From the third week of December. Until the first week of January.

The Christmas holidays at Hogwarts are two weeks long.

They will not start school until January 5 of the following year.

After Christmas, Anthony spent the rest of his time practicing magic except for the usual daily check-in at the palace.

Sometimes he would go to London with WIC agents.

At the end of the month, he happened to meet Hermione on the road.

Carrying all kinds of things, I should have just come back from a visit to the supermarket. She seemed to be in a very good mood, her face was ruddy, and her eyes were bright and shining.

"Hi Hermione, Merry Christmas."

"How about sending you a sketch quill pen, do you like it?"

In Hogsmeade Village, Anthony bought three sketch quills from the Literati Quill Shop and gave them to Hermione, Sir Humphrey, and Mr. Bernard.

"Thank you." Hermione laughed, "That's amazing! I'm taking notes a lot faster, and I've recently been reading a medieval wizard's pastime book that, you know, just pass the time. ”

"The book introduces wizards from many other countries, and their magic, I can't believe that the native wizards of Africa actually cast spells with gestures, and the Americas, where many terrible spells were experimented, and it took a lot of effort for the Aurors to capture the dark wizards back then."

"And Greece, the origin of magic in Europe, there is a dark wizard named Helbo the vile, who invented many dark magic in his life, and is one of the most powerful and influential dark wizards in known history..."

After meeting Anthony, Hermione finally found someone to share with, and pulled him for a while.

Anthony listened patiently and did not dare to interject.

Because he knew that if he dared to ask questions, with Hermione's current state, she could talk until tomorrow.

And just when Anthony had a headache.

Far away in Scotland, Qingqiu, is also becoming more and more irritable.

She's not here for tourism.

Every day of delay here will blow the reputation of Chang'an Taixue.

That is, Jin Cangshui is not committing murder now, otherwise her situation will definitely be even more embarrassing.

"Heaven and earth are positioned, the mountains are ventilated, the thunder and wind are thin, and the water and fire do not shoot each other."

In the mountains and forests not far from the last city, Qingqiu frowned, looking at the feng shui compass with a glimmer in his hand irritably.

There are words in the mouth.

The last raid was not without results, as agents recovered a hair from the original owner's room that could not be checked for DNA.

I think it was left by Jin Cangshui.

With this hair, Qingqiu's tracking magic can finally be cast.

It's just that...

In the mountains and forests, the green hills pass through quickly.

It's just that, not just why, the position on the compass is constantly fluctuating back and forth, as if it has been disturbed by something.

She didn't remember that Jin Cangshui still had this ability.

As the ancient rune professor of Chang'an Taixue, she didn't know much about that child, she was Jin Cangshui is a student of Wang Wenshu, and she also majored in two courses: alchemy and transformation. She only scratched the surface of the runes.

Therefore, she did not have much contact with Jin Cangshui.

After all, there are tens of thousands of students in Taixue, which is far from being comparable to Hogwarts, and she doesn't have the energy to get to know every student.

And also deliberately low-key students.

"This way."

Qingqiu pretended to be indifferent and said behind him.

"Hmm!"

Behind her, followed by a group of British Aurors, led by Kingsley.

In the spirit of win-win cooperation, they have been walking together for several days.

After following Qingqiu for a long time, Kingsley's face became more and more strange, he cautiously glanced at the exotic wizard not far away, and then asked quietly: "Further on, it is the largest pure wizard village in Britain, Hogsmeade Village, I don't think that person should be hiding there!" ”

Actually, what Kingsley didn't say was. Hogsmeade Village is at Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's nose, that witch wouldn't be stupid enough to hide there!

Hearing this, Qingqiu in front slowed down, turned to look at Kingsley, and said, "The more dangerous it is, the safer it is, haven't you heard this saying?" ”

She snorted, put on her hood, and continued in the direction of the compass.

"Uh..."

Qingqiu's words successfully aroused the dissatisfaction of the Aurors present, everyone has been working hard these days, especially in the past few days, when others are still celebrating the holidays, they are looking for the criminal all over the mountains, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

It's not that the Aurors don't believe in Qingqiu, they just don't want to go the wrong way and waste their time.

After all, she was the only one present, but Christmas...

Looking at the figure of the distant journey, Kingsley sighed, opened his mouth to reassure the Aurors behind him, and then adjusted his mentality and continued to follow.

...

Gradually, as they went deeper and deeper, a railway suddenly appeared in the mountain forest.

At the end of the railway, there is a village, and where you want to come is Hogsmeade.

Hogsmeade is a very unique little village full of cottages and shops with thatched roofs, and the village trees are covered with enchanted candles to welcome the wizards of all ages during the Christmas days.

If Qingqiu is not here to arrest people, but to travel, it will definitely be a visit.

But today is different.

Following Hogsmeade Village Road, all the way to the end of the street, Qingqiu stopped in front of a hidden little bar.

It's a cramped, dirty little bar that looks at least a few hundred years old.

Without the slightest hesitation, she pushed the door open and entered.

In an instant, a commotion, mixed with a foul smell, poured into her nose and ears.

Qingqiu frowned and quickly looked around.

The few windows in the bar were covered with a thick layer of dirt, and light barely let in.

This makes the room look extremely dim.

Lit only by a few candles lit on a rough wooden table.

Almost everything here is dirty, from the floor to the roof, and even the bottles of butterbeer have a thick layer of dust.

The gloomy environment makes everyone in the bar look like they don't look like good stubble. And most of them wore hoods and veils. Those wizards who don't wear masks, except for the famous white wizards in the neighborhood, are professors at the school.

Professor Quirrell sat in the middle of the crowd.

"Hi, Miss Zhang." Kingsley, a close second.

"Staring around, I've found her."

Zhang Qingqiu's face finally showed a smile, this was the first time in her mood in these days.

She walked towards the cold, dimly lit corner of the tavern.

On a rough wooden table, a wizard was drinking sullen wine.

Qingqiu walked over, looked down at him, and said in a cold tone: "Do I do it, or do you tie it up yourself?" ”