On the second day of Christmas, Hogsmeade was bustling with people.

Because of the Anglo-Greek Expo, the flow of people in Hogsmeade was like Diagon Alley at the beginning of the summer school term.

Even a dirty and dirty place like the Pig's Head Bar is packed with people.

At this time, the benefits of living here become apparent.

Opening the door to the Shrieking Shack, Harry stretched and then looked at the time.

"There are ten minutes left, let's go."

"Okay." Hermione nodded and walked out of the Shrieking Shack with Harry.

Behind her were the Grangers.

"Jones, are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

"I won't go." Mu En shook his head: "I hope you have a good time."

"Well, see you later."

"Goodbye." Mu En nodded, watched a few people disappear, and then walked towards the basement.

Under the huge Christmas tree in the center of Hogsmeade, among the ribbons and holly, Harry soon saw a familiar figure.

"Stacey." Hermione waved, and the girl turned around and looked this way.

And behind her, there was also a couple.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger." Stacey cheered, then walked over.

After some pleasantries, Stacey handed the two gingerbread men who shouted "Eat me, eat me" in front of Harry and Harry.

"I bought this over there just now. Principal Dumbledore contacted the goblins of Gringotts and set up a stall there to exchange pounds for galleons." Stacey explained.

"Headmaster Dumbledore really thought of everything." Harry nodded and bit off the gingerbread man.

"Hermione, should we exchange some Galleons? Do you have anything you want to buy?" Chris, Hermione's father, lowered his head and asked.

Hermione thought for a while, then shook her head: "I don't have anything to buy. I still have pocket money, which is enough."

"Okay." Chris nodded, and then looked at Stacey's parents. They had the same identity and soon started chatting.

Soon, many ordinary children that Harry and others had seen came here with their parents.

"My dear, where is Mr. Longbottom you are talking about?" Stacey's mother lowered her head and asked.

Harry glanced at the time and was thinking that Neville had arrived here with Ron and others.

"Mr. Longbottom." Stacey said happily.

Then, a feeling of seeing a big star suddenly appeared in this small square.

These parents have heard Mr. Longbottom's story from their children more than once, and they also know that it was this thirteen-year-old child who saved their children from the hands of human traffickers.

Soon, a group of adults surrounded Neville.

"Are you Neville?"

"Mr. Longbottom, how nice to see you."

"I have to express my gratitude to you in person."

Looking at this scene, Harry couldn't help but laugh.

Finally, someone was treated the same as himself.

Neville's face was already red at this time, and he had his hands on his chest and was helpless.

His ability to speak loudly, which he had obviously improved, seemed to have failed at this moment, and he was hesitating and unable to say anything.

It wasn't until a while later that Neville was finally freed.

Then the group of people stormed toward the expo.

At the same time, Harry also saw a familiar figure.

"Mr. Hedlund." Harry broke away from the group and stepped forward.

Hedlund heard Harry's voice and turned his head. Beside him, there were several people older than him.

"These are the members of my occult club in Cambridge," Hedlund introduced.

Harry had already recognized the other party. After a brief greeting, Hedlund led the people towards the clubhouse.

"This is more than just a wizarding event," Harry muttered.

Then he saw Draco again.

But the guy was with his parents and didn't have time to meet Harry.

Soon, Harry returned to the team and arrived at the expo.

As soon as they walked into it, many people felt unbelievable at the vast area. The entire guild hall was completely different from what it looked like from the outside. It looked like an ordinary large building from the outside, but inside it looked like a huge... square.

"Dragon!!" Many people's eyes were immediately attracted to the three huge fire dragons in the center of the first floor, and they even moved closer to them involuntarily.

At the same time, one of the fire dragons roared up to the sky, spitting out towering flames.

However, no matter who heard the roar, it seemed to have the same trembling sound, but it was not too noisy.

"I also used a soundproofing spell." Hermione discovered the reason immediately.

Soon, one magical creation after another surprised everyone.

Because in addition to various theoretical manuscripts, there are also many exhibits that have achieved substantial results.

For example, Damocles intended to commercialize the magic potion, a very easy-to-use burn medicine that can be used for free on site.

