After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Salazar was also very concerned about giving Voldemort a new name.

After all, he only has this one bloodline heir left, and the name this heir gave himself is so ugly.

As the ancestor, he needs to help come up with a nicer name.

"Of course, I have thought about it carefully." Salazar walked to the desk leisurely, picked up a feather pen and wrote a name on the parchment.

"Morthos Slytherin." Yang Mei slowly read out the name on the parchment.

Morsus Slytherin.

The name Morsus comes from ancient demonology, meaning "Lord of Death", representing coldness and ruthlessness.

"It's a good name, much better than 'Voldemort'." Yang Mei approved of the name given by Salazar.

As they were talking, they heard a loud "bang" and the door that Salazar had just repaired flew out of the door frame again.

"Bang!" It hit an innocent bookshelf.

The snake's tail swung around the doorway for a few times, and then there was no movement.

"...Is he awake?" Yang Mei asked.

"No."

"So what does he do?"

Salazar had no idea what his heir was up to.

Yang Mei didn't get an answer so she stopped asking and instead helped use magic to fix the door again.

Five minutes later, the door flew open again.

Yang Mei is safe again.

The door flew again.

"……"This time, Yang Mei went in directly and tied up Voldemort, oh no, rather, Morsus' tail with magic.

The door was knocked down again.

The snake's tail broke free from the magic.

"What the hell!" A nameless rage rose in Yang Mei's heart. He just didn't believe in evil, so today he was going to fight with this disobedient tail!

Salazar just watched with a smile on his face, neither intervening nor saying anything to stop it.

This nonsensical struggle lasted until three in the morning.

The snake's tail was the first to be defeated, and it was so tired that only the tip of the tail could move occasionally.

Yang Mei was satisfied and left the secret room and returned to her dormitory.

It turns out that when people stay up late, they do do things that are beyond their rational range.

Anyway, after Yang Mei woke up, he felt that he would rather tell Draco that he ran out to steal last night than say that he did such a childish thing last night.

……

It was about eight o'clock in the morning, and the weather was cool. Yang Mei stood in the breeze, slowly pulling her mind from the bed in the dormitory back into her body.

It seems that we have to go to Hogsmeade today. All right, all right.

Yang Mei saw Harry also walked over and handed his opinion form to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at the questionnaire in her hand, then at Harry.

"Mr. Potter, it seems that you and your uncle and aunt are getting along well recently?"

To be honest, Professor McGonagall thought Harry couldn't convince his aunt and uncle to sign the form for him.

Harry smiled slightly: "They are my family after all, and they are very good to me."

Professor McGonagall had a complicated expression. Is this really the case?

She had also met the Dursleys.

This family is not friendly by any means.

But she couldn't continue this sentence. She was just an ordinary professor at Hogwarts and had no right to interfere in her students' family affairs.

Professor McGonagall's thinking was not groundless. If Harry had told the Dursleys about signing the contract openly, they would definitely not have signed.

But as human beings, we have brains that need to be used, and there are always more solutions than problems.

Harry simply stuffed his opinion form into Dudley's pile of summer homework that required parental signatures and easily solved the problem.

The Ministry of Magic stipulates that young wizards are not allowed to use magic when they are on vacation at home, but it does not say that they are not allowed to use their brains.

Filch said to the little wizards in his hoarse and unpleasant duck voice as he walked, "Those who have signed, follow me. Those who haven't signed, stay put."

Since it was the first time for the third-year wizards to go to Hogsmeade, all of them went out and no one stayed in the castle.

The students from fourth to seventh grades had already been to Hogsmeade, so a large number of them chose to stay in Hogwarts.

Just like Yang Mei said before, Hogsmeade is just a small village. It is not even as prosperous as Diagon Alley, let alone the bustling cities in the Muggle world.

The first time you go there it’s still quite novel, but if there’s no need afterwards, people don’t go there every week.

