Harry snorted. He wondered if Fred and George had ever been naïve.

"Well, more naïve than we are now, there was a little trouble between us and Filch."

"We put a big bomb in the hallway, and for some reason this bomb frustrated him......"

"So he pulled us into his office and started using the usual ......"

"Confinement ......"

"Pull our intestines out......"

"And we couldn't help but notice his filing cabinet drawer, one of which read: confiscation of supplies, high danger."

"Don't tell me......," Harry said, laughing.

"Hmm, what would you do?" "George threw another big dung bomb and distracted him. I quickly pulled open the drawer and grabbed this one. ”

"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George, "and we don't think Filch ever figured out how to use this parchment." But he probably guessed what it was, or he wouldn't have confiscated it. ”

"Do you know how to use it?"

"Oh, yes," said Fred with a smirk, "this little pretty thing has taught us more than the whole school has taught." ”

"You're lying to me." Harry said, looking at the tattered parchment.

"Oh, did we lie to you?" George said. He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, "I solemnly swear that I have done nothing good. ”

Thin lines of ink, like spider webs, immediately began to appear from where the wand had just touched. The lines converge and intersect each other, extending to every corner of this parchment; Then the writing began to appear above the parchment, in large, curly green letters, which were: Moonface, Wormtail, Bigfoot, and Pointed Fork, the assistant supplier of the magic pranksters, Mr. Proudly presents a map of the Living Spots, which depicts all the details of Hogwarts Castle and the various grounds. However, the really noteworthy thing is the tiny ink dots that move along the map, each with a name in tiny letters. Harry was surprised, and he leaned over to take a closer look. A small ink dot in the upper left corner shows Professor Dumbledore pacing the study; Filch's cat, Lady Loris, is wandering the third floor, while Peeves, a prankster, is hopping around the prize room. Harry's eyes swept up and down the hallways he knew. At this time, he noticed something again.

The map shows a series of passages that he had never entered before. Many of these passages seem to lead to ......

"It leads to Hogsmeade," Fred said, pointing his finger along a passageway, "and there are seven." Well, Filch knows these four ......"

He pointed out the four points one by one, "but surely we are the only ones who know them." Don't bother with the one behind the mirror on the fifth floor, we used it until last winter, but it collapsed and was completely clogged. We don't think anyone has ever walked this one, because the beating willow is planted right at its entrance. But this leads all the way to the cellar of the Duke of Honey, which we have walked many times. As you may have noticed, the entrance is right below this room, through the hunchback of the one-eyed old woman. ”

"Moonface, wormtail, big feet, pointed fork," Qiao Qia sighed, patting the title of the map, "we owe them a lot." ”

"O noble man, tirelessly working to help a new generation of lawbreakers." Fred said solemnly.

"Yes," said George briskly, "don't forget to wipe it off when you're done!" ”

"Otherwise, others will see it." Fred warned.

"Just tap it again and say, 'The prank is over!' It's a blank piece of parchment again. ”

"Well, young Harry," said Fred, oddly in Percy's tone, "remember to behave. ”

"See you at Duke Honey." George said with a wink. They left, both giggling contentedly.

Harry stood there, staring at the magical map. He was amazed that there were so many secret passages at Hogwarts, and he had always thought that the one he knew before was the only secret passage!

He finally put away the map and went to Hogsmeade once more.

"Map of the living spots?" Charon was curious, "Take it out and show me, it's not a black magic item." ”

Harry took a tattered piece of parchment from his robe, Caron took it and identified it with his divine perception, and handed it back to Harry, "Just use it casually, it's not a dark magic item, it's a pretty good thing, it's very cleverly conceived." ”

"Why didn't Fred and George ever give it to me!" Ron said, furious, "I'm their brother!" ”

"But Harry won't be in possession for long," Hermione said, as if the idea was ridiculous. "He'll give this map to Professor McGonagall, won't he, Harry?"

"No, I won't pay it!" Harry said.

"Are you crazy?" Ron said, glaring at Hermione, "Handing over such a good thing?" ”

"If I had handed it in, I would have to say where I got it, and Filch would have known that Fred and George had taken it!"

"But what about Blake?" Hermione gritted her teeth and said, "He can use one of the passages on this map to enter the castle, and the teachers will know about it!" ”

"There's no way he's coming in through the passages," Harry said quickly, "there are seven secret passages on the map, right?" Fred and George estimated that Filch might have known four of them. The other three, one has collapsed, and no one can get in through that passage. The entrance of one was planted with the beating willow, and you can't get out if you go in. The one I just walked on, he probably wouldn't know, and the Dementors patrol the streets of Hogsmeade every day after sunset......"

"Yes, though, but ......" Hermione seemed to be trying to pick a thorn from somewhere.

"It won't be easy for him to find out that Harry is here." Ron said, nodding through the mullioned window to the snow outside.

"Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas, and Harry should relax." Charon listened to their quarrel for a long time, and couldn't help but stop him, "With me, Harry will be safe, you can rest assured." ”

"But—" Hermione paused.

"Are you going to denounce me?" Harry asked her with a grin.

"Oh, of course not, but honestly, Harry......"

"See that bee candy, Harry?" Ron said, grabbing Harry and leading him to the vat. "And that jelly slug, and that sour lollipop, Fred gave me one when I was seven years old, and it burned a hole in my tongue. I remember my mom punching Fred with a broomstick. Ron looked contemplatively at the cardboard box with the sour lollipops. If I told Fred that it was a peanut, would he have taken a bite of the cockroach gnocchi? ”

Ron and Hermione paid for their candy, and the four of them left the candy store and walked outside into the blizzard.

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

They walked the streets, within the range of Charon's talisman spells, which protected them from the cold wind and snowflakes. They introduced Harry through their scarves.

"That's the post office?"

"Jokowi's shop is over there?"

"Can we go to that screaming shack?"

"Alright, aren't you cold?" Charon proposed, "Shall we go to Three Broomsticks and drink Butterbeer?" ”

So they crossed the street, and after a few minutes, they entered the little inn. 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." Charon said, "I'll call for a drink, and the three of you will find a place." ”

The three of them walked to the back of the room, where a small table was empty between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, also near the fireplace. Five minutes later, Charon returned, four large fiery cups of hot butterbeer on a plate. It's called beer, but it's just an alcoholic drink, and it doesn't contain a trace of alcohol. Underage wizards are not allowed to drink alcohol, which is prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.

"Merry Christmas!" Everyone raised their big glasses with joy. The wine seems to warm people from the inside out. Suddenly, a breeze blew through and the door of the three brooms opened again. Charon looked at the door from the edge of the large cup, and the sight almost choked him.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the tavern in a snowflake, followed by Hagrid, who was having a lively conversation with a dignified man in a dull green-bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak, none other than Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Ron and Hermione immediately put their hands on Harry's head and pressed him under the table. With butterbeer dripping from his lips, Harry crouched out of sight, empty glasses in his hands, and watched the teachers and Fudge's feet walk towards the bar, stop, then turn around and walk straight towards them.

Somewhere above Harry's head, Charon quietly drove the mana, and the Christmas tree next to their table rose a few inches above the ground, moving to the side, and with a soft dull sound, it landed in front of their desk, covering them. Then another concealment spell was added to Harry, and it was foolproof.

The spell worked, and the professor and Fudge went to the next table and sat down, grunting. The waiter stepped forward.

"A small glass of canyon water?"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pints of mead?"

"Thanks, Rosmerta." Hagrid said.

"A serving of sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails?"

"Hmm!" Professor Flitwick said, smacking his lips.