The knight's bus came and went, but it was still incredibly fast, and in less than an hour it had whipped from Wirtshire, in the south of England, to the village of Hogsmeade in the Northlands.

It was only when the door of the bus was opened that Neville staggered out of it, and then he was holding on to a big tree on the side of the road.

"Gross-"

I don't know what he ate for breakfast today, but as he lowered his head and vomited happily, a puddle of mysterious yellow-white filth suddenly appeared on the ground.

It's no wonder that Hogsmeade Village is located above the mountain snow line all year round, and these pickled things are very conspicuous in the white snow, and even a white mist is emitted because the temperature is too low, which looks like a steaming scene.

Draco, who had come out after Neville, covered his mouth and nose at the sight, apparently the snowy sight that caused his own stomach to churn.

Recently, a large number of wizards have come to Hogsmeade Village, and everyone passing by at this moment has avoided them one after another. Most of them were hiding from Neville, but there were a small number of thoughtful ones, including Draco, who was getting out of the car with him, who was a target for them to avoid.

"Are you worried that I'm going to throw up too?" Draco glanced at them coldly, then stopped paying attention to Longbottom, turned his head and strode towards the village.

Originally, he was in a good mood when he watched Longbottom unlucky all the way in the car, but now he doesn't have that schadenfreude at all.

Speaking of which, Hogsmeade Village is the only village in the whole of Britain composed entirely of wizards, which is quite famous in the entire British wizarding community, and even in the global wizarding community. Because if an alien wizard wants to find a place to stay, in addition to the Leaky Cauldron Bar in Diagon Alley, the three broomsticks in Hogsmeade Village are the most popular.

The reason why the Leaky Cauldron Bar is so popular is because there has always been a shadow of the British Ministry of Magic behind the bar, and it is a bar with a bit of an official foundation; And the fame of the three brooms all comes from its beautiful boss - Ms. Rosmerta.

Of course, there may be wizards who know the history of the wizarding world and visit here because of the founder of Hogsmeade. Because the location of the three broomsticks seems to be the old address of Hangis, the founder of Hogsmeade, in the distant past.

As far as Draco knew, his father, Lucius, would have stayed at Three Broomsticks if he was coming to Hogwarts on an errand. Known for its cleanliness and class, this pub is a famous pub and guesthouse that pure-blood families don't mind sitting in.

However, as soon as Draco reached the door of the Three Broomsticks Bar, he knew that his good idea had been completely lost. If nothing else, just looking at the overcrowded appearance of the bar, he understood that it was impossible to find a chair to sit on the ground floor of the bar, let alone open a guest room.

Even Draco frowned at the thought that he would most likely not find a place to live in all of Hogsmeade. To be honest, although he could go directly to the school dormitory, the last place he wanted to go right now was undoubtedly Hogwarts.

Before leaving the door, Voldemort gave him a mission that was not a mission, saying that he had to show up at Dumbledore's funeral. Even if he couldn't figure out Voldemort's true intentions, he didn't think it would be a good thing.

"Are you really going?"

Draco carried a suitcase full of luggage and looked around.

The main road of Hogsmeade Village was full of people at the moment, but he felt an indescribable sense of loneliness, as if he could not find a place for him Draco Malfoy in this magical world.

Even though Draco had some tendency to grow up now, he was still a big boy after all. At an age when his mind is sensitive and he encounters a series of changes in his family, it is inevitable that there will be some wavering from his heart at some times.

Probably because he had been in place for too long, many of the crowds around him would glance at him a few times, as if they felt a little strange about a teenager standing on the side of the street in a daze.

These glances brought Draco back to his senses, and he lifted his left hand to brush his neatly combed blonde hair, and let out a soft breath.

Maybe in the end, he had to go to Hogwarts to watch the ceremony, for the safety of his family and for his own safety. But at least for now, he didn't want to go so early.

After regrouping his mind, Draco took another step and walked towards the other end of the village with his head held high.

He is Draco Malfoy, the sole heir to the Malfoy family. This identity brought him pride, but with it came more responsibilities and obligations.

Although he is not yet the head of the family, since he walks away, his words and deeds will represent the Malfoy surname. Even if there is a faint tendency to be weak now, no matter how down, you should maintain the most basic nobility and self-confidence.

