The first milk tea of autumn

On the Saturday before the competition, the school granted permission for students in the third grade and above to visit Hogsmeade.

Anne was thrilled; she finally didn't have to use the secret passage anymore and could play openly.

However, this also brings up a problem: she can go, but Gabrielle can't.

Although Gabrielle hasn't enrolled yet, she came to Hogwarts with Beauxbatons and must strictly abide by the school rules.

So, early in the morning, the two little girls ran to the Ravenclaw dining table and pestered William.

After listening to their conversation, William said softly:

"Oh, you two want to go to Hogsmeade?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"You want me to cast Disillusionment Charm on Gabrielle?"

"Yes, that's right!!"

"But I haven't had breakfast yet. I need to replenish my energy before I can think," William said with a smile.

The two little girls quickly got to work.

"Here's mouthwash, William!" Gabrielle said kindly.

"Um."

William didn't move at all, so Gabrielle quickly served him some water.

William rinsed his mouth, and then she brought over the trash can.

"Here you go, brother! This is hot milk I poured for you myself!" Anne said solicitously.

"Hmm, not bad." William cracked his neck.

My shoulder is a little sore.

"William, let me give you a massage!" Gabrielle immediately ran behind William and started massaging him.

"Brother, this is a McChicken Pork and Egg Burger, you should try it."

"It smells delicious!" William took the hamburger and took a bite.

"This is the first time I've realized I have such an obedient younger sister."

Anne raised her eyebrows... She endured it!

"What about Gabrielle?"

"Isn't Hermione's Invisibility Cloak there?" William asked, feigning ignorance.

"I wore Invisibility Cloak and slept in Anne's dorm room for one night." Gabrielle gave William another back massage.

"My sister found out, and she won't Hermione lend it to me."

William knew about this.

Hermione pretended not to notice Anne stealing her Invisibility Cloak, but the next day she secretly told Phoebe.

In short, it's about not offending either side.

"In that case, we can take the secret passage," William said again.

"It takes an hour to walk through the secret passage," Anne pouted, complaining. "It's tiring. It's Gabrielle's first time going, I can't possibly take her through the secret passage for an hour."

That's very impolite; we want to ride in a carriage too.

"I see." William did not immediately respond.

"Please, William," Gabrielle pleaded earnestly, shaking his arm.

"But Phoebe doesn't agree," William refused bluntly. "Even if I ask Hermione for the Invisibility Cloak, Hermione won't give it to me."

Rather than offending the two harmless little girls in front of him, William chose not to offend the two fierce girls.

Anne gave Gabrielle a look, and she immediately put on her dramatic act, her lips trembling and her eyes welling up with tears, as if a flood was about to burst forth.

Just once, William.

"If you don't help, I'll pester you and Hermione and prevent you from having a proper date," Anne threatened.

"Alright, I agree," William said helplessly. "But don't tell anyone."

"Great! I love you the most, William!" Gabrielle cheered.

William thought the little girl was going to kiss him and was about to dodge when she suddenly reached out and snatched his hamburger away.

"..."

"I haven't had breakfast yet, so you can't have this." She stuck out her tongue.

Seeing Hermione approaching, Anne quickly grabbed Gabrielle and ran away.

"What are they doing?" Hermione asked curiously after sitting down. "So secretive."

"I want to go to Hogsmeade." William finished the rest of his milk.

"You want me to lend you the Invisibility Cloak?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"No." William shook his head and quickly explained.

"You won't tell Phoebe about me, will you?" he asked.

Hermione's lips curled up, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Would I do something like that?"

That's amazing!

The Invisibility Cloak was something she told Phoebe about.

"Where are we going to play today?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"A new milk tea shop opened in Hogsmeade, let's go check it out."

William smiled and said, "I'll treat you to the first milk tea of autumn."

"It's already the end of October," Hermione said with a wink, contradicting him.

William ruffled her hair and said softly with a smile, "Then I won't offer you a drink."

Hermione clenched her fist, gave a soft snort, and raised her pointed, thin, delicate chin, as if to threaten:

If you're so capable, then give it a try.

