Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

206. Chapter 203 If I think about it in the middle of the night, I have to give myself a slap in the face.

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 203 If I think about it in the middle of the night, I have to slap myself

When Harry had eaten his third mint fudge, Hermione came back with two large glasses of foaming butterbeer.

Three Broomsticks' butterbeer contains only a trace amount of alcohol and its main ingredients are butter, sugar and water, so it can also be provided to students.

As for better-tasting liquor, such as firewhiskey, they will not be sold to students here.

Of course, when the Quidditch team was training, Fred told all the players that the Pig's Head Bar could sell high-concentration alcohol to young wizards. The only drawback was that it was expensive.

But now, it's impossible for Harley to fly to the Hog's Head. So why not sit back and enjoy a sip of butterbeer?

The two picked up the wine glasses, clinked them, and then began to taste.

The butterbeer of the Three Broomsticks has a different taste than the butterbeer served at the Merlin Order of Merlin investiture dinner. It tastes sweeter.

But after drinking it, Harry felt that every inch of his body had warmed up.

This is undoubtedly a great enjoyment in this cold October.

"Harry, Hermione."

Harry and Hermione only had time to take a sip of butterbeer when they heard a voice.

Professor McGonagall sat next to the two of them with a glass of violet water.

The atmosphere in the surrounding area instantly became tense. The young wizards at several tables around them all lowered their voices at the same time and stopped discussing plans to learn from each other's work.

The fourth-year Hufflepuff students who were closest to the two of them looked at each other, speeded up their pace, quickly drank the butterbeer, and then left the Three Broomsticks pub.

Some other little wizards who wanted to sit nearby also subconsciously changed their positions after seeing Professor McGonagall.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Harry and Hermione said in unison.

"Good morning, girls." Professor McGonagall raised the violet water in her hand.

"I remember it was your first time coming to Hogsmeade. How did it feel?"

"Excellent." Hermione nodded excitedly.

As a good senior student, she is not afraid of Professor McGonagall.

"We've already been to Honeydukes Candy Shop. Now we're drinking some butterbeer to warm up. We're also planning to go to Literary Residence later."

"By the way, Professor McGonagall, how is the quality of the clothes at Fengya Wizard Clothing Store? I need to purchase some new underwear."

Hermione asked the last sentence in a low voice, her cheeks turning slightly red.

"Indeed, our Hermione is also a big girl." Professor McGonagall, who was not in class, was far less serious than usual.

Hermione lowered her head instantly and blushed even more. Harry looked at Hermione and shook his head. Hermione was really not a big girl.

After all, whoever uses the English tablet knows!

Professor McGonagall took a sip of violet water and then said softly:

"I actually don't like Fengya Wizard Clothing Store. Their clothes are too fancy."

"But the little wizards nowadays seem to like it quite a lot."

"Of course, their quality is nothing to speak of."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded her thanks and wrote down the information in her notebook.

"Professor, are you here on vacation today?" After writing down, Hermione asked with a little curiosity.

"You can say that." Professor McGonagall suddenly looked a little lonely,

"Tomorrow is Halloween, so I'm here to drink a glass of my husband's favorite violet water and remember my late husband."

Hermione immediately covered her mouth and suddenly wanted to slap herself hard:

"Professor...I'm sorry, really, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, kid." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "El has been dead for a long time. This is not something difficult to accept."

The area around the table suddenly became extremely quiet.

After Professor McGonagall quietly drank the glass of violet water, she stood up gently:

"Girls, I'm leaving first. I hope you have a good time."

Professor McGonagall walked towards the door and gradually disappeared.

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After chatting with Professor McGonagall, Hermione suddenly fell into deep self-blame and lost interest in continuing to visit Hogsmeade.

After she simply went to Fengya Wizard Clothing Store to buy some clothes, she wanted to separate from Harry and go back to school by herself.

Of course Halle refused and chose to stay with her best friend.

Anyway, I will come to Hogsmeade many times in the future, not least this time.

On the way back, Hermione felt a little depressed.

Although she is a pain witch and not a psychiatrist, Harley can only make a temporary cameo.

After Harry's enlightenment, Hermione fell asleep as soon as she returned to the dormitory.

Harry did not choose to return to Hogsmeade, but leaned against the bedside table and read a book quietly.

Hermione slept right through until the Halloween dinner.

After getting up, Hermione's mood improved significantly. At the same time, she began to worry that Professor McGonagall would hate her because of this.

"Don't worry, relax." Harry comforted Hermione, "You just did it unintentionally. Professor McGonagall won't argue with you."

After comforting her, Harry didn't let Hermione think too much and directly took her downstairs to attend the dinner.

It has to be said that the Halloween dinner at Hogwarts seems to be designed to never be the same again.

Although I didn't attend last year's Halloween dinner, I heard from others that there were a lot of huge pumpkins suspended in the air that people could sit in.

This year, the pumpkins on the ceiling are filled with candles.

A large group of live bats were flying between the pumpkin lanterns. I don’t know if they were a kind gift from Professor Babling.

I don’t know which professor came up with the idea of ​​integrating it with reality and hung many dementor decorations on the walls, but the robes on the dementors were dyed in various colors.

At the teacher's desk, Professor McGonagall looked as usual, without any sadness, chatting with other professors.

This made Hermione feel completely relieved and began to enjoy the food.

Harry did make some new discoveries.

She keenly noticed that Professor Snape's eyes frequently looked towards Professor Lupine.

What happened?

Harry thought of the new wolfsbane potion that Professor Snape had brewed a few days ago, which would cause severe pain in the stomach of a werewolf six hours after drinking it.

And these days, counting the days, Professor Luping is about to turn into a werewolf.

Then the situation will be clear.

Harry swore on her conscience that she had done nothing and that Professor Snape had created this brand-new side effect himself.

So Uncle Remus, good luck to you.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu and Xiaobai Xiaobai for the reward!)

(ps. Professor McGonagall’s husband was Elphistone Uquiart, who seemed to be Professor McGonagall’s boss, but he passed away very early.

After that, Professor McGonagall changed her surname back, left the Ministry of Magic, and returned to Hogwarts as Professor of Transfiguration.)

(End of chapter)