Hogwarts, where the stars shine

After breakfast, the students lined up to wait for administrator Filch's signature so that they could leave the school and go to Hogsmeade.

Mesa and Lilia arrived at Hufflepuff's long table. The cook, Sean Hart, had just eaten the fourth piece of pudding and was about to pick up the fifth piece.

When he heard that he was going to Hogsmeade secretly, Sean's excitement overcame his fear of school rules. He used a rice spoon as a mirror to straighten his hair before following his friends and leaving.

Walking all the way to the statue of the toady Gregory, and walking through the long secret passage, they arrived at Hogsmeade.

The little village looks like a Christmas card, with thatched-roof huts and shops covered in a layer of freshly fallen snow, with garlands hanging on the doors.

In order to prevent anyone from recognizing them and complaining to the professor, the three Mesa people tidied up outside the village before entering the small village.Fortunately, it is winter now, and hats and scarves can hide their appearance.

Like an old man who has never seen the world, Sean will marvel when he sees the magic candles on the trees, and he will be amazed when he sees the white snow on the roofs of the cabins and shops.

Looking left and right, Shawn Hart wished he had eight eyes.

"Even if you haven't been to Hogsmeade before, you have been to Diagon Alley at least. Are you so surprised?" Mesa asked. He couldn't understand Sean's excitement at all.

Sean shook his head, and the fat on his cheeks trembled, and he said: "It's different. Hogsmeade is completely different from Diagon Alley."

Although he shook his head and said that Hogsmeade was different from Diagon Alley, Sean couldn't tell what the difference was between the two places. He could only emphasize his excitement by repeating it over and over again.

"Okay, let's go to the Literary Residence first, then to Honeydukes, and finally to the Three Broomsticks." Lilia suggested, "How about my arrangement? Are you satisfied with it?"

Sean made no objections, although his fondness for Hogsmeade did not include the Habitat of Letters.

Mesa also didn't express any objection. He just wanted to go out for a walk. It didn't make much difference whether he went to the Literary Residence or the Military Residence.

After deciding where to go, the three of them no longer wandered aimlessly, but walked straight through the bustling crowd and headed straight to the quill shop.

The three of them in Mesa also passed by Mrs. Padiff's Teahouse on the way.As expected, the business of this misty-looking little teahouse was extremely booming, and couples even lined up in a long queue outside the shop.

"I heard that all the decorations inside have ruffles or bows," Lilia said. "They are very popular with girls."

Through the foggy window, a couple beside the bed were entangled with each other selflessly, as if they were stuck together with strong glue.The couple probably didn't expect the people outside the window to look so well.

Mesa imagined that he was sitting inside, feeling the overwhelming air, and there was a clicking sound in his ears... Mesa shivered, and he felt shuddering just thinking about it.

“If I were to have coffee in a place like this, I’d rather be killing Florob caterpillars in a basement classroom,” Mesa said.

"Probably not! Although I don't like it there either." Sean scratched his head, "I think it mainly depends on who you go with. As long as you go with the right person, it doesn't matter where you go."

I never expected that Shawn Hart would have such an amazing side.

Mesa looked at Sean's chubby cheeks and felt that as long as Sean could be thinner, he would be able to find a girlfriend in school just based on his sincerity.

"Sean, believe me, you will definitely find a beautiful girlfriend." Lilia said, "As for you..." She turned to Mesa and said slowly, "As for you, you may really be more suitable for unrequited love Ross Ms. Murtaugh.”

The chubby Sean lowered his head shyly, then raised his hand to scratch his head, but Mesa didn't take Lilia's words to heart at all, and his unrequited love for Rosmerta was absolutely nothing!

"The vulgar powder will only affect my casting speed." Mesa said solemnly, "I... it hurts so much!"

When Mesa was talking, Lilia raised her foot and kicked him in the calf.The small leather shoes hit the calf bone, and the result was obvious. Mesa was almost holding her calf and spinning around.

Lilia sauntered forward with her hands behind her back. As she walked, she said: "Actually, I don't like Pudif either, but after hearing what you just said, why am I so angry!"

Sean gave Mesa a look of deep sympathy, then yelled "Wait for me" and abandoned Mesa.

Mesa also limped after him. It wasn't how hard Lilia kicked him, he was pretending to be like that on purpose.

The three people walked into the Literary Residence chatting and laughing. Compared with other shops in the village, this small shop specializing in selling quills was a bit deserted, with only a few scattered customers.

Lilia quickly picked out a quill and paid a gold galleon for it.This quill pen has no automatic correction function or memory function. Its only function is that it does not need to correct the pen tip frequently.

After leaving the Literary Quill Shop, the three of them passed Mrs. Puddifu's Teahouse again.One couple left the store with confetti on their heads, and another couple immediately walked in.

The three of Mesa continued walking forward, turned right along the road, and arrived at the door of the Three Broomsticks a few minutes later.

Opening the door, there were also many people gathered in the Three Broomsticks Tavern, but no one stuck together across the tables.Walking through the crowded bar, the three of them sat in an inconspicuous corner.

In the corner of the Three Broomsticks, the three Mesa people who sat down pulled down their scarves in unison, exposing their mouths.If they wanted to drink something, they had to take off their scarves.

Mesa took a big sip of violet water. It tasted bland, just a little more flavorful than plain water.

"What, it doesn't taste good?" Lilia asked, "Would you like a different drink?" The sweet snail cherry syrup soda made her look very happy.

Mesa shook his head. Even though he had money now, he couldn't waste it carelessly. Besides, the violet water wasn't bad to drink, but it had no taste.

Sean didn't speak. He looked around the entire tavern, and finally his eyes fell on Ms. Rosmerta.

He suddenly said: "I suddenly feel that Ms. Rosmerta is also a good choice."

Sometimes, Sean looks naive; sometimes, Sean is very smart; but at this moment, Sean Hart can't handle anything.Well done, why mention Rosmerta?Does hot milk not taste good?

Lilia glanced at Rosmerta who was busy at the bar, silently lowered her head and took the straw in her mouth.

"Although I always tease Mesa about Ms. Rosmerta, I really don't know why you boys like her." Lilia asked in confusion, "She is obviously so much older than you!"

Sean looked up at the sky, he didn't know how to explain it.

Mesa took another sip of violet water and said softly: "If there is a young, beautiful, and extremely figure female professor in the school, then Ms. Rosmerta will not be worth mentioning."

Is there such a professor at Hogwarts?Hogwarts doesn't have one, and it's hard to find one in the future.

Professor Bathshedda Barbling is still relatively young, but she is too focused on ancient runes to dress herself up.As for Professors McGonagall and Sprout, considering their ages... Grandma's friends?

However, judging from Professor McGonagall's demeanor and appearance, she should have been very good-looking when she was young, but many students did not catch up with the good times.

"I understand, if there is a very handsome male professor in the school, girls will also be very excited." Lilia said, "Oh, this world is based on looks."

Many people can say this, but Lilia Shafiq is the only one who is not qualified.Of course, Mesa doesn't qualify either.

Sean took a gloomy sip of coffee, feeling that he might not be the right person for the topic.

Seeing this, Lilia comforted: "Sean, believe me, there will still be people who like your style!"

Mesa also said: "You have to believe in yourself, every fat person has potential."

Although Sean didn't understand what a "potential stock" was, it was better not to say this than Mesa said it, and Sean looked even more frustrated.