Chapter 535

"Xiang Xien, I, I..."

Whenever it came to this, Hagrid couldn't control his emotions.

The little wizards had helped him too much; sometimes he would think that the title of Little Buliduo really suited him.

Outside the house, the clouds drifted away, revealing the golden sun.

This house had piled up decades of snow, which melted into trickling streams not long after he arrived.

This day.

Hogwarts was bustling, and students in the third year and above entered and exited Hogsmeade village freely.

It made the first and second-year wizards very envious.

"If we go to Hogsmeade, I'll leave it to you to find a way, Xiang Xien."

In the castle, Jia Siting held several collections of Green's Notes, which were the brand-new versions they were about to launch, basically covering all the content of the second year.

Now, Xiang Xien had to sign them to be sold as collector's editions.

"Um."

Xiang Xien nodded, and the twins had already poked their heads out from behind an oil painting of a wheat field.

"Great Green!"

Fred seemed to have rushed back, with biscuit crumbs on his clothes.

"Please take it out quickly."

George said impatiently.

Under Jia Siting's puzzled gaze, Xiang Xien took out the Marauder's Map.

He pulled out his wand, tapped the parchment gently, and said:

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

This scene was truly funny; the twins and Jia Siting didn't believe this sentence.

"Go to Hogsmeade,"

Fred said while covering his mouth, tracing the route of a passage with his finger,

"There are seven in total. Filch knows these four—"

He pointed them out one by one,

"—we believe only the two of us know these three, don't consider the one behind the mirror on the fifth floor. We used it before last winter, but it has collapsed now—completely blocked.

We estimate that no one has used this one either, because the Whomping Willow is planted right at its entrance.

The remaining one leads directly to the cellar of Honeydukes, which we have used many times. You probably noticed that the entrance is right outside this classroom, through the hump of the one-eyed old woman."

After the twins finished speaking, they ran away quickly, looking like they were very busy.

The Marauder's Map had an interesting function, which was that when a wizard used it, it could guide the wizard on what to do.

For example, now.

Jia Siting was surprised to see a new black dot appear on the map, labeled Xiang Xien Green.

This black dot was standing where Xiang Xien was actually standing, halfway through the fourth-floor corridor. Jia Siting looked closely, and the little black dot Xiang Xien seemed to be tapping the witch with a tiny wand.

Jia Siting looked at Xiang Xien's little black dot, and then at the expressionless Xiang Xien.

Holding back a laugh, he quickly pulled out his real wand and tapped the statue, but it had no effect. He looked at the map again, and a tiny, tiny bubble appeared next to Xiang Xien's black dot, with words written inside—Dissendium.

"Truly interesting, Dissendium!"

Jia Siting whispered, and tapped the stone statue again.

Immediately, the statue's hump opened, large enough for a thin person to crawl in.

"This is truly magical—"

Jia Siting exclaimed again,

"Are we ready to set off?"

Xiang Xien nodded, and Jia Siting quickly crawled into the hole headfirst and walked forward.

"Lumos."

Xiang Xien's wand shone like a light bulb, illuminating the front.

They slid down a long stone slide, and then fell onto the cold and wet muddy ground.

Then they moved forward for a while in a narrow and low mud passage—the passage was winding and tortuous, more like a giant rabbit hole.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the bottom of a dilapidated stone staircase, which extended to a place above that could not be seen.

When Jia Siting wanted to climb, Xiang Xien waved his wand.

On the other side, a staircase grew by itself.

Sending them up.

"Watch your head."

Before Xiang Xien finished speaking, Jia Siting shrank his head, narrowly avoiding the trapdoor he was about to hit.

Opening the trapdoor, lively hawking and noise surged out:

"Take another box of Jelly Slugs, dear, they have almost bought us out—"

A woman's voice said. The two secretly looked, and the woman actually looked over.

"Not very good—"

Jia Siting whispered, casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself, and when his wand pointed at Xiang Xien, the little wizard's figure was no longer on the stairs.

Only a black cat was quietly staring at him.

"It is said that a cat's reaction is seven times that of a human."

He said inexplicably.

Honeydukes was packed with Hogwarts students.

Xiang Xien and Jia Siting walked sideways through the crowd, scanning the surroundings.

Rows of shelves were filled with delicious and juicy candies, large pieces of creamy almond candy, sparkling pink coconut ice, honey-colored toffee, hundreds of neatly arranged chocolates, a large barrel of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and a large barrel of Fizzing Whizzbees...

Leaning against the other wall were "special effect" candies:

Drooble's Best Blowing Gum (which could fill the room with bluebell-colored bubbles that wouldn't break for days), and those strange and crunchy fragile tooth-flossing mints, small and black Pepper Imps ("breathe fire for your friends!"), Ice Mice ("hear your teeth squeak!"), toad-shaped peppermint ice cream ("really jumps in the stomach!"), sugar-spun brittle feather candies, and exploding bonbons.

"We are going to the Green Bookstore, it's about to open,"

Jia Siting took out something like a map, which marked the houses in Hogsmeade,

"I have to say, Xiang Xien, I'm afraid our manpower is still not enough.

In the past, when it wasn't open, we could delay the distribution, but now that we have a shop, we should also determine a suitable time..."

The two walked through Hogsmeade.

Jia Siting was beaming with smiles; he saw the snow in Hogsmeade drifting on every eave, and as he spoke, Xiang Xien responded in a low voice beside him.

At this time, Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the thatched cottages and shops were covered with a layer of freshly fallen white snow, holly wreaths hung on the doors, and strings of enchanted candles decorated the trees.

It was always snowing here, and always noisy.

They were quiet for a while, not speaking, only hearing the soft rustle of snow.

But when passing by the Three Broomsticks pub, Xiang Xien saw an unexpected figure.

A figure with his face hidden in a hood.

Xiang Xien easily identified his identity—Remus John Lupin.