"I don't know—but we might be in a bit of trouble, oh! Weasleys!" Fred grabbed the steering wheel tightly, because otherwise he might be thrown out.

Anna stuck the broom on the door, and the three people in the back seat clung to the broom to avoid being thrown out, "What happened? Merlin bless!" Ron shouted.

Anna took out her wand and held it in her hand. She grabbed the broom with one hand and looked out the window. The scenery outside kept turning over and over.

"Maybe it hit a bird, maybe." She saw the wipers on the windshield keep shaking, the lights flashed and seemed to be venting their anger, and the huge roar seemed to be howling.

"No, I'm going to vomit," Ron held the door.

"Running Gorgon! Baby Ronnie, you must hold on!" George screamed.

Harry didn't know what to say, he could only put his hands on the roof of the car while comforting Ron to hold on.

"I'm working hard! Get it under control!" Fred broke out in cold sweat.

"Restore it!" Anna cast this magic on the Ford car, but surprisingly, the car just looked brand new and the seat cushion became more comfortable, but it didn't ease its rotation.

It seems that for overly complicated magic equipment, the effect of the repair spell will be greatly weakened. Anna supported the roof of the car, so what about the floating spell?

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"Shuh—" After a sense of weightlessness, the car finally stopped, "Ouch—" Ron opened the window and vomited outside. Harry clutched his stomach and stopped talking.

brother! We're in the sky at an unknown height - throwing up is totally wrong!

Fred and George slumped in their seats. "I almost broke the steering wheel." Fred wiped the sweat from his sleeves.

"It's okay," Harry should be in the best condition, "but Ron may be a little uncomfortable."

"I see, poor Ronnie vomited—" George glanced back at him, "—we have to get out of here quickly, or the vomit rain will attract the attention of Muggles."

After some twists and turns, several people felt top-heavy when they got out of the car. Ron was holding on to the street lamp, Harry was patting him on the back, and Anna was determined to learn a medical spell or two.

"This is it", the shabby street, kicked down trash cans, and occasional rats, Anna suspects that this street should be uninhabited. It should be in a more suburban location in London, with a building in front of her. Dilapidated bungalow, carefully stepping over the hole in the wooden floor, Fred took out a key from the flower pot in the corner.

"What is this place?" Anna followed the twins in. She looked curiously, the room was full of old furniture, "How did you find out that you can go to Hogsmeade Village?"

"Charlie brought us here," George lit the fireplace in the living room. "From here, you can use Floo powder to go to a cave outside Hogsmeade. It's strange - there's a fireplace in that cave!"

"Charlie had a classmate who lived in Hogsmeade, and he told Charlie about this fireplace—it was an easy way to get to London that a few young wizards in his village had tinkered with—" Fred put the key back to the flower at the door in the basin.

"The old residents of Hogsmeade have always been less welcoming to Muggles, and they don't want the young people in the village to be too exposed to the Muggle world - so Hogsmeade's Floo network will only be connected to a few fixed places, It's all wild country ridges, or the Ministry of Magic..." George paused, "Diagon Alley could have been, but because of business competition—you know."

Fred stood by the fireplace and gave a grand introduction, "Now - this humble fireplace in front of us - the only fireplace that goes directly from London to Hogsmeade is a certain Hogsmeade teenager in order to have a relationship with London. It was built secretly by a Muggle girl who fell in love—"

"A bridge of love." George took out a bunch of petals from nowhere and scattered them on the ground.

"It's... um... great, I hope they have a good time..." Ron sighed.

"Celebratory love," the twins concluded, "but now it's time for us."

Each of them grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw them into the fire, "Eternal Star Cave!"

"Huh—"

Harry wrapped his flight jacket, they were standing at the entrance of a cave, the cold wind was blowing in from the outside, and there was a vast expanse of white in front of him.