This is the family education that Draco Malfoy has received since he was a child.

Draco was now heading to the old pub on the other side of Hogsmeade, the Hog's Head Bar.

There he had seen from afar at the previous Hogsmeade Open House, which was dirty and old, and really unworthy of his status as a Malfoy. But anyway, he has to find a place with a roof to live, right?

In some specific circumstances, a noble pure-blood wizard is not incompatible.

It wasn't long before Draco frowned and reluctantly pushed open the wooden door of the pig's head bar. After he walked in sideways, he couldn't help but shake his hand gently, as if he had touched something dirty.

"Waiter, I want to rent a room!"

"Wait there for a while!"

As I said before, the village of Hogsmeade has been crowded like goblins in the wizard's backyard lately, and you can see a large number of people everywhere. Even the pig's head bar, which has a very bad environment, is now full of people.

But at the very least, the number of customers here apparently seems to be much smaller than the three broomstick bars.

Draco made his way to the bar with the intention of giving it a try, and shouted past the crowd of guests in front of him. Although he couldn't see the scene at the bar, he quickly heard the response coming from inside.

"How did I hear that...... Isn't the waiter at this pig's head bar an old man? It's both a waitress and a boss here......" Draco wondered, "Why is it a female voice?" ”

It was only after some of the guests who had come to order at the bar returned to the tables on the periphery that Draco was able to get a glimpse of what was going on inside the bar.

It didn't matter if he didn't look at it, but this sight made his eyes widen immediately, and his face was full of surprise.

"Miss Werther?"

"Yo! Isn't this Master Malfoy? Why do you have time here today? ”

At this moment, it was none other than the Hufflepuff graduate of Hufflepuff House, Charlotte Witt, a famous witch and wizard who had been famous at Hogwarts in previous years.

Since being taken out of the family by Maca, she has remained at Hogwarts as a full-time assistant to the professor. Unexpectedly, during this Christmas holiday, he actually ran to this broken bar to work as a waiter!

"Miss Werther...... Are you working part-time here? Draco asked curiously.

Speaking of which, this Charlotte may be just a beauty among ordinary little wizards, but a child like Draco, who comes from a big family, knows some inside information.

Before he entered Hogwarts, his father had told him many times that some of his classmates must be befriended. If they really cultivate a good friendship, it will be a deeper foundation for their Malfoy family.

It's just that those ancient families inherited from ancient wizards are so easy to contact. Don't look at Charlotte's usual smugness, but I haven't seen her have a very in-depth relationship with any of her classmates! This is true for both men and women.

"Yes! Part-time ...... I have to earn some living expenses! ”

Charlotte still loves to laugh like that, and she talks more casually. But even so, it does not detract from her moving temperament as a big beauty, which is really amazing.

"What, Malfoy, for a room?" She looked at Draco and pointed upstairs, asking very naturally.

"Oh yes...... I need a room," Draco lifted his chin and nodded, returning to his old haughtiness, "You know, money isn't an issue. ”

Although he didn't say it explicitly, the meaning he wanted to express was very clear. Even if the rooms in this bar are already full, they have to smash one out with more gold gallons, and the Malfoys are so arrogant!

However, in the hesitant gazes of the customers around her, Charlotte at the bar smiled subtly.

Yes, the rooms at the Pig's Head Bar were also booked out a long time ago, and the wizards present knew about it. It's a pity that this is the news that Charlotte deliberately released.

In fact, this place, as another site of the Order of the Phoenix, has long since rejected all guest reservations at Maca's behest. In particular, Aberforth, the owner, has recently joined the Order of the Phoenix, and Charlotte, who remains here, is just a cover-up character.

As long as it's crowded with ordinary wizards, the risk of exposure can be greatly reduced, and this is a big retreat for Hogwarts, so how can Maca not be careful?

But all this, Draco didn't know.

"How many gold galleons are you going to pay? I can go and ask the guests upstairs for you......" Charlotte smiled at Draco, her eyes flickering with a glint called the Slaughterer, "If someone is willing to give up the room, it's not impossible for you to live in." ”