There is also a privately modified version of the Firebolt. Originally, Mu En wanted to reject this item, but after considering its commercial attributes, he decided to allow it to be exhibited at the exhibition.

They also saw many familiar people from Hogwarts, including Percy, Fred George, Cedric and many others.

Among them, Cedric was taking Qiuchang and her parents to visit the expo.

He also met Luna, who was standing in front of a manuscript with her father, Mr. Lovegood.

In front of this manuscript, there were several Hogwarts professors and people who Harry had never seen before, but who looked like experts in magic academics, standing together.

"This spell has a wide range of applications."

"But the difficulty is also obvious." Professor Flitwick said.

"Flitwick, are you considering whether it is suitable for entering schools? If so, then this spell is indeed a bit difficult."

Professor Flitwick smiled: "Well, it's just my instinct to be a teacher, and this is my professional direction, isn't it?"

"Wait a minute, you guys, look at this." An old man said, and then gradually looked closer.

"Second Author: Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger."

"Harry Potter?!" another old woman shouted, and then looked closer: "Isn't he only in the third grade this year?"

Professor Flitwick's expression changed slightly, and he pretended to be surprised: "Ah? Is there one? Let me see?"

In fact, he knew it yesterday, and all the teachers at Hogwarts knew it yesterday.

It even caused quite a discussion in the teachers' lounge.

"Julius. You taught a good student."

"No, no." Flitwick shook his head: "I just found out about it, and we didn't expect that these children have been studying the curse without telling us."

"How many children are these?"

"Ah, of course. Luna Lovegood." Professor Flitwick introduced: "We from Ravenclaw House are in the same house as most of you."

It is true that most of these academic old guys are from Ravenclaw College.

Soon, the group arrived at the third floor.

"So Socrates is actually a very powerful wizard?"

"Is the Academy of Athens a wizarding academy?"

"Aristotle, Plato and others are all wizards? The colleges they founded are wizard colleges?"

"What are the myths of ancient Greece like?"

The children kept asking curious questions, and perhaps Harry was the only one who could answer these topics.

As he spoke, he led several people to an exhibition hall.

This exhibition hall is not elegant.

It can even be said to have a restrained publicity.

The shape is restrained, but the cat head at the entrance of the exhibition hall

Just very flamboyant.

"This must be Professor Jones's private exhibition hall." Hermione couldn't help but said, eager to go in and take a look.

The only person here who is slightly less interested in this exhibition hall, apart from ordinary people who have no magic power and don't care about spells, is Harry.

But they won't stop.

Hermione wanted to stop and just sit here and read a book bit by bit.

Unfortunately, time does not allow.

Soon, they arrived at the alchemy exhibition hall of NL\u0026AD.

That is Nico Flamel and Albus Dumbledore.

This place is obviously more attractive to children than Jones' library. As soon as they walked in, the alchemical creations floating in mid-air caught everyone's attention.

There are teapots that spit out smoke, stone sculptures that talk to people, and many other interesting things.

It's a lot busier here than Jones's showroom.

Especially in the middle of the exhibition hall, almost everyone is gathered around a stage.

"what is that?"

"Philosopher's Stone." Harry recognized the red crystal-like stone at a glance.

But it doesn’t seem to be the original version?

To put it simply, in terms of color and light transmittance, it just didn’t look like the one he held in his hand back then.

Then, Harry noticed Ron again.

That look in his eyes.

Longing, extreme longing.

"Ron?" Harry nudged him lightly with his elbow.

"Oh, Harry." Ron turned his head, and then smiled easily: "Look, it's the Philosopher's Stone. Nico Flamel and Dumbledore actually showed this thing!"

"Yes, I know." Harry smiled: "It is indeed something fascinating."

"Yeah. If I had this thing, it would be fine," Ron whispered.

"Just what?" Harry looked at him with some confusion.

The tone just now was nothing like the dull Ron Weasley he remembered.

"That will give you a lot of time." Ron giggled with satisfaction.

Well, that feeling is back.

"Don't think about it. Look, it was mentioned above that regarding the production of the Magic Stone, a material has become extinct two hundred years ago and can never be produced again. Nico Flamel said it himself."

A trace of disdain flashed in Ron's eyes, and then he quickly changed his posture, showing a look of pity.

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