"Rolf! let's go to Hogsmeade!" Rolf had just finished his steak and was about to call fruit for dessert, when Malfoy and Harry ran over with excited faces.

They were followed by Ron, who was also excited, but Hermione's figure was gone, could it be in the library?

It's two weeks before the end of the semester, that is, Christmas is two weeks away~

After solving the witch camp, Rolf wanted to study whether Bai Xue had any secrets, but by the time he flew to the Imperial City, she and the Queen had already begun to fight.

Of course, in order to prevent the queen from asking him questions about the lost pendant, he had already deleted the queen's friend very wittily~

Once and for all, so that she can't find anyone to ask, Meizizi~

Today's sky suddenly cleared, and after a series of rainy days, the sky took on a dazzling opareal color, and the muddy field was covered with a shiny layer of frost one morning.

Inside the castle, the atmosphere of Christmas was everywhere, and the goblins were very happy to greet the little wizards.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, had begun to decorate his classroom with faint light sources that were actually real little fairies with flapping wings.

The students were happily discussing their vacation plans, and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban ended early with the flapping of Rolf's wings......

Harry also had a guardian who would allow him to enter Hogsmeade, and he no longer needed to stay at Hogwarts at Christmas.

Today was Harry's first visit to Hogsmeade, and he had been looking forward to it for a long time after listening to the descriptions of his friends.

"Where's Hermione, shall we call her?" said Rolf, wiping his hands nonchalantly, as he got up.

"Leave her alone, she's sleeping!" Ron said with a relaxed look on his face, and at that moment, Malfoy let out an exclamation.

Rolf quickly turned his head to look, and it turned out that he really made the little black bird that Grindelwald had become, and was pecked by the angry Delin.

Rolf's face is full of black lines, you are teasing this generation of Meguro Devils like this, do you think you have a long life?

"Where did you get this little bird, and why haven't you led the fat tiger out to play in a long time?" asked Malfoy, flicking his pecked fingers.

"Oh, I was picked up by my grandmother. Rolf said with some displeasure.

This also starts with the fact that Fat Tiger is too good to eat, because he eats at home during the holidays, and he always can't eat enough food that Rolf gives him, so he always sneaks downstairs in the middle of the night to steal food.

As a result, on a dark and windy night in the moon, he was caught by Grandma Queenie, and now he is probably still ravaged by Grandma Queenie, right?

"Everything we want to buy for Christmas, we can buy it there!" said Harry, "The mints you bought me from Duke Honey last time were delicious!

With that, he took the lead in handing over the signature given to him by Sirius at Professor McGonagall, who was blocking the entrance of the village to check for signatures.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, you can go. Professor McGonagall glanced blankly at the signature, then said without looking up.

Harry trotted excitedly, urging Ron to lead the way, he was going to Duke Honey's candy store.

They squeezed through the sixth-graders and saw a sign hanging in the corner not far from the store: "Unusual Flavors"

The store has a fork of shelf and a shelf filled with the most intriguing sweets imaginable.

Chunks of creamy peanut candy, shimmering pieces of pink coconut sorbet, neatly arranged hundreds of different kinds of chocolate, a large bucket of flavored beans, a bucket of nourishing bee candy,

And the sherbet drink that Ron once mentioned, floating in the air, Harry had been hungry for a long time.

Along another wall are various candies with "special effects": Blow-Treasure Super Bubble Gum (which fills the room with bubbles the color of blue bellflower that won't pop for days),

Bizarre fragmented hairy mints, tiny little black pepper urchins ("Spit fire out of your nose for your friend!") 、

Ice Mouse ("Hear your teeth chattering and creaking!") , creamy mints shaped like toads ("It's really going to beat in the stomach!") , crunchy sugar quill and exploding sandwich candy.

At this point, Ron pointed to one place and said to Harry, "See that bee candy, Harry?"

He grabbed Harry and led him to the vat, "And that jelly slug? And that sour lollipop? Fred gave me one when I was seven years old!"

It burned a hole in my tongue and it hurt me to death, and I remember my mom punching Fred with a broomstick. ”

Ron looked at the cardboard box with the sour lollipop on his face contemplatively, "If I told Fred that it was a peanut, do you think he would have taken a bite of the cockroach gnocchi?" Ron said with some malice.

When they had paid for the candy, they left the candy store and went outside into the snowstorm.

Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card: huts and shops are covered in crunchy snow, wreaths of holly are tied to their doors, and enchanted candles hang in strings from trees.

In this very festive atmosphere, Rolf felt like he was in a better mood.

Ron, who was next to him, was introducing Harry to the layout of Hogsmeade Village: "That's the post office, and Jokowi's store is there......"

Malfoy's teeth were warping as he turned to Rolf and asked, "How about we go to Three Broomsticks and have a Butterbeer?"

When Harry heard the new term, he quickly turned his head and asked, "What is that? Where is it? Can we drink?"

"It's not really a liquor, it's just a drink...... Ron explains, "it tastes a little bit like a not-so-greasy buttery hard candy, and it does contain a small amount of alcohol." ”

At this point, Malfoy continued: "Yes, this is probably the only alcoholic beverage we have access to at the moment. Our Dobby gets drunk after stealing butterbeer hahaha. ”

So they crossed the street and, a few minutes later, walked into a small hotel.

It was crowded, noisy, warm and smoky, and a woman with a graceful figure and a pleasing face tended to a gang of noisy wizards at the bar.

"That's Ms. Rosmerta. Ron blushed a little as he introduced Harry, not knowing if he was blushing from suddenly entering the warm room or for some other reason.

"I'm going to call for a drink!" Malfoy excitedly volunteered.

They walked to the back of the room, where there was a small table empty between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, also near the fireplace.

Five minutes later, Malfoy walked briskly back, collecting four fiery cups of hot butterbeer.

"Merry Christmas!" Harry said happily as he took his beer, and raised his large glass to touch with his friends.

But there was an exclamation, and it turned out that Harry had just pushed too hard and knocked a little witch sitting behind him to the ground, and her friends hurriedly helped her up.