A young girl's appearance often begins to mature by becoming thinner, especially noticeable in her cheeks.

William suddenly touched Hermione's face.

In the distance, Harry and Ron sat on either side of the Gryffindor table.

The twins exchanged a glance.

Fred asked, "What happened to them?"

"It seems... things have broken down," George whispered.

"Why?" Fred asked, puzzled.

"Didn't you read the newspaper? Mother even wrote to ask about it the other day." George's voice grew even lower.

"What are you asking about?" Fred has been spending all his time with Angelina lately, so he's hardly going to look at his mother's letters.

"Inquire whether Ron really did bully Harry with Malfoy, as Rita Skeeter wrote."

Hearing the twins' words, Harry felt a pang of guilt.

He really wanted to talk to Ron. He didn't want Ron to be criticized by Mrs. Weasley either.

"Harry, where are we going today?" Krum asked in a low voice.

Having been tricked twice in a row, Krum was more cautious this time and decided to ask for the exact location.

Harry said he could take him to places girls frequent... Krum believed him one last time.

"Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, that's where the girls go," Harry said casually.

Harry definitely wouldn't take Krum there; he planned to take him to the Shrieking Shack and scare him a bit.

If the Gnome massage parlor were still open, Harry would take him to Merpeople for a full foot massage, and then find Auror.

Last semester, he went to a foot massage parlor with Wood and was arrested by the Auror.

In the distance, Lavender gazed eagerly at Ron.

"Where shall we go play today, bravest Champion?"

Ron was a little embarrassed, but still managed a forced smile and said, "Let's go to the Three Broomsticks Inn."

He wanted to see Madam Rosmerta; although she was older, she... had a certain charm.

"We can go to the Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop," Lavender suggested.

Ron didn't say anything; his attention was completely drawn to Harry.

Harry and Krum were having a lively conversation.

They seemed to have a very close relationship.

He didn't know why, but he felt a pang of sadness.

Ron thought that without him, Harry would have no friends left. Unexpectedly, he quickly became friends with Krum.

Krum... he's still Ron's favorite player!

Go back and break the head off the Krum statue!

Even more sour than Ron was Malfoy.

He sat at the Slytherin table, watching Potter and Krum chatting animatedly.

Yesterday, Krum was sitting next to him.

The thought of Rita Skeeter's report filled Malfoy with immense anger and resentment.

Just then, a large number of owls suddenly flew into the Lili Great Hall.

Two gray owls flew off, one towards Malfoy and the other towards Ron.

Unexpectedly, after the gray owl landed on the plate in front of them, four or five barn owls, a tan owl, and a gray woodland owl Accio.

They all jostled and pushed forward, eager to be the first to deliver the letter to the two of them.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on—" Ron said, taking the letter delivered by the gray owl.

"Oh dear!" He stood up in a fit of anger, his face turning bright red.

"What happened?" Lavender asked with concern.

Ron gripped the letter tightly.

Lavender leaned closer and saw that it wasn't handwritten, but rather looked like letters cut from the Daily Prophet.

[You're a big bad guy! You bullied Harry Potter and stole his Champion!]

Malfoy, in the distance, also screamed in alarm.

The letter he received was exactly the same as Ron's.

The most terrifying thing was that when he opened one of the envelopes, a yellowish-green liquid sprayed onto his hands, emitting a pungent gasoline smell.

Large, yellow blisters immediately appeared on both of Malfoy's hands.

Just a dozen seconds later, his hands were covered with thick, painful sores, looking as if he were wearing a pair of bumpy, thick gloves.

--Undiluted Bubotuber Pus!

Seeing Malfoy's miserable state, Ron wisely refrained from opening the remaining letters and quickly ran away.

A flock of owls chased after him, pecking at his head.

"Oh dear, it was just a breakup a moment ago," George said sarcastically.

"Now they're probably going to become mortal enemies."

"Sure enough, those who flaunt their love are destined to die quickly!" he said meaningfully.

Fred chuckled awkwardly and remained silent for a moment.

He was just thinking of telling George that he was going on a date with Angelina later.

Let him go and play by himself.

How could I possibly say that?

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