Superman is my primary school classmate

Sean unconsciously used the "black hole" to bring all of Hermione's things.

Fifty gold Galleons, 50 ​​silver Sickles, and a pile of Nats were found among the fragmentary items, which became all the support for the living expenses of the two later.

Hogsmeade is adjacent to Hogwarts, which is open to the outside world, and Hogwarts students can come here for leisure and play every Saturday, and the three broomsticks have become a gathering point for many students to chat.

"Come in, the snow is too heavy today..."

The cold wind that came with pushing the door made many people sitting at the door complain. Some people came in and shook off the snowflakes that were covered with their feet.

Sean was hiding in the corner at this time, and he couldn't tell from his casual look that he was always paying attention to the people who came in.

A man and a woman took the items they had just purchased from the shops in the central street of Hogsmeade, found a seat and sat down, chatting. Sean was a little far away, and there were all kinds of wizards from all directions in between. , The man's high-pitched voice made it hard for him to hear anything.

Sean pulled his hair. He stayed here for a full month, and his hair has grown a lot. Food and lodging cost money everywhere. It’s a little bit of savings. I haven’t looked for a haircut, thinking Should I borrow a pair of scissors to cut it?

One of them was Ron, and Sean guessed it by relying on the iconic red hair. Whether he was young or growing up, the freckles on his nose remained the same.

Ron's eyes glanced at the chattering girl from time to time, who seemed to be a little angry. Her fluffy and explosive natural curly brown hair made her look like a irascible lioness shaking her head.

"You wait, I'll go to the bar to serve beer."

"No need." Ron pressed Hermione, "I'll just go."

Sean saw her face clearly when she turned her head.

Unlike the brief glimpse in the dark night, in the brightly lit room, Hermione did not have the tension and panic that Sean remembered. Her straight back made her look outstanding and bookish.

Watching Ron's back leave, Hermione turned around and began to unwrap the new product at the Honeydukes Candy Store just now, a complete set of high-end feather candy, although it was a bit expensive, but she bought it after gritted her teeth, she wanted to wait until the holidays to bring Some went back to give the Grangers a taste, Mr. Granger has always been fond of these novelty gadgets in the wizarding world.

Pulled out a long feather lollipop, licked the feather on the top, just put it in the mouth, a sweet taste spread in the tongue cavity, licked the candy stains around the mouth, and put it back into the packaging box middle.

He knocked on the table with his fingertips, complaining that Ron hadn't come back after so long, and looked at the bar. Sure enough, Sean's face turned black when he saw Hermione.

Mrs. Rosmerta is the proprietress here, a beautiful young woman who is a little older but still has a charm.

This weather is still not afraid of the severe cold, wearing a skirt with her collarbone exposed, leaning on the bar, sliding her index finger on the rim of the wine glass, blinking her long and bushy eyes slowly, and said numbly, "Just Just three cups?"

How could Ron withstand such a powerful physical attack? His level was no longer a gear. His cheeks were burning hot and his head was smoking. He didn't know where his mouth was, and he could only scratch his head and giggle.

"Just three cups."

Hermione stepped between the two of them, blocked Ron's view with her huge natural curly hair, and glared angrily, "Please don't put your hands on the mouth of the cup, it's unhygienic, you know that?"

Mrs. Rosmerta looked at the two of them knowingly, her soft waist swayed slightly, and sighed, "Okay, I won't play with my little brother..."

As he spoke, he merged into the other wizards, and there was a burst of wild laughter.

The adult wizard glanced faintly, and the haughty eyes seemed to be mocking Ron for not seizing the opportunity.

Hermione stepped hard on Ron's foot, and this guy's eyeballs were about to fall on Mrs. Rosmerta's body, which made Hermione feel ashamed.

"What are you looking at, do you want to follow?"

Ron shook his head sensibly, lowered his head like a student being taught by the dean, and followed Hermione obediently.

When Harry came, he saw Hermione turned his back to Ron indifferently. It was strange, but he was fine before. He took off his coat and asked, "Wait a long time, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Hermione tossed back the hair in front of her head, and changed the subject, "It took so long, Professor Slughorn is not still very insisting on inviting you to his party?"

Harry glanced at Hermione with a headache, and Hermione knew that it was definitely not good news to take over in the end, and looked at him sympathetically.

Slughorn has always valued Harry very much, and wanted to win him over to become a member of his little gang. Maybe someday in the future, as the savior, Harry could come in handy.

As an active and excellent learner, Hermione was also invited by Slughorn, but she thought that instead of spending this time on this kind of queuing dinner, it would be better to spend more time studying, always thinking that the courses are too heavy. rejected by.

Thinking of this, Hermione glared at Ron angrily, the guy who was studying with him, but still failed the quiz last week.

What was Ron doing with his innocent head buried in butterbeer?