Anna glanced at the fireplace they had just used. The fireplace was very old, and it was engraved with dense text by past users. For example, there was one that read: \'Dear Julia, my love for you is Spots like poisonous mushrooms, will never change\' - commented below: \'This gentleman...it depends on what poisonous mushrooms are, as far as I know, more than one species of poisonous mushrooms are put into the cauldron and the spots are Will disappear, it seems that your love is not as we imagined - as well as stand the test \'.

This person not only commented on this sentence, but also in the same writing style. He almost commented on other people's messages, criticizing these emotional literary sentences. Maybe this cave should be renamed "Eternal Mouth Cannon Cave".

"Cave of the Eternal Stars? I didn't know Floo locations could be named so strangely," Ron approached George and Fred. "Oh, almost forgot—the name 'The Burrow' is weird enough. Now... brothers, lend me some of your cloaks..."

George took two cloaks out of a small cloth belt. "We did - but didn't expect you to be hiding in the trunk, dear little Ronnie - so we only took two."

"Cough...or—"

Fred coughed, "I mean—what small and delicate friend might be willing to wear a cloak with me?" He made a suggestion without squinting.

Harry looked at himself and thought he understood what Fred meant, "I can, I'm pretty thin, but it's too delicate."

Fred had no choice but to open his cape with a dark face and let Harry come over. George bowed while laughing, and Ron smirked.

Anna also smiled and took out her wand, facing one of the cloaks, "Duplicate it in pairs!" The cloaks changed from one to a pile, and Anna picked up one of the cloaks, "The little couple who came out of this fireplace for a tryst will be fine. No longer afraid of catching a cold."

A few people wore warm cloaks, stepped on the ankle-deep snow, walked out of a small road, and stepped on the gravel-paved road.

They jumped up and down, shaking off snowflakes from their bodies—every time the twins kicked a tree and the snow nearly buried Ron in it, snowball fights were inevitable.

Harry was so excited that it was his first snowball fight—the kind that came and went. Dudley and his friends used to be \'fighting\' when it snowed.

Ron had the most snow because his snowball hit Anna's face, "Bless Merlin, Anna the Bear Slayer doesn't need your protection at all! You saw the floating spell she just used - I almost thought it was an avalanche!"

"It's not a slap in the face!" Anna shrugged, "Besides—I sincerely apologize!"

Fred nodded in agreement, "I agree."

George ruffled Ron's hair with a smile, "I agree too."

Ron rolled his eyes and put his arms around Harry's neck, "I really don't know what they're agreeing to..." Harry really thought about it for a while, "I agree too—" Ron and Harry started fighting.

Walking along the main road for less than ten minutes~lightnovelpub.net~ climbed over a small hill, Anna could see the dense houses not far away, the roofs were covered with snow, and the chimneys were smoking white or pink(?) , The village is surrounded by wooden buildings in the style of country houses, which are scattered in a scattered manner. The middle of the village is a masonry building similar to Diagon Alley. the sound of.

The twins jumped in front of the crowd, "Welcome to the only village in England that's all witches and wizards, and despite the inhabitants, stodgy, stiff, grinning, alcoholics--and the best of them all-- "

"Except for Hogwarts!" the two added.

"They said Diagon Alley was the best place last time!" Ron muttered to Harry.

"When will you stop putting your brother's words on your lips—you'll grow up, baby Ronnie," George avoided Ron's fist, and Fred went over to ruffle his hair.

"Is that castle Hogwarts?" Harry looked at the end of Hogsmeade village, where there was a wall that looked very tall from a distance, and the castle was behind the wall.

"Of course, we'll all go to school there in the future!" said Ron a little scared, "but we've got to get past the sorting house, and I heard from Charlie that we're going to wear weird hats and swim across a big lake and then in the woods. Fight the dragon! Merlin's beard! I think it's a death sentence!"

"You actually believe it? Think about it, Percy can pass!" Fred rolled his eyes, "—he fought a dragon?" Dragon! Sit down! Don't growl! Get dressed!"

A group of people all laughed, "When we go to school, you'll know what's going on with the branch - back to today's topic - a day trip to Hogsmeade!"