Hogsmeade is indeed a great place.
When Harry walked on this street with great interest, he completely felt that it was a different place from Diagon Alley.
In Diagon Alley, you can still see people with a full urban atmosphere, because whether they are wizards or Muggles, they always shop here before the start of school every year; but when Hogsmeade is not in semester, wizards The ratio of in and out will be greater here. You can see wizards wearing ancient styles and robes walking in and out of the stone road. Some witches are still carrying crucibles with ingredients and utensils in their hands. They happily exchanged something with another witch and then carried the things. Returned to his house.
That said, the exchange system of the past is even preserved here. Harry thought thoughtfully. Or maybe it's just that the people in the village are very familiar with each other, and they don't have to disguise their identities to Muggles, and don't have to worry about discovering secrets, breaking certain laws, and attracting amnestics, because there are only wizards here.
Although this is a village inhabited by wizards, because there are many shops at the same time, there are also many beautifully decorated roofs. From the front, the houses are triangular and only have two floors. As the sun gradually sets, every household Everyone had lights on, whether it was the round windows of the old houses or the large square windows of the shops, the street that Harry and the others were walking on was beautifully decorated and brightly lit. As for some of the thatched huts in the village, Even if it's not that beautiful, it looks warm and comfortable under such lighting.
"I can't do it anymore." As soon as he landed, Draco grabbed his collar and turned blue because the knight bus made such a big swing when it finally stopped that he had to vomit out the ice cream he had eaten in the afternoon, "I want to Find a place to sit for a while and drink something." He even had an idea, "Maybe butterbeer."
The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, feeling that what he needed most at the moment was boiled water.
"Then go to the Three Broomsticks?" Harry said, "I heard from Ron's brothers that there is quite a lot to drink there, including black tea and juice. In addition to butterbeer, there is also good mead and wine, and there is also It's not a messy place." He looked at Wanda and asked her what she meant with his eyes, because Wanda is a person who likes to drink liqueur and wine.
"Yes, and the landlady who makes Gryffindor drool over him." Draco could tell Gryffindor's embarrassing things casually, "So of course they like to go - but what the heck, it is said that the butterbeer there is really good." it's the best."
Harry nodded. Although they would soon be in their third year and could go to Hogsmeade to play, there was nothing wrong with visiting in advance. Butterbeer has always been highly praised. Harry drank it a few times. Although it tasted soft and had an aroma similar to wine, since he was not a good drinker, he did not dare to drink too much, even if It has almost no alcohol and is strictly just a drink.
Wanda nodded easily and agreed to the proposal: "Do you know where to go?"
They asked a middle-aged witch who was passing by. At Harry's signal, Nina pleased the lady with her sweet voice and the name of sister. She showed them the way and took out a freshly baked piece from her bag. He gave the butter bread to Nina, "what a lovely little lady", and wished them a happy shopping before leading his son away.
The Three Broomsticks is a small tavern. Perhaps because it is not the peak season during the semester, that is, when students flock here every weekend, it is not as crowded as Harry imagined, but it is filled with smoke inside. This kind of summer night was cooler than outside. There were not too many but not too many guests making noisy noises. As soon as Harry entered the door, he saw someone playing dice at the door, and there were many empty cups in front of him.
The proprietress of this tavern is worthy of being the person who 'makes gryffindors drool'. At least in the eyes of the wizards around her, she is indeed a beauty, with a graceful figure, facial features, close-fitting robes, long skirts and rolled-up sleeves. She looked elegant and a little charming, and she just greeted the customers at the bar. The wizards surrounded her like flying insects around the fire.
But to be honest, Harry has never seen a beauty with more than this level of 'beauty'. Let's just talk about Emma. Even if she has blond hair and wears makeup, this boss lady can't even reach Emma's waist.
It's not that I'm being mean, Harry thought a little deeply. The gap was really too big, which made him feel really confused at the beginning, "Is this enough to make people drool?" After he came back to his senses, he finally realized who Emma was. , Emma is a woman who even if she is the most beautiful woman in the world, she still has to put on makeup and dress up to look her best, not to mention she is already a top beauty.
"What can I get you guys?" The proprietress, Ms. Rosmerta, greeted them warmly when she saw them walking in, and walked over on shiny high heels. She had no idea that Harry, who looked so well-behaved, had knocked her down several levels from the level of beauty at the first moment: "There is just the right amount of hot mead, and -"
"Two butterbeers and a glass of wine." Wanda glanced at the menu on a certain wizard's table and said directly, "A glass of orange juice."
Nina puffed her lips: "But I also want to drink butterbeer."
"You can't drink it, that's wine, honey." Harry patted her head.
"Do you really think it's made by boiling butter and mixing it with wine?"
Draco looked at him as if he were an illiterate person, and he was a little proud. Harry always lacked common sense in a place like this. "No matter how much you drink, you won't get drunk. Beer is hard to drink when heated. Butterbeer is not that good at all." Made of beer, you young fool.”
Seeing that they were both being tortured by the car, Harry resisted the urge to give him a slap and asked humbly: "Then why is it called butter 'beer'?"
When Draco said this, even Harry felt that it was indeed the case - when he drank it for the first time, he felt that this sweet and hot thing didn't look like it contained much alcohol.
"It just tastes a little like beer," Draco found a clean table and sat down, mocking, "Even if you drink 800 cups, you will just keep running to the toilet without being checked. DUI."
"Should I be surprised that you even understand what drunk driving is?" Harry led Nina to sit down, and Wanda sat beside them, reaching out to Ms. Rosmerta to change the orange juice to butterbeer. At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and several people with Auror badges walked in. They took off their Auror badges as soon as they entered. One of them was very conspicuous because of his hair color and dress, and his movements made a loud noise. It was also big - she almost knocked over a stool when she entered.
