Chapter 876 (1/2)

In fact, the carnival lasted until more than ten o'clock. Anyway, for Fanlin, the warm fire, and the meek Hermione, a silent magic would be two worlds.

And Harry finally joined them, let a very nauseous person participate in a carnival, which is obviously not very reliable.

However, compared with the carnival, Harry is looking forward to the next day's Hogsmeade trip.

It was sunny but windy the day I went to Hogsmeade. After breakfast, they lined up in front of Mr. filch, who checked their names against a long list of all those who had been allowed to go to the village by their parents or guardians.

Harry felt a little uneasy about his conscience. He thought that if it were not for Sirius, he would not have gone at all.

When Harry stood in front of filch, the caretaker sniffed him as if he were trying to find out something from Harry. Then he simply nodded and raised his chin. Harry walked past him and stepped on the cold, sunny stone road.

Fanlin was surprised that he had been treated in the same way. Because of Mrs. loris, the relationship between van Lin and Mr. filch was good, but the arrival of Umbridge changed the situation.

”Well - why does filch smell you like that?” Ron asked as van Lin, Harry and Hermione briskly down the road leading to the gate. ”I think he's smelling of dung bombs,” Harry said with a smile. ”I forgot to tell you...”

Then he told of his letter to Sirius, and a few seconds later Figg rushed in and asked to see the letter. To his surprise, Hermione was very interested in what he said, even more interested than himself.

”He said he got the news that you ordered stink bombs? But who told him? ”

”I don't know,” Harry shrugged. ”Maybe Malfoy. He'll think it's funny.”

”Maybe, but I prefer that it's Umbridge's way to let the administrator watch us, but...” Either Ulrich or the witch would laugh. Either of them would help.

Is it true that the small dried fish from the crook mountain were fed for nothing?

Four men passed through the high stone pillars decorated with winged beasts on top, then turned right and walked on the road leading to the village. The wind blew their hair into their eyes.

All the way into hogmar, she pondered on what Van Lin had said, and there was no doubt that when it came to Umbridge, the girl was always sensitive.

”Where the hell are we going?” Harry asked, ”three brooms?”

”I don't know.” Fanlin said, yesterday he just distracted, did not care too much about the girl said or not.

”Oh - no,” said Hermione, waking from her meditation: ”no, it's always crowded and noisy. I've told others to meet us at pig's head, which is another bar, you know, it's not on the road. I think it's kind of You know Hidden But students don't usually go, so I don't think anyone will eavesdrop. ”

They walked down the main road, past the Joker's shop, where they met Fred, George and Lee Jordan, and passed the post office, where owls would set off regularly and then turn into a path with a pub at the end. A splintered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket above the door, with a stern boar's head painted on it, its blood dripping on the surrounding white cloth. As they approached, the sign creaked in the wind, and the three of them hesitated at the door.