.

It is one of the 28 sacred families in the wizarding world, with industries all over Europe.

Although the Slughorns are not extreme in their belief in pure blood, they still have a strong respect for the inherent advantages of the family.

There are no weird things that ordinary people can't see here, and there is no active, squirming fog. The ground is a bit slippery, and sometimes you can see goblins dragging their noses to the ground from the street to the street. .

They probably broke into someone's garden and were driven out, trembling all over the street looking for the next garden.

He Gang lightly touched a chubby ugly goblin with his toe, and it immediately waved its fists, murmuring something.

"They don't seem to be afraid of people," he said.

Dumbledore stared at the chattering goblin with an ugly expression on his face:

"It's scolding you."

As he spoke, he picked up his tattered and tattered rag clothes with one hand, and threw them into the garbage dump with a snap.

But it didn't seem to be convinced yet. It had a discarded turtle shell for fortune-telling on its head, and it poked its head out of the garbage and kept muttering.

"This is an important reason why although they sometimes have better brains than trolls, they are still not classified as humans."

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. It was obvious that the goblin was cursing harshly.

"During the negotiation, they caught and scolded whoever they were, and even angered a group of giants...so they were kicked out of the venue."

They passed by many strange shops.

Like Honeydukes Candy Shop.

“A candy store full of sweets of all kinds run by Mr and Mrs Ambrosio Froome, who live on the second floor of the store. Not only do they sell a wide variety of sweets, they also have homemade fudge and huge bars of chocolate."

"I love their lemon bars."

There is a small teahouse where fat golden angels throw candies to people from time to time.

"Madame Puddife's Tea House, I used to go there often."

It was a small, cramped teahouse, and everything in it was decorated with tacky lace, even the little round tables.The shop is on a corner of the main road.

It's definitely not the same as a Muggle village.

He Gang asked, "Do they live on the street?"

Dumbledore said, "No, but I know where he should be now."

He pointed to a tavern ahead.

The Three Broomsticks Bar.

"Is there a super pretty proprietress there?"

He Gang is full of interest.

He remembered that the original book had said this.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows:

"Mostly... Ms. Rosmerta has a lot of fans at school, and Horace Slughorn is quite fond of her."

"I remember it used to be called Two Broomsticks."

"It's been called that before..."

He Gang took a deep breath.

The memory implanted in him by the system is very detailed, as if he had really lived here.

Normally, bars are extremely crowded, noisy, hot and smoky.Almost every wizard who comes to Hogsmeade village will come to sit here.

But these days are really a little deserted.

Ms. Rosmerta, a mid-mature lady with a still charming charm, was sitting behind the bar holding a glass of butter beer, staring at the Christmas tree at the door before it could be removed in a daze.

There were few people in the bar, but it was warm.

In order not to be recognized by others, He Gang and Dumbledore did not show their faces, and kept hiding under the black cloak.

As soon as they entered, they were booed by several young wizards.

A little witch in the second or third grade smiled and said:
"Gentlemen, perhaps you should go to the Hog's Head at the end of the street!"

Some children whistled to her.

Like she's done something amazing.

"wrong."

He Gang ignored them, but frowned tightly, and some tiny goosebumps appeared on the surface of his body. Something instinctive and disgusting to him was here.

His gaze swept around, and he saw several Hogwarts professors forming a circle in the corner.

Apparently, they're centered around a fat guy these days.

that fat man...

Horace Slughorn.

"He really has a problem."

Dumbledore whispered.

In their eyes, Horace Slughorn's appearance became very strange. Every strand of his hair became a small wriggling tentacles, and the tips of the tentacles all grew with phallic things.

Under the occasionally raised tentacles, they could vaguely see a nearly rotten face hiding inside.

Moreover, Horace Sglasshorn has no lower body.

His upper body was standing on the chair, but his lower body was a mass of chaotic mist, in which occasionally bright spots like stars could be seen flickering.

"A very dangerous smell."

He Gang said that he could feel the aura in Horace Sgrahorn's body was very dangerous, but very shallow.

Just like...

The gift that fell through the fingers of a certain high position happened to fall on this person.

(End of this chapter)