Aphrodite's Girdle

No one loved outdoor sports more than the Swiss. In winter, everyone skied; in summer, they climbed mountains and hiked. The best-selling items on the market were always those brightly colored outdoor supplies.

Not every wooden chalet in town was a restaurant. Some sold outdoor equipment, including snowshoes.

Swiss snow was deep. Without these shoes, Muggles would sink right in. Wizards could use spells, of course, but that would make them stand out too much.

Pomona did not think Slytherin's old bat would wear such things. The Swiss generally gave the impression of being elegant and well-mannered, and they did not dress as casually as Americans. The clothes he had bought in the shop last night were largely in that style.

Bern was unlike Zurich; commerce was not nearly as bustling. After eight in the evening, local time, the town was basically silent. They went to bed early and rose early, like exemplary students.

The people skiing in bikinis at the resort were probably foreigners too. The Swiss were very disciplined; they would not fool around like that. The outdoor equipment shop also sold hiking route maps. Besides mountain climbing, visitors could view frozen lakes, and there were more local Swiss people over there.

Parents bringing their children out to have fun would not want them seeing peach-shaped backsides. Sirius had deliberately used those Muggle girls in bikinis to anger Walburga. There had been no such posters in the school dormitories, though whether he and James had secretly kept Playboy magazines was another matter.

Young people could not control their curiosity, and it was perfectly normal for them to fantasize about girls. If someone was still like that in middle age, then there was a problem.

Self-control was another extremely important measure of a man. A man's self-control had to