Maybe the enthusiasm of the little wizards is too high, and today's weather is also very face-saving.

The sky was clear, and the winter sun was not as harsh and intense as in summer, only mild warmth.

It's like a school autumn outing in the previous life, and most people get to sleep late the night before.

Zhang Xiao felt that she could faintly hear the sound of tossing and turning in the dormitory all night.

Sure enough, the three people in the dormitory yawned, not only Malfoy, but on the way to the Great Hall, the little wizard's yawns were connected.

But when they finally realized that they were about to go to Hogsmeade, the fatigue and sleepiness of not sleeping well disappeared.

A huge buzz echoed through the huge auditorium, and many people even picked up food and stuffed it directly into their mouths, just to fill their stomachs quickly and not delay their way to Hogsmeade.

But Malfoy was different, he slowly picked up a glass of milk and took a sip gently, with an inexplicable sense of superiority on his face, looking at those little wizards as if he were looking at fools:

"Zhang, won't they use their brains?

If you think about it, you will know that Hogsmeade must be very lively today, with vendors from all over the world setting up their stalls here.

So—"

Malfoy pouted at the Gryffindor table, and Zhang Xiao followed the direction he pointed, Harry and Ron were as usual, their plates full of food.

But Hermione, like Malfoy, just took a glass of pumpkin juice and drank it, and looked speechless about something to Harry and Ron, and the two of them immediately dropped the food in their hands, looking very happy.

Sure enough, Granger was smart, and she thought that Hogsmeade should be full of delicacies from all over the world.

If you fill your stomach at this time, you won't be able to eat the really good stuff when the time comes. ”

Malfoy looked very underwhelmed at the moment, with the expression of the only hero in the world as 'Granger and Malfoy'.

Zhang Xiao silently put down the huge bun in his hand, what he said made so much sense

Why didn't I think of that?

Soon, he found a reason for himself, it must have been thinking about whether Hogsmeade had anything to look out for lately, taking up too much computing power.

After all, a wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, and a little mistake is inevitable!

As for why Malfoy thought of it, it can only be said that the fool must have a thousand thoughts.

In the foyer, bustling young wizards were lining up in a winding line, chatting excitedly.

Filch, the administrator, stood inside the gate, checking a long list, vigilantly staring at every face to prevent a single person who shouldn't have gone out from slipping out of the gate.

Because he got a reliable tip, those young wizards in the first and second years joined together and ordered a compound decoction for a 'huge amount of money', ready to turn into the senior and go out.

So he checked each one of them several times, which caused the speed of passage to be very slow.

Those who passed through were like huskies who had spread the reins, and disappeared into the foyer in the blink of an eye, their heartfelt joy and amusement that stimulated the little wizard and made them itch even more.

They were even more impatient, and many people were eager to pull out their wands and give Filch a powerful look.

But it was just a thought, because Professor McGonagall was standing not far away with her arms crossed, and behind her were a couple of dejected little wizards, who looked exactly the same, and actually used Polyjuice Potion.

With Professor McGonagall's Dinghai Divine Needle here, those first- and second-year wizards didn't dare to play any tricks, so they could only stand in the distance and bite their fingers, watching the seniors walk out one by one.

Some of them will wave their hands and shout:

"I'll tell you how much fun Hogsmeade had today when I get back!"

By the time Zhang Xiao and the others finally passed Filch's inspection, it was already a quarter of an hour later.

The air in the wilderness was cold and fresh, the snow that had fallen a few days had not yet completely melted, adding a touch of whiteness to the monotonous black, and the black lake was still hard and solid.

Like a giant mirror in the sunlight, the young wizards did not miss the scenery on the road, but only left a happy laugh and hurried towards Hogsmeade.

Zhang Xiao pulled a little and said excitedly that he was going to buy a bunch of delicious Harry here, and motioned him to slow down.

"What's wrong, Zhang?"

Harry slowed down in confusion, still smiling on his face.

"This is for you, keep it close."

Zhang Xiao stuffed a yellow charm folded into a triangle into the chest pocket of his thick denim jacket, and buttoned it up again to avoid losing it.