Harry moved on to the next sentence, which made Hermione's mood worse, "I promised to attend Professor Slughorn's party next Monday—"

Hermione also thought that since she couldn't avoid it, it would be fine to accept it.

Harry went on, "—and I'll help you along the way."

"Harry!"

Hermione's lion's roar made Harry's eardrums burst, and the people around looked at him with displeasure.

"What the hell are you doing!" Hermione lowered her voice, tugging at Harry's sleeve as she felt the eyes of others being pricked by needles. "I've already turned down Professor Slughorn, and I want to help Ron review."

The two looked at Ron in unison. Ron was surprised at first, and Hermione scolded him the day before yesterday for being too stupid to teach him any more homework, but under Hermione's murderous sight, he nodded and admitted.

Harry looked at Hermione apologetically, "But I already agreed..."

Hermione's hair was about to stand on end, and it was already a sign of going crazy, Harry softened his tone, "Okay, just keep me company, I don't want to face half of the Slytherins on the table alone, would you?" Can't eat dinner."

Her friend's betrayal made Hermione cut off the idea of ​​talking to him again, and she never opened her mouth again after the conversation ended.

Sean saw the three of them sitting for a while, and after drinking their beer, they put on their gloves and hats again and rushed into the snowstorm.

It took less than 10 minutes to settle back and forth, and for a short time, Xiao En couldn't see the figure before he recovered.

"What's the matter..." Sean muttered in a low voice, Hogwarts students open Hogsmeade only on Saturdays, and I have to wait for a few more Saturdays to see them, but I didn't even intervene with them. There is no chance of a mouth.

"I still want to know what you are doing!"

There was a gloomy urging from behind, and Sean straightened his toes in a jerk, and lowered his head falteringly, "I'm not rubbing the wall..."

"It's all because you wiped it for a long time, did you get anything out of it?"

The hunchbacked man is called Hoffman, and he can be regarded as the half-boss of the Three Broomsticks. He is a searcher, and he likes to deduct Sean's salary on weekdays.

Sean considered that their money would be less and less, and that they would spend it all one day, so he stayed with Clark as an employee in the Three Broomsticks.

Mrs. Rosmerta regarded Sean and Clark as poor Squibs like Hoffman, and they must have taken them out to flee to the end of the world because of emotional and family reasons, which is pitiful.

Especially seeing that Sean and Clark are so handsome, Sean guessed that the main reason is to look at their faces. Mrs. Rosmerta must have vomited long ago when she looked at Hoffman with such a wretched look every day.

Clark helped in the kitchen, and Sean was transferred to the bar to clean up.

"See that over there?" Hoffman's pointed chin nodded.

"Of course..." Pointing at the place where the three of Harry left just now, Sean responded weakly. Could it be that Hoffman discovered his little action just now?

"Go clean it up if you see it!" Hoffman raised his foot and was about to kick Sean's ass, "Are you still waiting for me to clean the table?"

Xiao En picked up the rag that had fallen to the ground in fright, turned around to avoid it, and ran away as quickly as if his feet were oiled.

Hoffman spat, "Little brat."

When I left, I stopped by the wall in doubt, it was so dark that I couldn't see the original wall painting clearly, "Is it so dirty?"

I touched it lightly, and my hands were sticky, "Evil——"

Sean was stared at by Hoffman all day long, and he didn't dare to be negligent. If he slack off, Hoffman would immediately shout for his life.

In the evening, when the business gradually slowed down and the door was about to close, the task Hoffman left for Sean was to wipe clean the wall near the stove.

"Bangdang-"

Xiao En threw the black-stained shovel on the ground in frustration, and sat down on the ground. The fire in the stove was gradually extinguished, leaving only a small cluster, swaying and following his face, making him glow red.

"Madame Rosmerta said you were here."

Clark finds Sean at the bar.

At this time, Sean's two arms could no longer be lifted, Clark sighed, picked up the shovel by the way, and helped him complete the rest of the work.

Sean was finally able to rest for a while. He closed his eyes and could smell the oily fume and food on Clark's clothes in the kitchen beside him.

It made him feel strangely unreal. He had never lived such a miserable life in such a big age.

Although there was a fire in the room, the wind in all directions could not be blocked, and he thought of a way to sneak into the house. Clark was very angry and only wore a single shirt, with the sleeves rolled up high.

Sean propped his neck and glanced at Clark leisurely, and Clark smiled twice, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you." Sean sighed, "You're so handsome."

In half a month, Clark's chin grew a prickly beard again, just like when the two met for the first time. Although it is still a little embarrassing to think about it now, it can be called a period of youth.

Relying on Clark's strange strength, the wall was shoveled clean in less than an hour. Sean stomped his feet, threw the things away, and dragged Clark upstairs to get ready for bed.

As for other things, let's talk about it tomorrow.