Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Even in the cold late autumn, the shops in Hogsmeade are still bustling with activity.

A new ice cream shop opened here, and it was also bustling with people. Soul and Hermione went there together and ordered a version of the ice cream with added ingredients. Each of them had a spoon, and they walked side by side on the street, giving each other a scoop, while listening to Talking with classmates.

Harry had said before he came to Hogsmeade that he had an agreement with Sirius, and specifically invited Soul and Hermione to sit together at the Shrieking Shack on the edge of Hogsmeade.

However, Soul had made an agreement with Fred and the others in advance to go to the Three Broomsticks to find them later. Soul did not refuse Harry's invitation, but said that he and Hermione would go shopping for a while before looking for them.

When they walked near the Three Broomsticks, Soul and Hermione had already finished the ice cream in their hands. Eating ice cream on a cold day is a very special treat. It feels like the whole person is blended into the cold wind. There is no trace of weirdness. Feel cold.

Soul had just thrown the shell into the trash can at the door of the Three Broomsticks, clapped his hands and was about to take Hermione's hand, when the two of them bumped into a witch wearing jeweled glasses, followed by a witch holding a Middle aged man with camera.

It's Rita Skeeter.

Her eyes clearly lit up, and she quickly stopped in front of Soul and Hermione, her eyes glancing at the hands held by Soul and Hermione.

"Ah, hello, Soul Bones, and this..." Rita Skeeter quickly took out a piece of parchment and quill from the crocodile leather bag slung on her body, and let go of them. Just floating in the air, "Is he a Gryffindor student?"

"What a coincidence. Can you two accept a brief interview with me?"

"No, ma'am." Soule didn't have a good impression of the reporter Rita Skeeter and simply refused.

"Great." Rita said happily, as if Soul said 'ok', "Then let's go in quickly and start the interview."

With that said, she wanted to turn around and go back to the bar.

"I think what I said is very clear, madam." Suer frowned, "We are not willing to accept your interview. Please give way, you are blocking our way."

Rita Skeeter's face froze, but soon she smiled again.

"Oh, it was my oversight, Mr. Bones." She looked like I've seen through you. "I'm sorry, I described you too little in the last report. I promise, this time you It will definitely be on the front page.”

"Haha, thank you for your kindness, madam, but it's not what you imagined." Suer refused coldly, "We made an appointment with our friends to meet here, please give me permission."

As he said that, Sol didn't care about Rita's reaction, took Hermione's hand and squeezed the photographer man away without hesitation.

The wizard seemed a little angry and wanted to reach out to grab Soul, but Rita stopped him.

A smile appeared on Rita's lips, her eyes twinkled. She looked at Soul and Hermione's hands holding each other, and the quill was writing on the parchment. She seemed to have already thought about what she was going to tell next. Such a story.

"Are you so mean to a reporter from the Daily Prophet?" Hermione looked at Soul quarreling with Rita Skeeter quietly, and now she was squeezed into the crowd, she was a little worried.

"What can I do? Arrange me?" Suer didn't care at all, "She doesn't dare..."

"I see George and Fred."

After saying that, Soul took Hermione's hand and changed directions and squeezed into the crowd, "Jean, thank you..."

Fred and George sit with their good friend, Lee Jordan, the commentator who has temporarily lost his job as there is no Quidditch event this year.

Neville and Hannah sat nearby, playing with some cards. There were several boxes of chocolate frogs on the table.

"Hey, Hannah, what are you doing?" Hermione walked over when she saw a familiar person, while Soul sat next to the two brothers.

"Look, our new invention." Fred and George showed Sule the yellow candy in his hand.

"What is it?" Sur picked up one curiously and looked around, "Candy for transformation?"

"No, no, no, Soul, turning into candy is out! I dare say, this must be a very popular product." Fred said proudly.

"Every little wizard who doesn't want to go to class will need him. Think about it, why should you face Snape when you can rest?" George added.

"Is it for skipping classes? Let me guess, does it make people who take it suddenly develop symptoms of fever, stomachache, and headache?" Suer suddenly understood, well, this is a product that every student studying in school wants. , sometimes I always don’t want to go to class.

"It's really boring." Fred was suddenly discouraged, "I originally wanted you to help us try it and see the effect."

"I just said I couldn't hide it from Soul." George smiled and patted Fred on the shoulder, and took out several different colors from his pocket.

"We made several candies with different effects based on our needs. This is a pepper-flavored one, which can make people feel very painful behind the skin and cannot sit in their seats. The best effect is this, which is apple-flavored, which can give people a headache. ..."

When George was introducing these candy flavors to Soul, a very conspicuous pair walked into the Three Broomsticks---Hagrid and Fake Moody.

Hagrid finally did not tie his hair into a ponytail, but let it hang loosely on the back of his head.

The big guy ordered a beer that was four times the size of an ordinary person, while the fake Moody insisted on drinking only what was in his own bottle, which was in line with the real Moody's habits.

Lady Rosmerta looked unhappy, probably because Moody's behavior was an insult to the warm mead she was so proud of.

In order to hide the truth from an old bee like Dumbledore, Barty Crouch Jr. had to imitate every word and action of Moody, not even a tiny detail could be missed. Eating habits were naturally a top priority.

After all, you have to do a complete set when acting~

However, the fake Moody probably didn't know that all his actions after arriving at the castle were like someone shining several spotlights on him, completely under Dumbledore's gaze.

I, who should cooperate with your performance, will turn a blind eye~

A melody suddenly popped into Sur's head. Sur shook his head, suppressed the thought, picked up the fruity sparkling water in his hand and drank it.

Hagrid quickly noticed Soul in the crowd, said hello to the fake Moody, then walked around the little wizards and walked to Soul.

"What are you doing?" Hagrid bent down and looked at the candies in George and Fred's hands.

"Hello, Hagrid." Fred said cheerfully, "We made some sweets and they taste great. Would you like to try them?"

"Oh, is it another prank?" Although Hagrid is a bit stupid, he is not stupid. He can easily see the cunning in Fred's eyes. "I can tell you, I just saw Mi Lewa is coming this way, you'd better be careful, in case she finds out..."

"This is not good news." George reacted quickly and immediately used his arms to sweep the candies on the table into his pocket and muttered.

"We don't want to get another warning letter from our mother."

"Thank you for the reminder, Hagrid." Fred picked up the butterbeer in his hand, "As a thank you, here's a toast."

Hagrid touched Fred in an unprofessional manner, then drank two-thirds of it in one gulp, burped, looked around, and pretended to lower his head to wipe his mouth.

"Listen, Soul..." he said, "Do you still remember the news I told you before? It's confirmed. Come to the cabin to find me at 12:30 tonight. Don't be discovered. Please tell Harry. , I haven’t seen him until now.”

"I understand." Soul nodded imperceptibly.

Hagrid straightened up with satisfaction, patted Soul on the shoulder with a smile and turned around to leave.