Chapter 289: Travelogue of the Expo

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

Because of the Anglo-Greek Expo, the flow of people in the whole Hogsmeade was like Diagon Alley before the start of summer vacation.

Even the dirty, messy, old and dilapidated Hog's Head Pub was crowded with people.

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

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

"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 go with us?"

"I won't go." Moon shook his head: "Have fun."

"Okay, see you later."

"Goodbye." Moon nodded, watched the 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.

"Stacy." Hermione waved, and the girl turned around and looked over here.

Behind her, there was also a couple.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger." Stacy cheered and then walked over.

After a brief greeting, Stacy handed two gingerbread men who were shouting "Eat me, eat me" to Harry and the others.

"I just bought this over there. Headmaster Dumbledore contacted the goblins of Gringotts and set up a stall for exchanging pounds for galleons over there." Stacy explained.

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

"Hermione, should we also exchange some galleons? Do you want to buy anything?" Chris, Hermione's father, asked with his head down.

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

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

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

"Honey, where is Mr. Longbottom you mentioned?" Stacy's mother asked with her head down.

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

"Mr. Longbottom." Stacy said happily.

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

These parents have heard the story of Mr. Longbottom from their children more than once. 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, it's great to meet you."

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

Watching this scene, Harry couldn't help laughing.

Finally, someone was treated the same as himself.

And Neville's face was already flushed at this time, with his hands on his chest, at a loss.

The ability to speak loudly, which had just improved, seemed to fail again at this moment, and he stammered and couldn't say anything.

It was not until a long time later that Neville finally got free.

Then the group of people attacked the exhibition hall in a mighty manner.

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

"Mr. Hedlund." Harry left the team and walked forward.

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

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

Harry had recognized the other party. After a simple greeting, Hedlund led those people to gradually walk towards the guild hall.

"This is more than just a wizard's grand gathering." Harry muttered.

Then, he saw Draco again.

But the guy was with his parents and had no time to meet Harry.

Soon, Harry returned to the team and arrived at the exhibition hall.

Once they walked in, many people were unbelievable about the vast area. The area of ​​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 the inside was like a huge square.

"Dragon!!" Many people's eyes were immediately attracted by 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 to the sky and spit out towering flames.

However, no matter who heard the roar, it seemed to be the same vibration, but it was not too noisy.

"It also made a soundproof spell." Hermione immediately discovered the reason.

Soon, one after another magical creation surprised everyone.

Because in addition to various theoretical manuscripts, there are many exhibited items that have already achieved substantial results.

For example, Damocles intended to commercialize the potion, a very useful burn potion, which can be used for free on site.

There is also a private modified version of the Firebolt. Mu En originally wanted to refuse this thing, but after considering the commercial attributes, he decided to let it participate in the exhibition.

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

Among them, Cedric was visiting the fair with Qiu Zhang and her parents.

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

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

"The application scenarios of this spell are very wide."

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

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

Professor Flitwick smiled: "Alas, it's just the instinct of being a teacher, and this is my professional direction, isn't it?"

"Wait, you look at this." An old man said, and then gradually moved his eyes closer.

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

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

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

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

It even caused a lot of discussion in the teacher's lounge.

"Julius. You taught a good student."

"No, no." Flitwick shook his head: "I just found out too, and we didn't expect these kids to keep studying spells from us."

"These kids?"

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

These old academic guys are indeed mostly from Ravenclaw College.

Soon, the group came to the third floor.

"So Socrates is actually a very powerful wizard?"

"Is the Academy of Athens a wizard academy?"

"Aristotle, Plato and others are wizards? The academy they founded is a wizard academy?"

"What about the mythology of ancient Greece?"

The children kept asking curious questions, and perhaps only Harry could answer these questions.

As he spoke, he led a few people to an exhibition hall.

This exhibition hall is not elegant.

It can even be said to be restrained.

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

is very flamboyant.

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

The only person who can be less interested in this exhibition hall here, except for ordinary people who have no magic power and don't care about any spells, is Harry.

But they won't stop.

Hermione wanted to stop, just sit here, and read a little bit.

Unfortunately, time doesn't allow.

Soon, they came to the alchemy exhibition hall of NL&AD.

That is Nicolas Flamel and Albus Dumbledore.

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

There are teapots that spew smoke, stone sculptures that can talk to people, and many interesting things.

This place is much more lively than Jones's exhibition hall.

Especially in the middle of the exhibition hall, almost everyone is surrounding a platform.

"What is that?"

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

But it doesn't seem to be the original?

In terms of color and light transmittance, it doesn't look like the one he held in his hand back then.

Then, Harry noticed Ron again.

His eyes.

Desire, extreme desire.

"Ron?" Harry touched him gently with his elbow.

"Oh, Harry." Ron turned around and smiled easily: "Look, it's the Philosopher's Stone. Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore actually showed it!"

"Yes, I know." Harry smiled: "It's really something that makes people yearn for it."

"Yeah. If I have this thing, I can," Ron whispered.

"What can I do?" Harry looked at him with some confusion.

The tone just now was not like the dull Ron Weasley in his memory.

"I can have a lot of time." Ron smiled with satisfaction.

Well, that feeling is back again.

"Don't think about it. Look, it says above that there is a material for making the Philosopher's Stone that has become extinct two hundred years ago and it is impossible to make it again. Nicolas Flamel said it himself."

Ron's eyes flashed with disdain, and then he quickly changed his posture, revealing a look of pity.