Students are queuing,

Filch stood at the side of the crowd, checking their names against the long list.

On the list are parents or guardians who are allowed to visit students in Hogsmeade Village.

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

Harry shrugged indifferently.

Sirius, as guardian, signed his autograph, and Professor McGonagall passed.

So he is an eligible student and does not need to go through the secret passage to Hogsmeade

Filch's gaze quickly left Harry and began to stare at Krum viciously.

Miss Alice, who was on the ground, sniffed vigorously as well, as if trying to remember his scent.

Krum furrowed his thick eyebrows, a little annoyed.

He didn't offend the Administrator, did he? That time he was caught by Snape, and it had nothing to do with him.

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

Harry left the castle with Krum and headed for the carriage.

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

Harry chuckled inwardly.

Malfoy was attacked in the morning and must have been hospitalized. Ron won't get hit too, right?

As soon as he thought of this, he was not in the mood to go to Hogsmeade. Even the desire to play tricks on Krum is completely gone.

He was a little tasteless:

"I'm sorry, Victor, I remembered something for a while, you can go by yourself first."

"But......" Krum's eyebrows furrowed.

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

Krum was speechless, he had seen William and Hermione get into the carriage and walk away.

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

Krum chased after Harry as well.

The two turned back to the castle and were confronted by Filch, who had apparently just sent off the last of the Hogsmeades.

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

"Didn't do it." Harry was honest.

"Didn't do it!" Filch spat on the ground, his jaw shaking unpleasantly.

"It's like it's true! You two are running out of breath, and it doesn't look normal!

Why didn't you spend time with your pesky red-haired friend, who is now buying stink bombs and burp powder and flying bugs in Hogsmeade? ”

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

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

He stood there staring at Krum until he was out of sight.

"Have you offended him?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"No, I don't." Krum shook his head.

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

Krum chased after him again, but the stairs suddenly spun around, sending him down another hallway.

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

What a damn hallway!

Krum burst into a foul mouth.

Who designed it?

He was about to call for help, when he suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and he fell directly on the stairs.

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……

Ron stood at the castle window, looking out gloomily.

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

Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the hallway. Ron turned his head to see Ludo Bagman walking briskly towards him.

"Ron, kid!" Ludo walked over enthusiastically, put his arm around his shoulders and said:

"Well done, actually became a warrior, good guy! Your dad already knows that I have a good relationship with Arthur! ”

Ron nodded blankly, he remembered that their family's ticket was obtained with the help of Ludo.

"Let's go, let's change places, it's too conspicuous here, you don't want to see a warrior and the referee alone!"

"Hmm...... Good. Ron said.

Ludo took Ron to a little more remote and then turned to look at him with a fatherly expression on his face.

"How does it feel, Ron? Is there anything I can help with? ”

"What?" Ron stammered.

"Do you have a score in your heart?" Bagman asked stealthily lowering his voice.

"If you'd like, I could give you a few ideas. I mean......"

Bagman lowered his voice and continued, "You're at a disadvantage here, Ron...... As long as I can help......"

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

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

This is a great opportunity!!

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

Ron's heart beat suddenly.

If Bagman is willing to help...... When no one else knew about the first event, he might have won the championship!

Bang bang bang!

There was the sound of wooden footsteps, and Mad-Eyed Moody suddenly appeared, limping towards them on crutches, his wand lit up.

He yelled, "You two, do you see strange people? ”

"What's wrong?" Ludo suddenly panicked.

"Professor Moody?" Ron stammered as well.

"Hello." Moody said angrily.

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

"What are you two doing here?" He said in a skeptical tone.

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

"I told him 'it's all under control,' didn't I, Ron?"

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

The two of them were just discussing cheating, and they couldn't let anyone know!

"What's wrong, Moody?" Ludo asked.

"Someone has been attacked, Durmstrang student - Krum!" His face was grim.

Just then, there was another sound of footsteps.

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

He tugged at Harry and said smugly, "Professor Moody, I caught Potter, he didn't go far.

I asked him to go to the lounge, he didn't, he must have done it! ”

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

……

……

William and Hermione, walking around, holding creamy pralines they bought from Duke Honey's candy store.

They bought a lot of gifts, chunks of creamy peanut candy, shimmering pink coconut sorbet, and a large vat of flavored beans...... In their respective names, they were sent back to two homes.

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

This routine has been going on for several years, and it works well.

At least every time William came home, Lyanna praised Hermione, and said that he had no conscience and didn't give gifts.

He just didn't know that it was actually a gift bought.

This year, to send express delivery, of course, to support their own business, neither of them chose the owl.

"It's time, it's time for us to go to the Hog's Head Bar." Hermione glanced at the time.

The two walked along the main road, and soon turned into a side road, and there was a small bar at the intersection.

A tattered wooden signboard, hanging from a rusty stand on the door, depicts a severed boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that encased it.

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

Seeing the two of them, it was as if they saw a real big fat sheep, and they immediately stood up.

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

"Hello, Mr. Stark and Miss Granger." The old goblin smiled flatteringly.

Gringotts owes so many Galleons, so naturally the posture should be lowered.

Aberforth walked over, rubbed his hands, and said, "What do you need to drink?" ”

"Two bottles of Butterbeer." William said.

"Just two bottles!" Hermione emphasized.

"Five bottles of Butterbeer? Two bottles of flame whiskey? Aberforth muttered. And a bottle of lime brandy? ”

Aberforth ordered a drink as if he had never seen a guest.

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

Who are you insulting if you drink two or two bottles of butterbeer?!

Under the helpless gaze of William and Hermione, I saw this old man who looked very similar to Professor Dumbledore, and went to get wine.

"Did you bring anything?" William asked.

"Brought, just trained, the price, naturally ......," the old goblin philistine laughed.

"Five thousand Galleons for a day...... The price I gave was not low. William said impatiently. You put it and you put it away. ”

"Of course. And sir, you can't draw blood...... Nor can it be hurt...... You can't kill ......."

The old goblin confessed repeatedly, and carefully handed over a black box.

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(Ask for recommended tickets and monthly passes.) ）