"Merlin, Tonks," a wizard with her said helplessly, "can you look at the road!"
Draco was startled, while Harry turned his head curiously, and sure enough he saw Tonks - her hair was seaweed green today, because it was changing to gray due to the wizard's words just now, and she seemed to be helpless with her clumsy self.
"How could you Auror-" the wizard continued to say.
"Forget it, forget it," an Auror said, "Don't say it, we are just here for a drink, not to handle a case." They chose a table and sat down, approached the bar, and asked Mrs. Rosmerta for one. A few drinks and hushed conversations ensued.
"Someone you know?" Butterbeer and wine were placed on the table. Wanda picked up the glass and shook it. She was satisfied with the quality of the wine. She saw the two boys kept looking there, so she asked them, "Do you want to say hello?"
"My cousin." Draco said.
"Yes, our cousin." Harry said, "Sirius's niece...but I'm afraid it's not convenient to say hello now."
"Everyone knows that 'that Harry Potter' is here when she yells." Draco continued smoothly, tugging on his cuffs to cover up the shining gold cufflinks, "There are many people here."
Wanda nodded. Indeed, she also thought that there were many people here, and Harry's identity was undoubtedly a bit sensitive in the wizarding world. They were here to shop, not to get screams.
Nina sat on a seat that was neither high nor short, holding a cup of butterbeer in both hands. She couldn't pick up the entire glass. The glass was heavy and the cup was long. Nina could only hold it and tilt the rim of the cup. Go taste the butterbeer spilling from the lip of the glass. She took a small sip and felt novel because of the sweet, soft drink that also gave her tongue a little irritation. The white foam overflowing from the top of the butter beer also had a faint sweetness, and she sucked it up too. After a few sips, when she raised her head again, she smiled at Harry, licking her lips with her sweet little tongue, but Harry still smiled and took out a napkin, stretched out his arm to wipe her mouth - the little girl's mouth was all white The beard-like foam mark is a full circle, which is a bit funny.
"Here," Ms. Rosmerta brought up a lovely crucible cake decorated with strawberries, smiling sweetly, "This is for this lovely little lady - forgive me for being self-assertive, I haven't seen such a one for a long time. What a cute kid." She said to Wanda, the oldest in the group.
After all, Harry was not a wanted criminal, and the photos were not posted everywhere, and Draco was not old enough to show off his wealth in Hogsmeade. Therefore, it was natural that this woman neither recognized the savior boy nor the savior boy. She didn't recognize the eldest son of the Malfoy family, but she seemed to like Nina very much. Seeing the little girl stand up and lift her skirt to say thank you, she was happy and her eyes were filled with smiles.
"If I have such a lovely daughter in the future, I will be satisfied." She smiled, but soon said to Wanda a little worriedly, "However, please allow me to say a word, there have been several people in this village recently. A child is missing. The Ministry of Magic said that there are criminals who are watching and abducting children and are doing bad things. You must keep an eye on such cute children - they are not looking for those who have already entered school, nor are they looking for babies. All the missing ones are Children who are not old enough to enter hogwarts."
"Thank you, kind lady," Harry said sincerely, "I will hold her well."
"Good boy." Ms. Rosmerta smiled and touched the boy's little face - women of this age like children and good-looking teenagers the most - then she took out a small mirror, pursed her red lips, and turned her head Went to greet other guests.
Draco almost immediately took out his handkerchief, as if Harry was stroking Nina, and wiped Harry's face with the handkerchief several times where the landlady had just touched him. While wiping it back, he muttered: "Everything is cheap. The smell of cosmetics...don't let that cheap powder get on your face and hurt your skin..."
Harry let him wipe it randomly, a little worried about the 'missing child' that Mrs. Rosmerta had just mentioned.
"Would a wizard be a trafficker?" he said. "I mean, would a trafficker be successful? Would a wizard want to buy a child?"
When he asked this question, he asked it very quietly, trying not to let Nina, who was interested in the crucible cake, hear it. The little girl was giggling, watching the strawberry jam and chocolate sauce emerging from the chocolate crucible, still foaming. Bubble, just reaching out to poke the strawberry to play.
Draco stopped wiping his face. Since he was also an older brother, he thought about this question carefully and found that the answer was horrifying.
"Buying children is not common for wizards without children. Many wizards focus on bloodline," he said dryly, "but for dark wizards - I heard that there is indeed such a scumbag who buys a few children to experiment with black people. Magic, or offered as a sacrifice to the devil."
There are also shameful hobbies in bed. Draco didn't say this, but Harry immediately thought of the non-magical world - in the non-magical world, there are no sacrifices for black magic, but there are many 'special enthusiasts'.
He suddenly felt that the world was extremely dangerous and horrifying - this was not the first time he had heard about this matter, but it had not yet been resolved. So, those children who were taken away before?
Wanda sneered and laughed.
"Don't worry, Harry, if they really dare to come here and make bad plans," Wanda tapped the glass with her red nails seemingly casually, "That's just fine, because I heard that the wizard police are all stupid, it's okay. use."
She stretched out her hand and pointed at her little brother: "Put your head closer, Harry."
Harry sat next to her and leaned his head close to her, and Draco also sat close, regardless of image issues, lying on Harry's knees, stretching his neck and leaning in to listen. Nina saw her brothers and sisters whispering, and wanted to get closer, but Draco slapped the little girl away. The latter could only hold the broom, and for the sake of the broom, just stared softly. he.
Then Wanda whispered an idea into Harry's ear - not just an idea.
That's an idea, an analysis, and a plan.