……

The small village of Hogsmeade is picturesque, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it consists of many cottages and shops.

"A place where you can see the end at a glance." Yang Mei summed it up in one sentence.

"Hey, Phil, could you please stop being such a downer!" Draco waved his hand, "First stop, Honeydukes Candy Store!"

Yang Mei was almost dying of laughter: "Okay, guide Malfoy, you lead the way, I will follow you today."

"Actually, I don't think the candies sold here are any better than the ones my mom makes, but since we're here, it would be like a wasted trip if we don't take a look around and buy something." Draco pulled Yang Mei's arm and squeezed in.

Yang Mei felt as if she had turned into a can of sardines.

The small candy shop was packed with little wizards, and one could tell with one's feet that the owner must be very happy.

Yang Mei looked at the candies displayed in the store and felt that they looked somewhat familiar.

"Could it be that we bought the candies that Dumbledore strongly recommended to us before?" Yang Mei began to look a little disgusted. "If that's the case, Xiaolong, you'd better not buy them."

"Huh? Really?" Draco looked as he walked. "It shouldn't be that every one of them is so unpalatable. Maybe it's just that Dumbledore's taste is weird."

Yang Mei was convinced: "You have a point. We can't generalize all candies."

Draco walked around the store and took a little bit of almost every kind of candy. When he finally checked out, he saw that he had bought a large bag.

"Phil, why didn't you remind me?" Draco said annoyed.

“It’s not like we can’t afford it. Just take as much as you can. Then we can share it with other Slytherin members, and there won’t be much left. There’s no need to worry about not being able to finish it.” Yang Mei didn’t think this was a big problem.

He even saw a light green candy that Draco hadn't taken before.

"Xiaolong, you didn't take this, I want to try it." White and slender fingers.

Draco looked back blankly: "What? Okay, take it!"

He didn't even hear clearly what kind of candy Yang Mei was talking about, but he heard clearly that Yang Mei said she wanted it.

If you want it, buy it!

Draco dotes on his best friend like a domineering boss.

Yang Mei smiled and rested her chin on Draco's shoulder: "So good, you'll buy whatever I want?"

Draco's earlobe was turning red visibly because of the hot breath exhaled by Yang Mei.

He rubbed his hot ears in a hurry, and pushed Yang Mei a little further away, about an arm's length away from him.

Draco muttered, his face slowly turning red. "Phil, I'm straight, okay? You don't know what you look like, I, I, I, I don't want to be turned gay by you for the time being!"

Yang Mei's eyes were full of smiles: "Huh? What do I look like? Xiaolong, don't tell me that I'm ugly? Oh my god, wuwuwu..."

Draco was frantic, but considering that they were still in a candy store, he controlled his voice.

"You know that's not what I meant, Phil." Draco exhaled helplessly and said, "Do you know what you look like now? Just like the vixen that sucks people's essence in the strange stories of the Eastern country that you once told me!

Okay, okay, I am really a straight man, the straight, straight kind, and our Malfoy family is counting on me to carry on the family line! That's right, that's it."

By the end, Draco was beginning to brainwash himself.

Yang Mei was almost dying of laughter at his words.

"Alright, alright, I know you're straight, totally straight, okay?" Yang Mei decided to let the kid go for now. If she continued teasing him, he might "burn himself". "Let's go to the next place."

Draco was stupidly dragged to the door before he suddenly remembered, "Wait a minute, didn't you just say you wanted to eat some candy? You haven't bought it yet!"

"Next time, I don't want to squeeze back!" Yang Mei thought about it one by one. The emerald green candy that he was very interested in just now was now easily forgotten by him.

"Oh, that's fine." It was just a small matter, so Draco naturally had no objection.

To the left of Honeydukes is Devils-Bans, a shop that sells and repairs magical equipment.

Yang Mei looked outside the window and felt that it looked a bit like the auto repair shops in Mahua World.

