Chapter 230 Hogsmeade Village (Modified)

Not only Alan and the others were discussing, but all the little wizards in the third grade were talking about it, and no one wanted to miss this outing.

Ravenclaw's little wizards put their permission forms signed by their parents or guardians on the bulletin board, and the form folded itself into a paper bird and flew to the head of Ravenclaw's office.

It seems that Professor Flitwick arranged a spell similar to the one used by the Ministry of Magic to deliver messages on it, which made many young wizards who had never seen the market more interested in the charm class.

The morning before Halloween, everyone wakes up earlier than usual.

When Allen came back from the morning exercise in the Room of Requirement, there were many more little wizards in the auditorium than in the past. Everyone was dressed in clothes that were convenient for traveling, and they were happily talking about today's travel plans while eating—even Edward, who loved to sleep in. All at the Ravenclaw table.

In the distance, Allen saw Harry Potter on the Gryffindor long table. He looked very depressed, although he tried his best to hide his expression, and tried to behave as usual, while Ron Weiss Len and Hermione Granger were there to comfort him.

Knowing the reason, Allen didn't go over to ask for trouble, but walked in the direction of the Ravenclaw long table.

Penello, Michael, and Edward were chatting happily. Seeing him coming, Penello immediately handed Alan a piece of jam pie, and kindly advised these lower grade boys, "I suggest that you don't eat too much, otherwise it will be too late. Hogsmeade, you will regret it!"

Edward and Michael nodded again and again, and they yearned for Hogsmeade more and more.

After breakfast, Allen walked to the hall full of energy.

Administrator Filch stood just inside the gate, checking off a long list, watching every face warily, not letting anyone who shouldn't have slipped through the gate.

"Stay here, Potter?" Draco Malfoy exclaimed excitedly, he was in line with his followers Crabbe and Goyle, "Don't dare to pass those dementors?"

Penello glanced at Allen worriedly, and was surprised to find that Allen didn't make any moves.

In fact, Allen himself felt very strange, obviously he and Harry did not quarrel, nor did they have a stalemate, but after rejecting Harry, he felt that the atmosphere between them was weird. Perhaps both he and Harry were used to it: when Harry was in trouble, Alan would step up and shield him from the storm—just like Hermione and Ron did to him, and it was a matter of course.

But once this long-standing relationship is broken, everyone feels uncomfortable. When Malfoy saw Alan nearby, he immediately stopped taunting Potter and couldn't help but took a half step back a little timidly. But when he realized that Alan hadn't moved and walked away, he seemed to have realized something and laughed loudly. Said: "It seems that our savior is no longer protected by Harris! Some people are so pitiful that they can only stay in the castle alone."

Harry ignored Malfoy, did not look at Alan, walked up the marble stairs alone, and his figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Hermione and Ron glanced at Allen in confusion, then stared angrily at Malfoy and continued to confront him.

"Alan, you are not of the same class as them. Maybe you will find that people from our family and their mischievous people will never get together." Malfoy folded his hands on his chest , dragging his long voice and yelling at Allen a little smugly, which is annoying.

After hearing the other party's speech, Penello quietly pulled out his wand, as if as long as the other party said one more sentence, he couldn't help but act directly.

"Pay attention to your words," Alan was obviously not in a good mood, "otherwise this time it will hurt more than last time."

"If I were you, I'd be extra careful. It's no good being the savior's follower." Malfoy said slowly, pointing, with an abnormal blush on his pale cheeks.

As soon as Alan thought about it, he realized that he was referring to Sirius, but he was a little surprised, "Is Malfoy showing his favor to him? Why? He was beaten up by himself last time! Could it be that he was harassed? Inspired by coconuts,

Insane? "

"Do you guys still want to go to Hogsmeade?" Filch urged.

Malfoy glanced at Allen, gave up the confrontation with Hermione and the others, and left the hall surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Malfoy has always been a family that is very good at judging the situation from a long time ago." Luna walked over at some point.

Allen nodded, no matter what the reason, he has always been a person who would not offend me, and I would not offend anyone. At Michael's strong request, the group of Ravenclaws went to the Honeydukes Candy Store for the first time.

In fact, they're not the only ones doing this, Honeydukes is far more attractive to young wizards at Hogwarts than any other subject in the school.

Rows of shelves filled with the juiciest sweets, chunks of creamy yellow nougat, sparkling pink coconut sorbet, honey-colored toffee... hundreds of them neatly arranged Chocolate, a vat of Bibi's multi-flavored beans.

There is also a large bucket of zizi honey bee candy. Alan, who noticed it, was quite happy and his face was ugly. He knew that the recipe of this candy required the stinger of the Billywig bug, which is a kind of insect produced in Australia. Insects, about a foot long, blue all over, bright as sapphire—but absolutely nothing to do with beauty or cuteness.

Shaking his head, Allen turned to another wall full of "special effect" candies:

Blowing Super Bubblegum - Fills a room with bluebell-colored bubbles that last for days.

And that weirdly crunchy and crumbly fudge mint.

Tiny Black Pepper Boy - Breathe fire for your friends!

Ice Mouse - Hear Your Teeth Squeak!

Peppermint Ice Cream in the Shape of a Toad - Really Throbs in the Stomach!

Crispy feather candies woven with sugar threads, as well as explosive sandwich fudge.

"Eat this sherbet ball, you can float into the air." Penello pointed to those white, elastic and textured candies, and said happily, "But be careful not to eat too much Otherwise, it will float too high for too long."

Hearing that Michael seemed very interested, he put a lot of these candies into his pockets-this special effect reminded Allen of the stinger of the Billywig bug again, and if he was stung by it, people would go crazy. I felt dizzy, and then floated up flickeringly. It also made some young Australian wizards try to catch some billywig bugs and prod them to sting themselves. However, too many stings can lead to uncontrolled levitation that lasts for days. It may also result in permanent airborne exposure if an allergic reaction occurs.

"It seems that we acted faster today." Penello said.

"Why?" Michael looked around, completely attracted by the candy on the shelf.

"Because of this!" Penello pointed to the door of the candy store, where there was a notice posted.

Order of the Ministry of Magic

Customers please note that unless otherwise notified, dementors patrol the streets of Hogsmeade from sundown each day.

This measure is to protect the safety of the residents of Hogsmeade, and it can only be lifted after Sirius Black is arrested.

So all customers are requested to finish their shopping before sunset.

The little wizards glanced at each other and immediately joined the candy buyers.

Allen bought a large pile of Honeydukes' top-notch chocolates and asked the shopkeeper to mail them to Hogwarts.

The burly, bald shop owner was very happy, and repeatedly promised that the latest chocolates would be mailed to Allen.

When they came out of Honeydukes again, their pockets were swollen with all kinds of candy.

As for Michael, not only was his pocket drum, but his cheeks were also bulging badly.

"How much candy did you eat?" Edward exclaimed.

Michael Conaby smacked the ground, his expression looked very smug.

Edward was a little uncertain whether Penello was referring to the kind of candy just now, "Didn't Penello seem to tell you not to eat too much at once?"

As if confirming the correctness of the female student council president's warning, Michael stopped chewing, his expression froze, and he felt his feet lift off the ground—he was floating!