That Request of Yours... Will Cost Extra!

Early Saturday morning,

Everyone gathered in the Great Hall, excitedly discussing Hogsmeade.

There are so many things to do in Hogsmeade. Besides the shops you see, there are many hidden attractions waiting for you to discover, explore, and delve deeper.

For example, at the Hog's Head, secretly buy some strong liquor, and while drunk, steal the goat from the bearded owner;

Or perhaps you could stroll through a dark, underground dance hall, far removed from highbrow entertainment, and enjoy pole dancing by Troll troupe and striptease by Leprechaun;

Otherwise, go drink a cup of Sleepy Brew, let the Potions catalyze your daydreams, enter the fantasy world of New Twilight, and fight the Lich King until dusk.

Ghostly delicacies; Merpeople feasts; Gnome foot massages... whatever you can imagine, you can find it in Hogsmeade.

At the Hufflepuff table, William meticulously described these hidden items to Cedric, letting him choose a few.

"William, everything else is fine, but this Merpeople's feast... are you sure it's not the Merpeople Princess who's here?" Cedric gave him a look that said, "Don't try to trick me."

"What are you thinking? She's a princess... how could she lie there like a fish and do that for you?" William rolled his eyes.

"They're all Merpeople from Black Lake who come here part-time. They earn a little pocket money... They'll marry honest fish later, and they're all respectable men."

"Have you tried it?" Cedric glanced sideways at William.

"... Absolutely not, I'm a respectable person." William's face was full of righteous indignation.

Who would try this thing? The Merpeople in the Black Lake are all so ugly. Only Cedric would like it.

"You haven't even tried it yourself, yet you're recommending it to me?" Cedric said, speechless.

"Oh, don't worry about the details." William patted Cedric on the shoulder.

"Have you decided yet? Just pick a few things and take Qiu to play."

"No," Cedric shook his head. "None of that's romantic. What I want to confess... I think Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop is the best."

"..."

"So, after all this recommending, you still want to go there? Can't we have a little more romance? You know what romance is?" William said helplessly.

"Or we could go to the Shrieking Shack, experience the horror of a haunted house there, and let Qiu bury her face in your chest!" George grinned mischievously.

"No, I invited Qiu last time, and she wasn't afraid at all." Cedric sighed helplessly.

Qiu dares to dance the Yangko on a flying broomstick, dares to box with kangaroos... The Shrieking Shack is nothing to her.

On the contrary, Cedric, a loyal reader who the Quibbler, was quite afraid of this thing.

If William hadn't known that Cedric liked Cho, he would have suspected that Cedric was actually a bottom.

So it's not without reason that rumors were circulating at school that Cedric was a gigolo.

Perhaps, he was using the guise of pursuing Qiu to deliberately approach William and the others... Hiss, William shuddered; the thought was terrifying.

Just a few days ago, Cedric invited him to experience the Prefect bath and the automated jacuzzi... Could this be hinting at something?

"Or I'll find you some thugs," George suggested again, offering another terrible idea.

What the heck?

"It's basically an extra, pretending to be a thug to harass Qiu, and then you play the hero and drive them all away," George explained.

"Besides playing thugs and villains... they can also impersonate Slytherin students, dark wizards, France tourists... even Werewolf and Dementor."

George said with a smile, "I guarantee it's professional, without a single flaw."

Cedric asked with interest, "Will they use magic in combat? That would make it seem more realistic."

"What are you thinking?" George said seriously. "We're in the legitimate service industry; we can't just break the Ministry of Magic's laws like that."

Besides, with so many Dementor patrolling Hogsmeade, using magic in combat would easily get you spotted, so if you want realism... you'll have to pay extra!

"..."

Cedric thought about it carefully and realized that Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was the best, as it was low-cost and highly secure.

A Xiao Yuan wooden table,

Two folding chairs,

Three or four porcelain dishes,

It contained seven or eight Maltesers.

Holding a copy of "The Quibbler," I sat quietly, savoring the bitterness of the tea, exploring the Unsolved Mysteries of the World, and indulging in the rich aroma of perfume...

If you get tired of Maltesers, you can still elegantly say, "Boss, refill!"

This is what a date should be like!

George suddenly reached out and waved towards the Gryffindor dining table.

But Fred, who was far away, didn't notice and was too busy talking to Angelina.

"What are Fred and Angelina talking about? They've been talking for twenty minutes." George asked doubtfully, "Are they selling products?"

William gently rubbed his forehead.

What could those two say? Of course, it was that Fred wanted to ask Angelina out on a date.

Only George was still naively convinced they were talking business... and some business deals, in the process, turned into a romantic relationship.

William was curious to know how Fred managed to be with George while also effortlessly taking Angelina on dates to Hogsmeade.

Indeed, Fred is a master of time management. This level of management skill is the result of at least twenty years of experience.

William is far inferior to him.

George frowned and said, "Everyone's been acting strangely lately, not just Fred, but Ron too."

"What's wrong with Ron now?" William asked.

"He caught a glimpse of Madam Rosmerta at the station last time, and he seemed completely distracted."

"Many students have a crush on her." William winked. "Teenage crushes, you know, seeing a charming widow who still retains her beauty... isn't that normal?"

"The problem is that just a few days ago he said he was going to Three Broomsticks to secretly film her, but last night he suddenly said he wasn't going to Hogsmeade anymore."

"Isn't Ron going?" William asked, puzzled.

Ron's mental state has indeed been poor lately, almost as bad as his little mouse, Scabbers.

"Could it be that they're afraid of being discovered by Professor Snape?" William asked.

Some time ago, the twins posted a task through others, asking Ron to sell Snape's photos.

When Ron learned that Snape was investigating, he was terrified and immediately stopped what he was doing.

"It shouldn't be." George shook his head. "Last night, he asked me and Fred for another batch of photos through his informant, seemingly preparing to continue selling them."

William shrugged. "They really value money more than their lives."

"Fred, come here!"

Suddenly, shouts came from afar.

The group looked up and saw Ginny. Ginny, looking rather furtive, waved at them, signaling George to come over.

George grumbled, "She always mistakes me for Fred. Is she really my sister?"

Although George said that, his actions spoke louder than words; he immediately stood up and walked towards Ginny.

William glanced at Ginny, lost in thought.

Luna is always acting strangely, which isn't surprising. Ginny also seems suspicious, and Anne is even more so—we haven't seen her for days... These three little ones are definitely up to no good.

Soon, it was time to leave.

Filch stood inside the gate, holding a long list, checking the students' names.

He squinted, suspiciously observing everyone's faces, wary of anyone who shouldn't be there sneaking out.

Fortunately, no one tried to sneak into Hogsmeade.

A kitten was crouching at Filch's feet.

Mrs. Norris went on a date with Bobocha, so Miss Alice took her place.

She stared intently at each little wizard, her expression both cute and fierce.

William and Hermione climbed into a carriage, Thestral snorted and sped off toward Hogsmeade.

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