To the right of the candy store is the Fengya wizard clothing store. Draco was obviously very interested in this store and walked in.

This shop is similar in specifications to the Extraordinary Clothing Shop in Diagon Alley, and the items sold in both shops are more expensive than Madam Malkin's robe shop.

As soon as the two of them entered the store, a tall and thin woman who was probably in her thirties or forties came to greet them.

"What would you two like to buy? We sell all kinds of wizard costumes and socks. We have branches in London and Paris, and the quality is guaranteed." Her attitude was just right, not being overly enthusiastic, but also not making the guests feel left out.

Draco remained noncommittal. Quality cannot be expressed in words.

"Then make two sets of dress robes custom-made. Bring out your best fabrics for us to choose from," Draco said to the woman.

The woman's smile became more sincere. "Oh, that's great. To be honest, a new batch of fabrics was just delivered today. You came at the perfect time!"

She led the way, bringing Yang Mei and Draco to the room where the fabrics were stored.

The woman gestured and explained to them: "The fabrics on this side are the newest ones that arrived today, and the fabrics on that side are the ones that arrived a week ago. Both sides are arranged from dark to light in color. This is a habit of the small shop. I hope it will be easier for customers to see."

Yang Mei fell in love with the roll of black cloth with gold patterns at first sight. For some reason, he immediately thought of Morsus's disobedient tail.

"Take down this roll of cloth and let me see it." Yang Mei pointed at the one she liked with her magic wand.

Draco looked over and said, "Phil, why did you choose a dark color again? This light green one suits you better."

"Hmm?" Yang Mei looked at the roll of light green cloth he was talking about.

Draco had a sharp eye, and that light cyan color really suited him.

"Then take out this volume and have a look at it as well."

Draco said proudly: "I tell you, my vision is never wrong."

"But I think the black one is cooler." Yang Mei wanted to show that she had good taste.

Draco was about to be defeated by him: "Do you really have to make me speak frankly? You don't look the cool type!"

Yang Mei was angry: "You look down on me, don't you? I must use that piece of material to make a dress robe!"

The woman next to her, the owner of the shop, used magic to spread out the two pieces of cloth at the right time, and they were all hung in the air.

The black cloth with gold patterns is deep and majestic, revealing solemnity and majesty. Its black is not matte black, but the kind of black with pearlescent and flowing feeling.

The light green piece is even more amazing. You can't see anything when it is rolled up, but when it is unfolded, you will find that the whole thing looks shimmering and dotted with gemstone light, as if the stars are integrated into the fabric.

"This is really better than I expected." Draco's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Indeed." Yang Mei agreed.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Mei said to the boss, "I want to make two sets of this black one. Should the fabric be enough?"

The female boss nodded happily: "Of course, two sets are more than enough!"

"Okay, then make me another set of this light green one." Yang Mei made a decision quickly, "I'll give you the size of the other black one later."

The female boss was delighted, as the prices of these two pieces of material were not low, and making them into three sets of formal gowns would be even more expensive.

He is indeed the young master of a wealthy family, thought the female boss.

Draco came over and said, "Phil, why did you make two sets of the black one? Are you giving it to someone? Who?"

Yang Mei reached out quickly and pinched Draco's mouth into a duck's mouth: "Don't ask any more questions, why do you have so many questions?"

Draco reached out to pull him away, but Yang Mei didn't intend to keep pinching his mouth, so she soon let go.

"I can see that the extra piece is not for me." Draco was a little jealous, "Who did you say that was?!

It's really strange. We are together most of the time. When did you find someone around you for whom you can buy clothes?

I didn’t even notice it?!”

Draco didn't notice that while he was standing there muttering to himself, Yang Mei and the female boss went to the other side to measure the size.

When he looked up again, there was no one else in the room where the cloth was stored except him.

"..." Draco even wanted to laugh, "Do you think I will chase after you? Impossible.

I haven't chosen my own fabric yet, I'll go out after I've chosen it."