All things are three at Hogwarts

Over the weekend, strong winds blew outside Hogwarts Castle, carrying heavy amounts of snow and beating on the windows.

Despite the bad weather, this was the first weekend allowed to go to Hogsmeade this semester, so the little wizards at Hogwarts got up early to prepare for the trip.

At the table of the Ravenclaw students, Allen put down his tableware and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin: "Luna, why don't you go to Hogsmeade for a walk?"

"No, it's too cold outside. Besides, Helena and I participated in the choir. There are activities today." Luna's light silver eyes looked at the long Gryffindor table not far behind Allen, and she stood up suddenly. Come, skipping to Neville and Flagg who stood up to leave, patted Neville on the shoulder, "Neville, lend me your toad for a day."

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

"Maybe it's 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 actually wants to join some choir... and even brings Helena with her."

"Among the young wizards participating in the choir, the number of Ravenclaws is the largest among the four houses. This is Ravenclaw..." Allen leaned on the back of the chair, "Also, this time it should be the sea Lina brought Luna there. She developed her singing addiction when she practiced the scary screams of female ghosts during the summer vacation, and soprano is very suitable for her."

After breakfast, the noisy castle quickly returned to silence. With Mrs. Norris II as a helper, Filch, who was standing next to the oak gate and holding a cat, was checking the names of students and the names detected with detectors. Time is greatly shortened.

"It looks quite painful when the explorer pokes you." Hermione grinned when she saw some young wizards being poked by the long and thin explorer in Filch's hand. "Umbrella needs to improve it."

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

Hermione looked at the clasped hands, and now she felt that it was a good thing that the Ravenclaws had their own weird hobbies. Hermione selectively ignored those who appeared next to Alan after they left the castle. The Auror guards began to approach Hogsmeade.

As the wizards walked to Hogsmeade, students could be seen everywhere bending forward against the wind. After leaving the castle, their exposed parts soon became sore from the cold. Except for a few young heirs of wealthy pure-blood families, the magic robes customized by Allen on the students who took the ancient magic course came in handy. With the protection of the constant temperature spell, the wind and snow were very harmful to them. It's more like a kind of fun. Of course, the exposed face will inevitably feel a bit cold even if the hood is covered.

Soon after the Auror guards at the rear began to move, a loud voice from Ron complained again in the distance behind them: "For so long, you have been carrying ancient magic textbooks with you everywhere, and Harry is almost I slept with it in my arms, you all have become Granger recently..."

"I want to discharge Malfoy back to him in the next practical class." Harry was a little helpless. He had never taken ancient magic texts as an elective. Improving and perfecting the spell is quite difficult to learn.

"We don't have as much free time as you, Ron. You have to know that the homework pressure of other courses is not small. He also has to practice silent spells and organize Quidditch training..." Ginny rolled her eyes at Ron, "And there are also Catch up on the nap! Although it has been refined by Allen, we still have to use our free time to work overtime and study."

"Even if I go, I won't be able to hold him to sleep!" Ron retorted unconvincingly, his eyes wide with dark circles and full of red bloodshot eyes: "Last night, I was lying in bed with Harry Talk about the two Bludgers and my batsman's bat, but Harry just held the book and read it, even when I told him that Oliver Wood finally went from substitute to regular at Puddlemere United. Nothing can make him turn his attention back to me..."

Ron's resentful tone and a few misleading keywords reminded Ginny of those short stories in witch magazines she had read, but knowing that her brother was just a dullard, she wouldn't be like that this time. Being so alert last year, she just couldn't help but start giggling.

Harry looked at his red-haired roommate with an embarrassed look on his face: "Ron... you have to let it go over in your head the next time you speak..."

Ron didn't notice anything was wrong. The cold outside made him wrap up his robe: "I really envy you for having such a magic robe with a constant temperature. In Mrs. Malkin's robe store, you can find robes with this kind of magic." The asking price is extremely expensive...If I had known...I should have taken the ancient magic class...there are so many gifts."

"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 the coat, "I still want to have a drink with you in the Three Broomsticks." .”

Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw House who met him head-on, replied loudly in a high-pitched voice: "Sorry Horace, I can't do it today. I actually forgot about the choir training. Fortunately, Alan reminded me just now... "

Professor Flitwick, who didn't sit still for long, shook his cloak and moved his calves to move quickly and strenuously through the snow.

Amidst the falling snowflakes, Harry heard the greetings of the new Potions and Charms professors. He remembered Dumbledore's instructions to him and suggested to his girlfriend and best friend with the same last name: "Oh my god. Cold, let’s go to Three Broomsticks and have a cup of butterbeer first..."

There are many young wizards who have this idea in this weather. Alan and Hermione have already entered the Three Broomsticks Bar. The warm and warm breath hits their faces. They find a corner booth and sit down. , and the three Aurors were very sensible and spread out in the bar to guard secretly instead of standing next to the person they were guarding and acting as light bulbs.

"Professor Harris, it's great to see you again." The still charming Ms. Rosmerta sent away the waitress Cheryl, who she thought was in a trance recently, and asked her to just greet other students and the like. Guests, she herself walked towards Allen and the others enthusiastically, and then nodded affectionately to Hermione, "My dear, what would you like to drink?"

"A glass of butterbeer, some ginger juice, and some lemon meringue, please." After saying that, Hermione's attention was attracted by the huge TV on the wall of the pub.

"Good morning, Ms. Rosmerta, do you have Gordig root tea? I've been liking the taste of it lately." Allen took off the hood on his head and smoothed his hair to make it look neat again. "The weather has changed recently. It’s a bit cold, so when you bring Black Lake wine, try to give him something strong, such as firewhiskey.”

"Hmm... Although it's not on the menu, I think I can brew some for you." Ms. Rosmerta was a little surprised by Allen's choice. You must know that Gordig root tea is a drink made from the plant Gordig root. The taste is very bad. It has a lavender color like beet juice, and its taste is like squeezing Bibi's all-flavored beans into juice. However, as a patron of the tavern, Ms. Rosmerta is happy to accommodate this strange taste request. After all, Gordy The roots are somewhat similar to onions when used as a spice, and there are plenty of them in the Three Broomsticks kitchen.

"Alan, when did you start liking this stuff? Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood made it for me last time, and it tasted worse than Millicent's Polyjuice Potion..." said Then, Hermione swallowed down the discomfort caused by the memory and the saliva.

"...Xenophilius brewed it for me too... When you drink it too many times, I think you get used to the taste, Toots Sprouts and Roots Show host Thiel of Three Green Thumbs Dentus talked about its benefits on TV." Allen pointed at the wizard TV with his chin, and then thought of the guards who had just dispersed, "By the way, give it to my three Auror guards. A whole breakfast set... uh, two sets for the bearded guy.”

"Since the wizard TV was installed, the tavern's business has been getting better and better day by day. Even wizards who have TVs at home like to run here when there is a live Quidditch broadcast and watch it with others." Ms. Rosmerta clicked on the menu. , twisting her graceful figure, "Even if I gave you breakfast, the peace we have in Britain after the mysterious man comes back depends entirely on these Aurors."

But Hermione didn't seem to hear it at this moment. She tapped her fingers on the table and watched the Wizarding TV attentively. The program was broadcasting the continued disappearance of Muggles in other countries.

"Many people who come here to drink believe that these must be done by Death Eaters, but let me tell you, as long as Minister Harris is here, there is nothing to worry about." Mrs. Rosmerta winked at Allen. "Doesn't the fact that they commit crimes abroad mean that they are being pushed out of the UK?"

At this time, Harry and the others also walked into the Three Broomsticks.

"Harry, this way!" Seamus Finnigan waved repeatedly when he saw his roommate coming in.

Seamus had always been close to Dean Thomas in their dormitory, but Dean did not sign up for the ancient magic class this year, so Seamus became less close to him and instead formed an alliance with Harry and his group who had an alliance in the practical class. The relationship is better.

