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It was another very special Saturday, and Filch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the names of the students who had been allowed to go to Hogsmeade one by one. It was longer than ever, as Filch used his probe to test everyone over and over again.

"I don't like this thing. Michael stared at the long, slender probe and said, "This thing makes a certain part of my body feel cold." ”

His insulting remarks infuriated Filch, who was poked a few more times by the Crypto, and when Silver and Hermione, who had been laughing, walked with him outside into the wind, rain and snow, Michael bared his teeth in pain.

"Hey, you can't do that. Michael Turner complained, "It's really unfair, I'm just telling the truth, I'm going to be poked so many times, and you're just taking a symbolic test." ”

"Who made you talkative. Silver laughed, "I think you deserve it." ”

"Why didn't Ginny come with you?" Hermione asked.

Michael rubbed his hair, "Because- we've broken up." ”

"Why?" asked Hermione, curiously, "Ginny did everything with her brother for you. ”

"Well, I don't think she's necessarily for me. "Ginny Weasley is a very capable witch, and when I get along with her, I always feel like I'm being led by the nose." ”

Silver laughed, "Michael, are you admitting your incompetence?"

"Hell, I didn't say that. I mean-- even though I'm a pretty good man, I can't handle a witch like Ginny Weasley. “

Hermione let out a nasal voice disdainfully, "Do men often have the illusion that everything should be under their control?"

Silver was clever enough to pretend he hadn't heard anything.

The next way is Hermione's unilateral beating of Michael, a sinner who holds a "patriarchal ideology".

"Thank God," Michael pushed open the door of Duke Bee's candy store. The warm smell of the smell of butterfat sugar came to his face, and Michael shuddered and said, "I'm going to stay here for an afternoon, you don't have to worry about me anymore." ”

"Jack, kid!" said a bell-like voice behind them.

The three of them turned around and saw Professor Slughorn, wearing a huge plush hat, a coat with a matching plush collar, and a large bag of pineapple compote in his hand, who occupied at least a quarter of the space in the small shop.

"Jack. You slipped away with Miss Granger again halfway through your last party!" Slughorn affectionately poked Silver in the chest, "That's not going to work, kid, the essence of my party is basically at the end, you've missed a lot of great shows!"

"I'm sorry. Silver said, "But Hermione and I took too many classes, and we were under a lot of academic pressure—"

"Oh, I know, but you also have to learn to relax. If it is tightened like a bowstring, it will break at some point. Slughorn asked. "You said yes, Miss Granger. ”

"Uh, I think. Maybe yes. Hermione was a little overwhelmed.

"Thank you for your teaching, but we don't think we have much of a problem. ”

"Well, you're going to get good grades!" said Slughorn, "but there's no harm in having fun once in a while." So. How about Monday night, I'm planning to organize another party. ”

"Okay, Professor. But I can't promise to stay until the end. ”

"Again!" Slughorn exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Ah, well...... It's better to come than not to come, you know, Harry Potter has been hiding from my party, as if I was going to hurt him, and if you run into him, say I want to invite him too!"

He waved his hand vigorously and swaggered out of the candy store, barely noticing Michael, as if he were just a pile of cockroaches on display in the store.

Hermione looked at Michael, as if to explain something.

Michael closed his eyes, "Ignore me, don't explain, I know I'm a scumbag." Let's go, I just want to be a quiet beautiful man here. ”

"Let's go with three brooms," said Silver, "and let the beautiful man Michael think about life here." ”

They wrapped their faces in their scarves again and left the candy store. As soon as they came out of the warm, sweet Duke Bee's shop, the cold wind blew on their faces like knives. The streets were deserted, no one stopped to chat, and everyone was hurrying to where they were going. The only exception was the two people in front of them. They were standing outside the three broomsticks, one of them tall and thin, and Silver squinted his eyes and recognized him through his rain-soaked glasses as the waitress at the Hogsmeade's other pub, the Hogsmeade's Bar. As Silver and Hermione approached, the waitress wrapped his cloak around his neck and turned away, leaving the short man fumbling for something in his arms. They were less than a step away from the man, and Silver suddenly recognized him.

"Mondongues!"

The man with his legs out, with his long, messy ginger hair, was startled, and an antique suitcase in his arms fell to the ground and bounced open, containing all sorts of things, like the contents of an antique store's entire window.

"Oh, isn't this Master Jack? Mundungus Fletsch said, pretending to be very brisk, but not at all, "I'm just doing a little business here - don't let me delay you." ”

He crouched on the ground and fumbled to pick up the contents of the box, looking like he wanted to leave immediately.

"Are you selling these things?" asked Silver as he watched Mundungus grab a pile of missorted, tattered things from the ground.

"Well, there is no way, I have to find a way to make ends meet. "Oh honey, don't touch that, give it to me!"

Hermione was crouching down to pick up a packet of powdered objects.

"Wait," Silver said slowly, "I seem to know what this is—" (to be continued......