Superman is my primary school classmate

When we first came to Hogsmeade, the weather started to be gloomy and cold, but now the heavy snow outside has not seen a sunny day for more than half a month, and the road into the village is almost blocked.

The number of tourists coming to Hogsmeade began to decrease, the business of the bar became more and more quiet, and Sean had less work on weekdays, so he had a lot of time to sit by the fire and think about life in a daze.

It had been two months since they first met Harry and the others, and they had visited the Three Broomsticks a few times, but Sean really couldn't find a chance to meet them.

Even if he said hello, Sean didn't know how to speak.

"Hi, hello, I know you from ten years later."

Still, "Hermione is dangerous, so I came to tell you in advance."

He must be regarded as a lunatic from somewhere.

The savior is quite well-known among the masses, at least every wizard knows Harry Potter, Sean learned from Hoffman on the sidelines.

When Harry was a child, it seemed that because of the protective spell cast by his mother on his body, he fought back against the mysterious man, and the mysterious man was seriously injured. Everyone believed that Harry brought peace to the wizarding world again.

It sounds incredible, and it was also predicted that the one who defeated the mysterious man again must also be the former savior.

Sean was defeated by the warm room temperature, and his eyelids began to fight. He thought of Harry, who has grown into a mature and charming character in later generations, and then thought of the look he saw in The Three Broomsticks, with his unkempt hair and strange loose coat. No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a person.

Sure enough, society makes people grow...

Sean let out a long breath, and shrank back to the sofa behind him, holding a cup of hot and smoking rum.

I really wanted to give myself a hammer, but it happened to be at this point in time. Harry is now in sixth grade, there is still a year before the return of the mysterious man, and a year and a half before Hermione disappears...

It is not good for him to commit smoking, smoking, smoking, it was more than a year early.

"squeak--"

The old wooden door sounded in his ears, and Sean's drowsiness was immediately driven away. He glanced at the door, and a man with a scarf wrapped around his head came in, and the snow that fell quickly melted on the ground It became a pool of water and left a deep mark.

Hoffman was already sleeping with his head tilted against the bar counter. The man seemed a little embarrassed to disturb him, and quietly found a remote place to sit down.

Sean walked over and handed the guest a towel to wipe the snow from his hair, "Would you like something to eat?"

He could clearly see the man's appearance, he looked like he was in his early thirties, with brown hair and green eyes, his face was gray and haggard and tired, but after taking off his coat, he revealed that he was wearing a well-fitting tailored suit, and he seemed to be a rich man.

"Can I have a glass of beer?" The man smiled warmly, the wrinkles at the end of his eyes made him look a little older, "Don't worry about me, I'll wait for someone here."

The man took out his mobile phone, checked the time, "Give me another order of smoked fish and chips, thank you."

Sean first served him a cup of the special butter beer here, and ran to the kitchen to place an order.

The man's mobile phone made Sean pay attention, he is not a wizard.

It's not that Muggles are uncommon, it's just that being in Hogsmeade is a surprising thing.

The village of Hogsmeade has a Confusion Charm cast over it, and Muggles would never have entered Hogsmeade had it not been for the wizard's magical guidance or someone telling them the correct way to enter Hogsmeade.

Thanks to the direct landing in the woods near Hogsmeade, Sean and Clark were able to enter the village directly, which is why Mrs. Rosmerta would acquiesce that they were Squibs rather than Muggles.

The man thanked Sean, rubbed his hands, and then took out a double-sided mirror from his clothes. Obviously, he contacted the wizard who owns the other double-sided mirror. Sean walked into the bar and sat down where the man couldn't see. , I could vaguely hear the metallic sound of knives and forks colliding.

After waiting for about two hours, Sean looked at the man frequently. He refilled several glasses of beer in front of the man and went to the bathroom once. The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and large and dense snowflakes hit the window to cover him. Looking at the line of sight, Sean estimated that no one would come at such a late hour.

The flames crackled and began to go out, and the bursting sparks jumped out of the stove and fell on the floor, scalding small black holes one by one.

Just when Lian Xiaoen couldn't hold his eyelids, someone finally came.

The wooden door clanged open and closed again.

"I'm really sorry—it's been a long wait."

"Fortunately, I didn't wait long." The man quickly stood up and said respectfully.

Sean looked out through the gap between the wine barrels placed on the bar, and could see a chubby curly-haired old man with his back to him, smiled heartily twice, and patted the man on the shoulder. It looks very intimate.

When he turned around, Sean was surprised to find that it was Horace Slughorn.

Not only did this name often appear in Harry's mouth, the parties involved were also frequent visitors of The Three Broomsticks.

