Quietly given affection was best quietly remembered.

Honeydukes is probably the most popular shop among students in all of Hogsmeade.

On Hogsmeade Day, the place is packed with students; you have to walk sideways like a crab to get through.

The store shelves are stocked with hundreds of kinds of chocolates, and there's a large bucket of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans by the wall, along with chunks of creamy yellow marzipan. Before you even get close, their sweet aroma is already enticing.

The shimmering pink Coconut Ice and honey-colored toffee are equally tempting, enticing people to buy them with their sweet aroma.

Harry and Ron plunged into the crowd like diving, using their hands as oars to paddle their way to the counter, pay, and then struggled to get out again.

"Phew~ I finally figured it out."

Harry, clutching a huge pile of candy, wiped the sweat from his brow. "If Goyle and Crabbe came in, they'd probably be squeezed into skinny piles."

Ron grinned and carefully selected some of the saccharin he had bought, stuffing it into his pocket.

This is for Ginny.

As for George and Fred, let them eat Dungbomb!

Ever since Percy Weasley became student council president, it's like he's cut ties with childish things; he no longer eats candy, so Ron stopped leaving him any.

"What did you buy, Ron?" Harry, stuffing his robe pockets full of candy.

"Pepper Imps, look!" Ron said, popping a small, black candy into his mouth, blowing out a large ball of flame.

"Wow!" Harry's eyes widened.

Ron burped, two tiny flames popping out of his nose, blackening his upper lip. "Didn't you buy those Jelly Slugs? Go try them."

Harry pulled a scoop of Jelly Slugs from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and said, puzzled, "It doesn't seem to have changed..."

"That's hard to say." Ron shrugged, quickly standing next to Harry and tugging at his sleeve.

Harry was surprised to find his body becoming light, as if he had been given Levitation Charm, his feet leaving the ground and floating up like a balloon.

Fortunately, Ron caught him in time.

A gust of wind blew by, and "Balloon Harry" swayed from side to side like a roly-poly toy, making Ron laugh out loud.

"If I tied a rope to your feet right now, I could play with you like a balloon," Ron said, grinning.

"It'd better not!" Harry thought for a moment and quickly said.

"Oh, Silan, and Hermione, you've finally arrived!" Harry floated horizontally in the air and waved to them.

Ron, holding his Harry balloon, excitedly waved to the two of them.

"You two are walking too slowly. We've already bought the candy. Would you like to try some?"

He pulled a handful of candy from his pocket, divided it into two portions, and gave them to Hermione and Silan.

Harry was still floating in the air and couldn't control his body, making it difficult to hand out the candy, so he had to ask Ron for help.

"I'll help you." Ron grinned as he pulled Harry's balloon off, placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, and slowly pushed him forward.

Harry was finally able to steady himself.

He grabbed two large handfuls of candy from his pockets and handed them to Hermione and Silan: "Thanks for helping me with the Permission Form. Silan, have some candy."

Silan smiled and accepted the gift, politely eating a piece of Honeydukes Bees.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Ron took his Harry balloon and went off to wander around somewhere else.

Honeydukes Bees was still too sweet for Silan, so he used the tip of his tongue to roll the Honeydukes Bees down his throat and swallowed it directly.

"Wait a moment, Silan." Hermione saw him swallow the candy, his little face tense, and rush into Honeydukes.

They rushed out again very quickly.

"Here, have this. It's not very sweet, and it's mint flavored." Hermione slipped a few Fuzzy-Toothed Peppermints into Silan.

Silan smiled and took it, "You still remember?"

"Of course." Hermione proudly raised her chin and smiled at Silan. "You don't really like overly sweet things, do you?"

Silan has never been used to eating very sweet foods.

Hermione always remembered this habit.

"I still remember the first time you came to my house Cake, you said it was so sweet it hurt your teeth." Hermione mimicked Silan's expression, making a pained face and covering her right cheek.

Silan said helplessly, "The desserts outside are just too sweet. But the Cake I had at your house later were pretty good. How come I've never had anything like them outside?"

"Who knows?" Hermione smiled slyly.

Where did you buy it?

I won't tell you.

Hermione unwrapped the candy and popped a Fuzzy-Toothed Peppermints into Silan's mouth, silencing him.

The reason the Cake were sweet enough was, of course, because Miss Granger made them specially, but she always pretended they were bought from outside.

The cool minty flavor spread in Silan's mouth, with a subtle sweetness that was just right.

"Never mind, I'd better not expose them," Silan thought to herself.

The sentiments expressed silently are best remembered silently.

The two strolled leisurely along the paths of Hogsmeade, wandering aimlessly as students passed by one after another.

Lavender and Parvati also came to say hello, but left quickly, leaving Hermione with only some ambiguous smiles and encouraging gestures.

Miss Granger blushed and pretended not to notice.

"Oh, right, I'd like to buy some Potions Ingredients. I've learned a lot lately, so I'll put those skills to practice." Hermione glanced at Pippin's Potions in the distance.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The two arrived at the entrance of Pippin's Potions and found the Pippin standing outside with a frown, holding a delivery note and counting the quantity of goods.

"Hello..." Hermione said.

"Sorry," Pippin, his eyes fixed on the delivery slip, "We're closed today."

He pointed at the delivery note, his eyes darting around to the goods beside him, muttering to himself as he counted the items.

They certainly look incredibly busy.

"Looks like we've come at the wrong time, Silan." Hermione glanced at the "Closed" sign on the door and shook her head in disappointment.

The Pippin, who was counting the goods, was startled when he suddenly heard Silan's name, and his hand holding the delivery note trembled involuntarily.

Mr. Prewett?!

Pippin abruptly moved the delivery note aside, his eyes widening. When he saw Silan, his eyelids twitched.

He's been running his Potions for years, and although the business isn't large, he's quite good at reading people.

Without making a sound, Pippin glanced at Hermione beside Silan, and his mind immediately started working. He put away the delivery slip, clapped and cheered, and shook hands with Silan and Hermione one by one.

"Oh, you two have come at just the right time!" Pippin beamed, looking sincerely at Hermione. "Today is our anniversary celebration. We were making preparations, and now everything is ready."