The smile on Harry's face disappeared, he frowned at Zhang Xiao's movements, and asked in a low voice:

"Zhang—do you think Hogsmeade is in danger? And against me? ”

"Just in case, just in case, just a little bit of backup for me to do."

Zhang Xiao shrugged his shoulders, after a few days of inquiry, this was indeed like an ordinary circus parade, and he figured out one thing.

That is, Voldemort may not have known about himself, nor did he know that he had secretly destroyed several of his Horcruxes.

In other words, it is unlikely that there will be any conspiracy against himself.

If Voldemort and the Death Eaters had to do something, then the target must be Harry, and Harry was to Voldemort what the Resurrection Stone was to Dumbledore.

It has a fatal attraction, like being obsessed.

If Voldemort hadn't been so attached to Harry, the story might have ended long ago.

If you start from this point of view, the abnormal movement of the spiritual sense is easy to explain, and the more important thing is that this kind of cultivation is your own, and the spiritual sense belongs to a kind of 'passive skill that has a chance to trigger'.

You can't take spiritual consciousness as the truth, you can't believe it unconditionally, and you can't take it seriously at all, and it's actually quite difficult to accurately grasp the degree of this.

It's like Dumbledore said, it takes a lot of life experience to pile up and ponder.

Therefore, Zhang Xiao can only take what he thinks is more appropriate, including sorting out his Qiankun bag and preparing several sets of plans.

And most importantly, he went to Dumbledore, and under the pretext of reporting the current situation of the Horcrux, he vaguely expressed his worries, and received repeated assurances from Dumbledore.

I don't go anywhere on the weekends in Hogsmeade, even if the Ministry of Magic explodes.

After getting such an answer, it was the main reason why Zhang Xiao was at ease.

Harry looked down at his pocket, pursed his lips, his emerald green eyes reflected Zhang Xiao's figure, and said solemnly:

"Zhang, I'll be careful! Thank you"

Zhang Xiao patted him on the shoulder, and was about to say something, when at this moment, in the sky not far away, a dazzling line of fire rushed straight into the sky and exploded in the sky.

Even on a sunny day, the fireworks are still visible, and a giant dragon of fireworks swings its head in the air, spewing an even more brilliant firework from its head.

"It's the festive fireworks of the Circus Arcanus!"

Malfoy pointed to the fireworks in the sky, his pale face flushed with excitement, and shouted loudly:

"This is the official start of the circus show!"

Several young wizards glanced at each other, shouted in unison, and no longer cared about anything else, and ran towards the small hill.

Climb over this hill and you'll find Hogsmeade ahead!

At this time, Hogsmeade had become a sea of joy, and several young wizards were struggling to huddle in the crowd, dotted with all kinds of moving decorations.

Even the books are full of twinkling stars.

From time to time, the crackling sound of phantom shifting sounded around, and the small vendors pushing carts, carrying boxes, and carrying backpacks appeared in every corner with extremely exquisite technology.

With a flick of the box, the box opens automatically and turns into a small stall with multiple shelves filled with a wide variety of goods.

The trolleys are already steaming hot, selling snacks and snacks that look exceptionally tasty.

Hawkers with backpacks sell all sorts of bizarre gadgets.

There are glowing animal crests – this is the emblem of the circus of Arcanus, and the crest of this various creature silhouette overlapping looks quirky.

Zhang Xiao could only make out the troll—it was so big that it almost obscured the rest of the shadows.

In addition, this badge will also sing loudly as long as it is poked (Arcanus - Arcanus - you bring joy to people, trolls, elves and elves, wizards and goblins, we are as close as a family, bring joy to people - A-Ka-Nu ~~~~! ）

Everyone enjoyed the quirky and wacky songs together.

"It's the anthem of the Circus of Acanus!"

The vendor was enthusiastic about it, and he also came up with other things to sell.

There are trolls in ballet costumes dancing awkwardly, and goblins riding a wheelbarrow and throwing tiny gold coins that can be caught no matter how much they are thrown (hawker: this is real gold!). ）

There's also a mini tub, and as soon as you tap on it, a kaba that looks like a kappa sticks its head out of the water.

But if the water is poured clean, this kaba will let out a piercing scream, clutching his chest and telling you to quickly refill the water.

"It's amazing – I love these memorabilia! Thankfully, I saved some pocket money. Ron said excitedly as he bought souvenirs.