Dean was not the best student. When he was taking third-year courses, he simply closed his eyes and used his wand to mark random spots on the curriculum. He was also lazy in the History of Magic class, and he failed to quickly learn how to master Transfiguration. The hedgehog turned into a pincushion and could not resist Moody's Imperius Curse. He jumped around the classroom three times on one leg and sang the national anthem. He successfully defeated the Boggart in the third grade. His Boggart is just a crawling hand. Unlike Neville and Flagg, his spell casting talent is not bad, but he just prefers to spend his energy on football, the little witch and drawing some posters for Gryffindor. On this kind of thing.

Unable to resist Seamus' enthusiasm, she had to sit down at his long table. Ginny immediately stood up and asked, "What do you want to drink? I'll go to the bar and order faster."

"Butterbeer," Ron said with a grin.

"Me too." Harry also freed his head from the hood, but looked diagonally across the way, and saw Pansy Parkinson appearing not far away from him with a tray and a lot of snacks and drinks on it. , the other party obviously noticed Harry's gaze, she just glared at him coldly, and then walked towards the long table where Draco and his group were sitting and ignored him.

"Harry, let's go together. You have to serve me the drinks. Ron, don't come over. I saw Cheryl standing behind the bar." Ginny tugged at Harry, making her boyfriend come back to his senses and focus again. Putting it back on themselves, the two of them walked towards the bar.

On the seat, Ron, who stayed behind, took off his thick coat with great effort. He sat next to Seamus and stared at the other person's robe longingly. "This robe of yours is really convenient. I have to save it." I also use my pocket money to buy myself a thermostat, my mother won’t spend money on it for us..."

"Your father has made a lot of money in recent years. I heard that the flying car he recently transformed will soon be on the market..." Seamus said dryly to Ron, and then realized that the other person's attention was not on him, " Huh? Ron, what are you staring at? Oh...Mrs. Rosmerta...she is indeed beautiful except for being a little older..."

"No, I'm not looking..." Ron said and hurriedly looked away from the bar. Ever since he had a conflict with Cheryl, the waitress here, at the end of last semester, and was pacified by the charming landlady. He was very fond of Ms. Rosmerta and couldn't help but stare at her secretly every time he came to the Three Broomsticks to attract her attention.

The chatter not far away caused Ron's embarrassment to come to his rescue: "I have an old friend who skis on Mount Clarkby. We have a Norwegian-style long sled we built ourselves..."

Seamus and Ron looked around and saw Professor Slughorn's voice like a bell, gesticulating and bragging to his current colleagues.

Ron turned his head, looking through the gap in the stair railing, his eyes froze.

In a booth in a relatively private corner far away, Hermione and Allen were sitting in the same row with their hands clasped together. The professor of ancient magic was lowering his head to his female student's ear, whispering something, and pulled Hermione away. Causing a very un-Hermione giggle.

The two of them were sitting quite close to each other, with their knees touching, leaning against each other quite intimately. Hermione was looking down at her intertwined hands that were raised on the table, her eyes were much softer than usual as a Gryffindor prefect.

This scene made Ron unable to take his eyes away, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Ron, Ron." Seamus bumped Ron with his elbow. Ron immediately turned his head away as if he had been burned by fire. Seamus sneered, "They were just holding hands... You should Look over there, there are kisses on the little lips..."

Seamus smirked and pointed to a hidden corner behind a clothes rack next to the bar. Ron's eyes widened. Ginny and Harry, who had agreed to serve drinks, were hiding there and kissing.

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

"What's going on?" Seamus asked, "You can't be serious, can you?"

"That's my sister and best friend!" Ron leaned forward and glanced angrily in the direction of Harry and Ginny.

"Of course it's your sister and best friend! But wouldn't it be better? I mean if I were you, shouldn't Harry be Ginny's best choice compared to anyone else?" Mo shrugged nonchalantly, "It's time for you to find a girlfriend. I heard from Dean's new girlfriend that Lavender Brown seems to have a crush on you. If Harry and Ginny see you kissing each other in the future, What about Wende? Do you want them to go away too?"