The Return to Hogwarts

Hogsmeade has many shops worth visiting. Bee Duke's Candy Shop has hundreds of different kinds of candies with unique flavors, which are very popular among Hogwarts students.

The Condiment Joke Shop offers a wide variety of prank products that always bring joy.

Wenrenju Feather Pen Shop can meet all your needs for school supplies;

Ladies and gentlemen who love glamorous fashion should definitely not miss the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store. Of course, you'll need a deep wallet, as the items there are not cheap.

If you're looking for something to eat, head to the Three Broomsticks. Their butterbeer is unique, and the proprietress is beautiful and alluring. My only warning is to avoid the Hog's Head. The owner has a grudge against the headmaster of Hogwarts, and if you insist on barging in, be prepared to be thrown out.

Some of the villagers had already gathered around, looking at Mr. Blaine and the uniquely dressed young men surrounding him with awe and curiosity.

Amosta disliked being watched, so after giving the necessary instructions, he waved to the students.

Go then-

Many of the students who had left earlier had already been running around the village for a while, and the well-behaved children who followed Professor Blaine were also eager to get started. Upon hearing the instructions, their eyes lit up and they quickly scattered in all directions, like Nifflers being released from their cages.

Amosta stretched, pondering where to kill time. The Three Broomsticks was a good option, but it would soon be packed with students, and Amosta hoped for some peace and quiet. Suddenly, realizing something, Amosta turned around and saw Fleur and Gabrielle still squatting there, staring at him.

"Oh, what a rare opportunity, Miss Delacour. Why waste your pleasant sightseeing time with me, please?"

Amosta said with a hint of helplessness.

Furong didn't mind Amosta's words; she smiled sweetly at him.

"Before we left, Mrs. Maxim instructed me to come with you, so that if anything happened to the warriors of Beauxbatons, she would know who to hold accountable!"

Amosta's face darkened.

Very good, that's a strong reason, and Amosta can't find an excuse to refuse.

Chapter 592 Custom Race Suit

2023-11-13

The shops in Hogsmeade mainly cater to the young wizards of Hogwarts. On days when Hogwarts is closed, most shops are not very busy. On the main street where most of the shops are located, many shop owners lean lazily against their doors, basking in the weak sunlight and chatting about the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

The number of young wizards visiting Beauxbatons and Durmstrang was not large, but their arrival brought life to the somewhat deserted streets and made the somber village come alive. The inspiration for showing the students from these two schools a tour of Hogsmeade came from Gabrielle's request; Amosta and Dumbledore both felt it necessary to ease the tension between them and Hogwarts.

Hibiscus was in high spirits, which was somewhat unexpected by Amosta.

He had long known that this girl was proud and arrogant and not very interested in anything related to Hogwarts, but he did not expect that her interest in Hogsmeade would be far greater than that in Hogwarts. In three whole hours, the group had covered less than a quarter mile in a straight line because Fleur and Gabrielle were extremely interested in almost every shop.

Amosta thus rediscovered how painful it is to accompany a woman shopping; the last time he experienced this kind of pain was truly in his past life.

He couldn't very well let two frail ladies carry their things, especially since one of them was a little girl who wasn't even old enough for magic education. Out of politeness and gentlemanly manners, he offered to carry their bags, and then the two girls ran wild.

It's clear that the two sisters come from a wealthy family. They don't care how much gold the shopkeepers extract from their pockets with those strange and unusual items. In short, they will pay without hesitation if they are interested in anything.

This was a real problem for Amostall. He was almost overwhelmed by the goods they had bought. In desperation, he could only use magic to control the bags of candy, chocolate, and fireworks they had bought (perhaps Gabrielle had bought a lot of fireworks because she found the nights at Hogwarts too boring). These floated behind him.

Walking down the street, Amosta felt like a conspicuous bag. Passing villagers stopped and chuckled at the sight, some even taking out their cameras.

Worst of all, the villagers were looking at him and Furong with strange expressions, whispering and discussing some sensational topics.

When the two girls finally came out of the literati's residence, two more packages floated around Amosta, like satellites.

Fleur finally noticed Amostella's darkened face, but she felt no remorse whatsoever. Instead, she tossed her hair triumphantly and flashed a bright smile—this was a disaster. These villagers were weak in magic and easily manipulated by the Veela's strange allure. Their resistance to Fleur was even weaker than that of the young wizards at Hogwarts.

If Fleur hadn't been following behind Blaine, some people probably would have already been unable to resist coming up to chat her up.

Noticing the strange looks from the villagers, Amosta felt a chill; he certainly didn't want any scandal to happen.

"Ruijia!"

With a sharp shout, the house-elf he had previously helped appeared before him with a thud. Riga seemed to have recovered from its weakness; it bowed towards Amosta, facing the ground.

“Great Professor Blaine, how can I, Rega, be of any help to you!”

Beauxbatons also uses house-elves, and Fleur is no stranger to these creatures. She is curious as to why Amostall would call a house-elf for this.

“Excuse me,” Amosta’s voice softened, “I would like you to deliver these two ladies’ luggage to where they live.”