He buys a large badge and a statue of a troll, which is in Ron's hand constantly trying to try the difficult maneuver of spinning on his toes.

Unfortunately, it failed every time, and he angrily slapped Ron's palm to keep him steady.

Malfoy brought his small satchel with him today, and Ma Gongzi turned on the buy-buy-buy mode, as long as he saw what he liked, he would not hesitate to pay.

Because Lucius and Narcissa are now staying in China all year round, the guilty two gave their son a good pocket money, so that Malfoy, who already had a bulging wallet, is now even more bulging.

Every month has come to a staggering 1/10th of a Xiao, which, by the way, is equal to 5,000 Galleons, which is about 2.5 Mr. Arthur's annual salary.

By the time they walked down this short street, which was no more than 150 meters, everyone bought a whole bunch of things.

Several young wizards with coats of arms pinned to their chests, special Arcanus hats on their heads, and various statues in their hands, rounded the corner.

Suddenly, it was a small square in Hogsmeade, and at this moment crowds of people from all directions were pouring towards it.

There are all kinds of performances in the square, and some people hold a large round frame covered with something like soap bubble wrap.

Just cover the frame from head to toe and you'll be taken into the sky by a giant soap bubble that will float in the direction you want if you swim inside.

The sky in the small square was already filled with bubbles, large and small, and the wizards were shouting happily.

Performers in circus of Arcanus uniforms pick up their wands, put them to their mouths and blow long flames, transforming into all sorts of living animals, running back and forth over the heads of the crowd.

The stacked cages displayed some dangerous magical animals, and their roars of varying tones caused the young wizards to scream in surprise.

"Great!"

A few little wizards threw up their hands and cheered and rushed into the crowd, enjoying what was in sight.

Zhang Xiao lowered his head and looked at the badge on his chest, and then at the little wizard who couldn't wait to pay the money and get into the big bubble, and couldn't help laughing.

At that moment, a low, deep gong sound rang out over Hogsmeade, and at once—thousands of red, green, and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and saw that in the shouts of surprise from everyone, a red tent looked like a mushroom in the open space that had deliberately flowed out in front of them.

Under the command of a short and chubby old man in a top hat, it swelled rapidly like a balloon, and in the blink of an eye, a huge red tent resembling a yurt stood in front of everyone.

"It's time!" Malfoy came running from a distance again, a happy smile on his face, "Hurry up, let's go." ”

At the same time, the stocky old man took off his top hat, bowed deeply, and put his wand against his neck and shouted:

"Welcome, welcome everyone, I announce, the Circus of Arcanus show, start now!"

Ministry of Magic

Fudge lifted his half-empty bottle, poured himself a full glass of redcurrant rum, and was all over when he wrote the apology.

Now he was waiting to step down, but to Fudge's horror, he heard that Susan of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was ready to step down and lose the immunity of the Minister of Magic.

He was arrested on charges of dereliction of duty, accepting bribes and other crimes.

He used to love Dementors, monsters who only obeyed his orders, but now that he wanted to go to Azkaban to face the Dementors, Fudge trembled with fear.

"Bang!" The office door was thumped open again, but Fudge didn't want to bother anymore.

Whatever, I'm going to Azkaban anyway, whatever.

But he still raised his head, looked at the visitor drunkenly, and stared straight for a while:

"Greengrass, are you- hiccup- you're here to see my jokes?"

"Jokes? No, no, no, Your Excellency—" Greengrass covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in disgust, looking at the mess of Fudge.

"Hehehehehe. I know I'm useless, so you're like that—yes, the way you look at you! ”

Fudge suddenly became angry, and he slammed his glass to the ground and staggered to his feet:

"I'm still the Minister of Magic! I haven't abdicated yet! Greengrass—I warn you, you must—"

His words stopped, and he watched in amazement as Greengrass slowly pulled out his wand, and Fudge slowly retreated:

"Y-what are you going to do?"

"Minister, I don't think you need to know—" Greengrass said playfully, "though I would love to tell you the whole truth—my master thinks it would be better to tell you when you get to Azkaban."

After all, you're our 'friend'! ”

Greengrass raised his wand:

"Soul - out of body!"

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)