From the students' comments, it can be heard that Slughorn is a rare teacher who treats Gryffindor and Slytherin fairly.

However, Harry didn't appreciate him very much, and Hermione also didn't like Slughorn's attitude. He was stalking and mercenary. They gathered in the Three Broomsticks, and Sean pretended to be cleaning and passed by, and the name came out of their mouths. Coming out will definitely give them a headache all day.

Slughorn walked towards the bar, Sean suddenly lowered his head and pressed against the counter, the wine barrel blocked Slughorn's sight, and then there was a sound of dripping water above his head, it turned out that it was just Slughorn Just pouring wine.

He drank half of the glass of beer, exhaled comfortably, his body became hot, his round nose began to turn red, and his cheeks turned red. Slughorn cast a drying spell on himself , the whole person seemed to have been baked by the sun, and steam came out of his head.

Then he took off his coat and scarf and put them next to the seat.

Slughorn cleared his throat and said, "I didn't say that, Alexander, it's really hard."

His voice was slow and long, "I'm just an ordinary school professor. If Dumbledore listens to it, he will have to look at me. You really make me difficult."

"Sir, I really have no choice, so I come to beg you."

Alexander made a low-lying gesture and begged, "I flew here from the United States for a day just to see you, my son, he can't wait any longer..."

Sean muttered, America?

Slughorn was a little relieved when he heard this, "...he was already 3 years old when we last met, so he must be older now."

"Yes." Alexander was a little downcast, "I'm 14, if I'm in good health, I should be about the same height as me at this time."

Slughorn said, "14, about the same age as my students, Alexander, you have worked hard too."

"Sir, just because we have known each other for so many years, I will send you medicinal materials every year—"

"Be careful!" Slughorn said sternly. "Alexander, what are you talking about? I have confiscated your things."

Alexander responded nonchalantly. There was a sound of rubbing clothes, and his voice turned to hope again, "Sir, look, this is a special product I brought to you this time. You don't like drinking..."

Alexander took a package from his backpack and pushed it to Slughorn.

Sean looked at the hidden and tucked movement, and he could tell that the thing wrapped inside was definitely not some kind of wine, it must be something valuable.

Sean vaguely saw the things in the box seem to be shining. Sure enough, after seeing it, Slughorn's eyes seemed to burst into flames, but it was fleeting. Sean rubbed his eyes, as if It was just his illusion.

Slughorn rubbed his double chin, seemed a bit embarrassed, put on a face, but complied, "Since you are so sincere, it would be too wasteful not to drink such mellow mead—"

Alexander thanked happily, "Then let's go now."

There was silence after the sound of pushing and pulling the wooden chairs. Sean guessed that the two had already left, and he got out from under the bar holding his breath. Unexpectedly, when Sean turned his head, behind him were Alexander and He who had been standing at some time. Slughorn both.

Slughorn patted his stomach kindly. "What are you doing here, little brother?"

Sean looked at Alexander beside him, his face was sullen as if someone had discovered some secret.

Sean's face was embarrassing, before his lips opened, Slughorn drew out his wand first, touched his upper and lower lips lightly, and Sean lost consciousness in the next second.

Closing his eyes in a daze, Xiao En was slumped face down on the hot wooden board, but he felt cold all over his body, his hands and feet seemed to be petrified, and he couldn’t move. Listening carefully, he could distinguish the horse’s cry and hooves from the sound of the wind. The sound of running.

He is now, in the carriage?

The immediate movement made Sean close his eyes even more tightly.

Alexander's voice appeared beside him, "Sir, why are you taking him with you? You should kill him."

Sean thumped in his heart, and Alexander went on to say, "He heard our conversation, what if he told others?"

"Ah." Slughorn reassured Alexander, "This guy is a Squib cleaner from the Three Broomsticks. He doesn't even have the chance to meet important people, and he won't guess from our chat that I have a relationship with You-Know-Who. Contact is nothing to be afraid of."

Now, Sean thought silently in his heart, he didn't know at all, but now that Slughorn said it himself, it's none of his business.

"Then why should we?"

"He's still useful." Slughorn laughed loudly. "He's extremely useful. How can we refuse this offer, and save me from going around looking for someone to try the potion."

The left and right eyelids began to twitch in turn. Sean knew that he was in crisis, but he couldn't do anything.

Snowflakes fluttered outside the carriage, curling up and drifting into the distance, not knowing where they were going.

The author has something to say: I didn’t find the specific name of this drying spell, but it shouldn’t affect reading. I seem to remember it in the book. I don’t know if it’s my illusion...