The end of January arrived in the blink of an eye, and the Hogsmeade weekend was open once again.
Early in the morning, Filch and Professor McGonagall hurried the students in the third year and above into the carriages and sent them off. The lower-year students attended classes as usual, leaving the courtyard completely deserted and dead silent.
Four people hurried toward the black lake, enveloped in this quiet atmosphere, each lost in their own thoughts with lowered heads, focused entirely on the journey.
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