"It is Ruijia's honor—"

The little elf bent its waist even deeper, then snapped its fingers crisply, and disappeared along with the exaggerated packages.

"Miss Delacour--"

Amosta pursed her lips.

"I suddenly remembered I have something urgent to take care of. If you don't mind—"

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Furong cried out joyfully, pointing to a shop not far away.

"That's the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store. It's a very famous store with a branch in Paris. The weather here is colder than I expected, and I happen to need a few new clothes!"

Women will always need more clothes, regardless of the weather.

Fleur ignored Amosta's words and ran off excitedly, leaving Amosta and Gabrielle staring at each other.

Gabrielle fluttered her eyelashes and gave Amosta a sweet smile, seemingly quite certain that he wouldn't just leave them there.

Everything was for the sake of maintaining harmony and stability in the European magical education community—Amosta told himself this, then sighed.

"Let's go. After we finish shopping at this store, I'd like to find a place to rest. I'd rather fight Dumbledore than go shopping with someone else again—"

"My sister always loses track of time when she goes shopping for clothes; we might miss dinner—"

Gabrielle giggled. The little girl seemed to trust Amosta a lot. She grabbed his sleeve and ran toward the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store.

By the time Gabrielle pulled Amosta into the clothing store, Fleur had already locked onto her target. She was looking up at a dress hanging high on the wall, while the shop owner was smiling and introducing it to her.

This is a very beautiful white gown, made of smooth silk, exquisitely tailored to create a stunning silhouette. The skirt is adorned with sparkling diamonds, showcasing elegance and nobility while maintaining an overall flawless purity.

"what do you think?"

Fleur seemed very pleased with the dress. She turned to look at Amosta, her azure eyes sparkling.

"It's very pretty, but I don't think it's appropriate to wear this to class or walk around the field. Besides, it doesn't keep you warm."

Amosta said politely.

Gabrielle covered her mouth and chuckled, while Fleur curled her nose and snorted in dissatisfaction, asking the shopkeeper to take the dress down and put it in the fitting room.

Women always have a special obsession with buying clothes, regardless of age. Gabrielle was also fascinated by the colorful clothes in the store, standing in front of the racks picking and choosing.

Amosta immediately spotted the only stool in the shop, quickly walked over, and sat down.

To be honest, this was Amosta's first time stepping into this store.

During his first few years at Hogwarts, he was financially strapped, and his scholarships only covered his basic academic needs. His wizard robes were also from Madam Malkin's Robes Shop, which was quite affordable. In the later years, when he was able to earn some extra money, he invested all the Galleons he earned in magical research and didn't waste any money on clothing or accessories. On the contrary, some of his Slytherin classmates liked to show off the clothes they bought there.

Amosta's gaze wandered aimlessly through the store. In his opinion, the store was nothing special; the only difference between the clothes hanging there was whether they had sashes or pendants hanging from their waists.

But suddenly, Amosta stood up from the stool and walked to a corner that was not easily noticed. There, hanging were not gorgeous dresses or exquisite robes, but just a few ordinary clothes made of double-layered fabric, but they looked quite neat, like Muggle sportswear.

Amosta touched the fabric and nodded unconsciously.

Yes, the fabric feels smooth and is durable enough.

Amosta took a few steps back, looking the dark gray-blue garment up and down, his eyes gleaming with a deep light, and unconsciously fell into deep thought.

Do you like that dress?

After an unknown amount of time, Furong's slightly surprised voice suddenly rang out behind Amosta.

"It doesn't look very good, does it?"

"Oh, no--"

Amosta, who had been lost in thought, suddenly snapped out of it and stroked the unassuming tracksuit again.

"I think this outfit would be quite good as a competition uniform."

Chapter 593 The Bridge of His Nose Was Broken

2023-11-14

Amosta turned to look at Fleur, who had changed into the same white silk dress she had just worn.

This dress seems tailor-made for Furong. The exquisite craftsmanship perfectly accentuates the dress's silhouette, which hugs Furong's enviable curves. The exposed collarbone, the rhinestones adorning the skirt, and the row of tassels hanging from the half-sleeves all exude a pure white luminescence. The few inches of delicate white tulle above the bustier conceal the glimpse of cleavage. This ingenious design not only does not detract from the beauty but also makes the allure even more pronounced.

The seventeen-year-old girl was like a flower in full bloom; she stood there as if she were the center of the world.

Even Gabrielle, who spends every day with Hibiscus, was stunned by Hibiscus's beauty at this moment, while the shop owner, who is over forty years old, looked at Hibiscus with envious eyes.

However, Furong frowned slightly, staring at the unassuming sportswear behind Amosta.

"You want us to appear in front of the entire European magical realm wearing those ugly clothes?"

"I think it's pretty good--"

Amosta remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the stark difference in Fleur's demeanor from before. He spoke in a gentle tone,

"To better present the competition to the audience, and also for your own safety, the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament are required to wear uniform attire when participating in the events. Didn't you know that? This is part of the competition rules—"

"impossible!"

Furong said decisively.

“I can read every rule of the game by heart, and there has never been a rule that requires the Warriors to dress properly.”