Hogwarts: I am Snape

Chapter 37 Three Brooms
October arrived before we knew it. A damp chill permeated the grounds, slowly seeping into the castle through the cracks in the doors and windows.

A sudden flu outbreak occurred among faculty and students, leaving school doctor Ms. Pomfrey scrambling to cope.

Her energizer did have an immediate effect, but for those who drank it, their ears would feel like chimneys belching smoke for hours on end.

During an experiment, Pandora accidentally encountered a rain cloud while grinding the horn of a water serpent. The cloud appeared out of nowhere above her head and followed her around.

“I don’t think this is possible…” she said to Snape, who was staring at her in disbelief, her hair still wet.

The professors were equally baffled by this strange dark cloud, and none of them could explain its cause.

The dark clouds shrouded Pandora for several days, then vanished silently as they had arrived.

After being carried by Filch with a bucket and mop, constantly muttering and following behind, and being glared at by his angry goldfish eyes for two days, Pandora finally couldn't take it anymore and caught a cold.

Snape forced her to drink some stimulant. As a result, steam kept rising from her bright blonde hair, and her whole head looked like it was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets pounded against the castle windows for days on end. The lake rose steadily under the onslaught of rain, turning the flowerbeds into a muddy mess.

Hagrid's pumpkins, thanks to the rain, grew like crazy, each one swelling to the size of a greenhouse.

It wasn't until mid-October that the weather cleared up and the sun shone brightly on Hogwarts again.

The notice in the school common room stated that the first weekend at Hogsmeade this semester would be this weekend.

Snape had assumed they wouldn't be allowed to go to Hogsmeade after the Infernal riot. Now that he knew they could still go, he was naturally very happy.

After all, after a long rainy season, being able to leave the castle and get some fresh air, even for just a few hours, can make people feel happy.

Besides, a few days ago, after being splashed with rain by an owl, Snape received an invitation from Lady Rosmerta, who said that the finest mead was waiting for him.

"Who sent the letter?" Abbott asked curiously.

"It's nothing." After reading the handwriting on the letter, Snape quickly folded it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

He had to admit that the allure of mead was simply too great to resist.

On the morning we went to Hogsmeade, a fierce wind picked up outside, relentlessly battering the windows. The weather was no longer as warm as it had been the day before.

“Pandora,” Snape asked as soon as he sat down to eat breakfast, “are you coming to Hogsmeade with me later?”

“Let’s go!” Pandora said excitedly, her eyes lighting up. “I want a hot butterbeer.”

“Uh… I’d like something to drink too,” Snape said slowly, nodding.

Snape was not at ease on the walk to Hogsmeade.

On the one hand, even though he had wrapped the lower half of his face tightly with a scarf, the exposed part of his face would still be painfully exposed to the wind when he bent over and moved forward against the wind, and later it would even go numb.

On the other hand, Pandora's companion made him a little uneasy. Although he kept reassuring himself that he just wanted to have a few cups of precious mead, after all, that stuff wasn't cheap.

At the fork in the road at the village entrance, Abbott suddenly spread his arms, blocking Snape's path.

"Wait a minute," he said with a sly grin, "aren't you going to invite me in for a drink? Aren't we really good friends?"

“I never said anything like that,” Snape rolled his eyes at him and replied irritably.

"You're saying hurtful things again," Abbott said with a grin. "I think you're up to no good."

"You...you...what are you saying?" Snape blushed slightly.

"Your little tricks won't fool me." "What tricks? Fine, then come in with me."

Snape said, grabbing Abbott and trying to drag him into the Three Broomsticks pub. Ha, we all know each other.

"No... I have something to do..." Now it was Aibo's turn to struggle, and the smile on his face couldn't be kept up anymore.

"You've gone too far! I invited you to come along, and you still wanted to leave. Have some woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere bewitched you?"

"Please, let me go, I was wrong."

"Then tell me, what's the matter that's so urgent?"

"Padre...Padre's Tea House..."

"Oh, that's a great place, but it's quite far from here. You might not make it in time."

"Please..." Abbott looked at Snape pitifully.

The two shoved each other for a while before Snape finally let go.

"I can't do anything with you, go ahead."

Snape turned around and saw Pandora still standing at the bar entrance, looking at them with a loving expression.

"Stop looking, stop looking, it's so cold," Snape said irritably. "What strange things are going on in the minds of the young girls in the United Kingdom these days... They don't seem to have enough homework..."

After saying that, he opened the door and quickly slipped into the small bar with Pandora.

The bar was packed with people, extremely crowded and noisy, hot and filled with a thick layer of smoke.

The alluring proprietress, Ms. Rosmerta, with a bright red silk scarf draped over her shoulders, was beckoning a group of noisy male witches at the bar.

There was a small empty table near the fireplace by the right window.

As he passed through the crowd, amidst a pungent, acrid smell of tobacco and liquor, Snape spotted a scruffy, unshaven, short, fat man with messy ginger-yellow hair, wearing a tattered coat, and looking rather sleazy.

Mundungus?

That unreliable scumbag who fled the battlefield, causing Mad-Eye's death, and looted 12 Grimmauld Place.

Snape frowned, clutched his pocket tightly, and pulled Pandora through the crowd, weaving left and right until they reached the back of the bar.

"What would you like to drink?" Pandora asked. "I'll go get you a drink."

“It’s alright, I’ll go,” Snape said. “I know you want a butterbeer.”

He had just stood up when he saw Ms. Rosmerta, carrying a tray, nodding at him with a smile.

On the plate was an elegant wine bottle, two glasses, and a large glass of hot, frothy butterbeer.

"The bottle must contain the mead that Lady Rosmerta ripened with oak," Snape thought.

A pair of sparkly turquoise high heels appeared and disappeared in the crowd as they walked towards this side.

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