Maybe he doesn't like sweet wine very much, Magos took a sip and felt that it was not for his taste, but recently his mouth has not been so mouthful, this time can be said to have tasted the sweet and sour, although he is not used to sweet wine, but at least it is much more delicious than the potion concocted by Madam Pomfrey, so he shook the wine glass a little, and drank it in one gulp with the same face as usual.

Harry took a sip of Butterbeer and frowned slightly, perhaps because he was a little unaccustomed to the taste of beer for the first time, but Ron took one sip after another, obviously not for the first time, and peeked at Miss Rosmerta from time to time.

The bar is still noisy, but it doesn't have the gritty clutter of other bars, from the spacious and bright interior, to the neatly arranged clean tables and chairs, and the large fireplace burning on the wall, all of which give guests a sense of peace of mind. Of course, there may not be those secrets inside, and the unknown wizard is also one of the important reasons.

While they would have liked to stay here a little longer, they only had one day to visit Hogsmeade, so after they had finished drinking, McGoth and Harry walked out of the Three Broomsticks with a reluctant Ron.

"Ron, you're an adolescent." McGoth quipped as he looked at Ron, who was still looking back.

"And Ms. Rosmerta may be older than your parents, what do you think?" He said this in a low voice, and he knows if the wizards who live here in this magical town have a habit of throwing away surveillance spells or props.

"But she's so beautiful." Ron said like a nymphomaniac.

"That's because you've seen too few women." Harry was merciless, he didn't want Ron to keep his expression like that all the time visiting Hogsmeade.

Ron ignored Harry's words, but soon sighed in frustration,

"I just think about it, and people won't take a fancy to me."

"It's good to know."

Ron was annoyed by Harry's words, but he couldn't refute it, so he sulked himself.

After passing by a few shops with relatively mundane business, they saw a shop with a large number of young wizards crowded at the door, and also saw a group of girls such as Hermione and Lavender standing in the doorway.

"What kind of store is that, why are they all gathered here?" Harry looked up to see the name of the shop, only to find that he was blocked by a piece of cloth that said it was moving.

"Ask Hermione, they'll know." McGoth was interested in joining in the fun, and quickly stepped forward and patted Hermione on the shoulder.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?"

Hermione's face flushed from the crowd, and she looked back to see that it was McGoss, and pointed to the inside of the store.

"Duke Honey, Hogsmeade's most famous candy store, has a lot of candy that you can't buy anywhere else. Parvati said that there was a sale today, and I was going to buy some candy to try. ”

McGoth tiptoed to see the crowd inside and shook his head,

"That might have to wait a long time."

"No, it won't." Hermione pointed to a little witch from Ravenclaw House who was picking up a lot of candy inside.

"She's with us, and she's got my share of the candy she's picking now, and we'll buy it when she's done settling the bill."

Seeing that it didn't take long, McGoth and the others simply prepared to wait for a while, and the three of them walked to the post office opposite, and listened to the staff inside, there were about 300 owls here.

"Looks like the owls we use to send letters are from here."

"Why do they all have different colors underneath their stations? Are they all different owls? Ron had always wanted to have an owl of his own, but the conditions at home really didn't allow it, and he didn't accept gifts from friends, so now he was a little envious to see so many owls waiting to be delivered.

"Of course not." The young employee said with a smile,

"This is so that we can better distinguish between different colored owls and different prices, and you must know that each owl flies at a different speed, otherwise I can't remember what the price point of two same owls is."

Both Harry and McGoth have owls, so they ask each other how to know the speed of their owls.

"It's easy, I'll give you a watch." As he spoke, he pulled out a form from the table.

"So you can have an intuitive understanding. By the way, their food can also affect their speed, so don't be stingy to feed it. ”

After thanking them, the two of them picked up the table and looked at it, and found that their owl speed was considered to be in the middle and upper reaches, especially Hedwig, which was almost close to the upstream ones.

Ron also craned his head to look, and found that his owl's speed was completely at the bottom.

After a while, Hermione and a large number of girls walked over.

"Are you going to the Three Broomsticks?" Lavender asked.

McGoth shook his head, "We just came over there, you're going to go there?" ”

"Divide the candy." Parvati said with a grin as she pulled the little witch of Ravenclaw.

"I'm going to buy a quill at the stationery store, you can put the extra candy together and give it to me when you come across." Hermione had little interest in sharing candy in the past.

"Okay then." Parvati nodded, "By the way, when did Mr. Will invite us?" ”

"If you don't decide, I'll have lunch."

Parvati nodded happily, "It just so happened that I used all the money to buy candy, and I thought I could only eat some candy for lunch." ”

McGoth looked at her a little speechlessly, and he realized that the girls who did the same as Parvati were actually in the majority.

"Then we'll see you for lunch." Parvati shook his hand and prepared to leave.

"Eat less candy, or be careful that you won't be able to eat lunch." McGoss's warning drew a burst of laughter from the girls.

Looking around, Hermione glanced at Ron and whispered what was wrong, feeling a little absent-minded.

"Maybe I want to go back to the three-broom bar with the girl, but I'm embarrassed."

"Magos." Ron shouted in shame.

"Why? Among those girls is someone he likes? Hermione's interest was turned up, and she asked.

Ron prevented McGoth from continuing and tried to gagged him with his hand, but McGoth dodged, and the two of them ran around.

Seeing that Magos couldn't answer her question, she turned her gaze to Harry.

Harry was defeated by Hermione's gaze and whispered that Ron was in love with Miss Rosmertha.

Hermione put her hand to her mouth in surprise.

"He's—" Hermione shook her head, she didn't know what to say, Ron's liking was definitely not love or something.

"Don't tell anyone else, or I'm afraid Ron will ignore us in the future."

Hermione nodded, glanced at Ron who was chasing McGoth angrily, and laughed secretly, I didn't expect you to be like this Ron.

It wasn't long before they saw their own overcrowded shop again.

"Jokowi's Magic Joke Shop. Isn't that the store that both Fred and George rave about? ”