Hogwarts of a certain magic

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Filch stood by the crowd, checking their names against the long list.

Those on the list are parents or guardians who allow them to visit students in Hogsmeade Village.

When it was Harry's turn, Filch stared at him.

Harry shrugged indifferently.

Sirius, as the guardian, signed him, and Professor McGonagall passed.

So he is a qualified student and does not need to go to Hogsmeade by secret road

Filch's sight quickly left Harry and began to stare at Krum fiercely.

The Miss Alice on the ground also sniffed hard, seeming to want to remember his smell.

Krum frowned his thick eyebrows, a little bored.

Did he offend the administrator?Being caught by Snape that time had nothing to do with him.

But Filch still looked at the enemy's eyes and glared at Krum.

Harry took Krum out of the castle and walked towards the carriage.

He looked around, but didn't see Ron and Malfoy.

Harry shook his heart.

Malfoy was attacked this morning and must be hospitalized.Ron won't be recruited too, right?

When he thought of this, he was in no mood to go to Hogsmeade.Even the thought of teasing Krum was completely gone.

He was a little dull:

"Sorry, Victor, I remembered that something was going on, you go by yourself first."

"But..." Krum's eyebrows gathered together.

"The crucible in my dormitory is still simmering on the fire, and I forgot to turn it off when I left!" Harry babbled and ran towards the castle.

Krum looked speechless, he had seen William and Hermione get into the carriage and walked away completely.

Without Harry leading the way, how would he know where to find two people!

Krum also pursued Harry.

The two returned to the castle and met Filch head-on, who apparently had just sent off the last group of people to Hogsmeade.

"What are you two doing?" Filch asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." Harry said honestly.

"Nothing!" Filch spit on the ground, his jaw shaking unpleasantly.

"It sounds like it's true! You two are running out of breath, looking abnormal!

Why haven't you been with your pesky red-haired friend, and now you are buying stink bombs, hiccup powder, and flying insects in Hogsmeade?"

Harry shrugged.

"Go back to the common room where you should go!" Filch snapped.

He stood there staring at Krum until Krum went out of sight.

"Did you offend him?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"No." Krum shook his head.

"Then I'm going back to the dorm first, don't follow me!" Harry hurried away.

Krum chased him again, but the stairs suddenly rotated, sending him to another corridor.

Krum got lost and stepped on a staircase, but the wood suddenly disappeared and his feet were stuck at the top of the stairs.

This damn corridor!

Krum burst into a foul language.

Who designed it?

He was about to call for help when he suddenly felt black before his eyes and fell directly on the stairs.

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Ron stood in the castle window, looking out gloomily.

Not long ago, he saw Harry and Krum walking into the castle together.

Footsteps came from the other side of the corridor.Ron turned his head and saw that Ludo Bagman was walking quickly towards him.

"Ron, child!" Ludo walked over enthusiastically, and put his arms around his shoulders said:

"Good job, I became a warrior, good guy! Your father already knows, I have a good relationship with Arthur!"

Ron nodded blankly. He remembered that Ludo had obtained the ticket for their house.

"Go, let's change place, it's too conspicuous here, you don't want to see a warrior and the referee alone together!"

"Um... OK," Ron said.

Ludo took Ron to a slightly remote place, then turned to look at him, with a fatherly expression on his face.

"How do you feel, Ron? Is there anything I can help?"

"What?" Ron stammered.

"Is there something in my mind?" Bagman asked in a sneaky low voice.

"If you want, I can give you some ideas. I mean..."

Bagman lowered his voice and continued, "You are at a disadvantage here, Ron... as long as I can help..." read the book www.laikanshuba.com

"Aren't you a referee?" Ron blurted out, but immediately regretted it.

Ron, you fool, what are you talking about?!

This is a great opportunity!!

Ludo didn't have much embarrassment on his face, and continued to gently say: "Cheating is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament. Besides, Arthur and I are good friends..."

Ron's heart beat suddenly.

If Bagman is willing to help... when no one else knows the first event, he might win the championship!

Bang bang bang!

There was the sound of wooden footsteps, and Mad-Eye Moody suddenly appeared. He limped towards them on crutches, his wand was also on.

He roared, "You two, have you seen any strange people?"

"What's wrong?" Ludo suddenly panicked.

"Professor Moody?" Ron also stammered.

"Hello," Moody's Urn said in a deep voice.

His magical eyes stared at the two of them, and then that eye turned to the back of his head.

"What are you two doing here?" he said suspiciously.

"Ron is asking me about the World Cup, you know... he and Harry were kidnapped." Ludo said immediately.

"I told him'everything is under control', didn't I, Ron?"

Ron also nodded vigorously, as if Ludo was telling the truth.

The two of them were discussing cheating just now, and no one should know about it!

"What happened, Moody?" Ludo asked.

"Someone was attacked, Durmstrang's student-Krum!" His face was grim.

At this moment, footsteps sounded again.

Filch came from the other side, with a cat at his feet.

He grabbed Harry and said triumphantly: "Professor Moody, I caught Potter, he didn't go far.

I asked him to go to the lounge, but he did not go, he must have done it!"

Harry struggled and roared, "I didn't, I didn't attack Krum!"

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William and Hermione, who strolled around, were holding chocolate cream filled from Honey Duke's candy store.

They bought a lot of gifts, big chunks of buttery peanut candy, shimmering pink coconut sorbet, a big bucket of multi-flavored beans... and sent them back to two homes under their own names.

William sent it to Granger's and Hermione sent it to Stark's.

This routine has been going on for several years and the effect is not bad.

At least every time William went home, Leona praised Hermione and said that he had no conscience and would not give gifts.

They just don't know that it is actually a gift bought.

These days, to deliver express delivery, of course to support their own business, neither of them chose Owl.

"The time is up, we should go to the pig's head bar." Hermione glanced at the time.

The two of them walked along the main road, and quickly turned into a small road next to them, and there was a small bar at the intersection.

A tattered wooden signboard, hung on a rusty bracket on the door, painted a chopped off wild boar head on it, with blood infiltrating the white cloth covering it.

Aberforth was holding a big fat sheep, combing it, and tying a bow on its tail.

Seeing the two, as if seeing a real big fat sheep, immediately stood up.

The two passed through the crowded bar and walked towards an old goblin.

"Mr. Stark, Miss Granger, hello." The old goblin showed a flattering smile.

Gringotts owed so much Garon, he naturally had to lower his posture.

Aberforth came over and rubbed his hands and said, "What do I need to drink?"

"Two bottles of Butterbeer." William said.

"Just two bottles!" Hermione emphasized.

"Five bottles of Butterbeer? Two bottles of Fire Whiskey?" Aberforth murmured."And a bottle of lime brandy?"

As if he had never seen a guest, Aberforth lit his wine casually.

Everyone knows that Stark is rich and has made millions of gallons.

You just drank two cigars and one bottle of butter beer, who are you insulting?!

Under the helpless eyes of William and Hermione, they saw this old man who looked like Professor Dumbledore, going to get the wine.

"Did you bring things?" William asked.

"Bring it, just trained, the price, of course..." The old fairy marketer laughed.

"Five thousand gallons for a day...The price I gave is not low." William said impatiently."You put it on as well."

"Of course. And sir, you can't draw blood... nor hurt... let alone killed..."

The old fairy repeatedly confessed, carefully handing over a black box.

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