Hogwarts from another world

In the corridor outside the common room, hanging ribbons composed of holly and mistletoe have been pulled up; the armor and portraits on the roadside have also been polished and very clean; and in the auditorium, Professor Flitwick is decorating Decorations on the Christmas tree, hanging small shiny icicles and small candles

Even though Christmas hasn’t really arrived yet, you can already feel the atmosphere.

Three of the four long tables in the auditorium have been moved to the wall, leaving only the last one.

Obviously, it seemed a bit silly to use the original college dining table when most of the students had already left school.

Matthew saw about a dozen students sitting at the only long table left, eating breakfast.

Most of them are unfamiliar faces. Most of them should be students from Muggle families like myself and now "homeless".

At the same time, he thought to himself.

Most of the people he knew at Hogwarts had left school, with a few exceptions, probably Hermione Granger from Ravenclaw and Harry Evans from Gryffindor. ; They seem to still be at Hogwarts.

But now at the dinner table, none of their faces can be seen.

Matthew found a seat at the long table and sat down.

Breakfast during the Christmas holidays is more sumptuous than usual.

In addition to the usual food, there are also gingerbread, tree trunk cakes, smoked salmon, prosciutto, and turkey sandwiches.

They all taste pretty good, and Matthew eats his breakfast very quickly.

When Harry Evans entered the auditorium, he dropped his half-eaten turkey sandwich and walked out.

Professor Rosier on the podium also quickly cast a stern look at Matthew's wasteful behavior.

After leaving the castle, Matthew walked towards the direction of the school gate.

To be honest, this was the first time he had walked this road in more than three months of enrollment.

The school door is made of steel and is now open. Its appearance is very gorgeous, with many stone pillars on both sides, the two largest of which have a winged wild boar on the top.

Mr. Pringle sat lazily at the gate, holding a registration form in his hand.

"Name, college, and grade" he asked nonchalantly.

"I am Matthew Wakefield, a first year student in Slytherin." Matthew replied.

Mr. Pringle swiped a few words, wrote a few lines on the registration form, and then waved his hand towards Matthew: "Remember to come back before dark, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

"Understood." Matthew nodded.

Then, he stepped through the castle gate and walked out of the Hogwarts campus.

The road leading to Hogsmeade is a rough, muddy path covered with thick white snow.

For senior students, this road is not unfamiliar, because every year after they get off the Hogwarts Express, they will take a carriage pulled by the Thestral and walk through this path to Hogwarts. campus.

For first-year students like Matthew, they have never walked this route before because they rowed across the Black Lake to come to school.

Along the way, there were almost no other people in sight.

It's also normal. Usually only Hogwarts students take this road, but now there are not many students left on the entire campus.

However, Matthew was not panicked or anxious at all. He stepped through the thick white snow on the ground and continued to move forward.

To be honest, the walk to Hogsmeade was uncomfortable. Although Matthew wrapped the lower part of his face with a scarf, the exposed parts soon became sore from the cold, and later became numb.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a fork in the road appeared ahead. One side led to Hogsmeade Station, where the Hogwarts Express stopped. As for the other side, it undoubtedly led to Hogsmeade Village. Yes

After walking on the path to Hogsmeade Village, about five minutes later, he arrived at his destination.

Unlike Hogwarts, which was deserted at this time, Hogsmeade Village was bustling with activity.

After all, Hogsmeade is the only pure wizarding village in the UK. Although the students are on vacation, the shops are still open. Various people from the magical world were walking through the shops in the village.

At a glance, the village is full of thatched huts, and the roofs are covered with snow; because of Christmas, the surrounding trees are also covered with enchanted candles.

The many small shops in Hogsmeade are very famous among Hogwarts students.

Examples include Honeydukes Candy Shop, which sells chocolates and other kinds of magical candies. When Matthew passed by it, he found it was packed with customers; and Zuko's Joke Shop, which sells many materials for pranks and tricks. Those naughty students are very fond of it; there is also the Two Broomsticks Bar, where the butterbeer, hot mead, red wine, and even cherry juice are excellent.

But Matthew walked through these busy shops one by one.

Then, he walked past the Hogsmeade Post Office; a small house where the smell of owl droppings could be smelled from a distance, and owls flew around from time to time.

Finally, he found a small bar at the intersection of a side road.

Looking at everything in front of him, Matthew was slightly shocked.

Originally, he just came here to have a look with the mentality of giving it a try.

But I didn't expect that the bar in front of me was still very similar to the original one.

The tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door, with a severed pig's head drawn on it, and blood stains soaked into the white cloth wrapping it.

At the same time, on the signboard, there was a line of words written crookedly:

“hog’s head.”

Matthew hesitated for a moment, then walked forward and knocked lightly on the door.

But there was no response.

Matthew raised his hand and knocked again.

After waiting for about thirty seconds, the door of the bar was opened.

An old man who looked eccentric, tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard.

But these are not the main points. What is even more ferocious is his face. This old man’s face is densely covered with more than a dozen scars. It seems that the whole person has been disfigured and looks very ferocious. If you are a timid person, I am afraid that he will directly About to faint from fright

In addition, Matthew did not smell the mutton smell on the other party's body as he imagined.