Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 224 Hogsmeade's Drinking Party
"Don't be like this, Aberforth, I'm an old regular here. Don't be so pretentious!" Hera took a big sip of butter beer, with butter froth on her lips, and pursed the corners of her mouth.

Aberforth wiped the wine stains from the bar with a rag. "Otherwise, do you think I'll let you in? I still remember you almost blowing up my bar!"

"It was an accident! It was an accident!"

"Get out! Go away, I don't care if it's an accident, I only care about the result." Aberforth said angrily.

"The result is your bar, not even a single board is broken." Hera spread his hands. He just brought a box of fire crabs. It must have been too long during the transportation process. Their tempers were a little irritable, and they almost exploded before the end of the transaction.

"Hmph, otherwise, would you still be able to step in here?" Aberforth said angrily.

Hera drank the remaining butter beer in the glass in one gulp, and jumped off the high stool. "Okay, Aberforth, I'm leaving first, I have some things to do."

Aberforth didn't respond, just lowered his head and picked up another cup to wipe.

"That rag... just wiped the table?" Hera thought in her mind, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Hera wrapped her head tightly with the hood, braved the cold air, and strode towards Hogwarts.

Immediately afterwards, he met Hagrid on the road. He was wearing an oversized moleskin coat, which seemed to be the only one he had, because he was always dressed like this, whether it was winter or summer.

"Oh, Hera, is that you?" Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Nice to meet you here, are you planning to go to Hogsmeade?" Hera said shivering, he felt his nose was about to freeze off.

Hagrid laughed foolishly, "Oh, yes, I'm planning to go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink. Let's go together? And Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, they must have arrived."

"I think it might be a good idea to go." Hera hesitated for a moment before being dragged by Hagrid's shoulders and walked towards Hogsmeade again.

Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card: huts and shops covered with crunchy snow, holly wreaths on every door, enchanted candles hung in strings from trees - something Hera hadn't paid much attention to.

"It's this direction, isn't it? I can't remember clearly." Hagrid stood at the intersection and hesitated for a while, because of the wind and snow, he couldn't tell the direction for a while.

Hera nodded emphatically. Just a few minutes ago, he had just left the Pig's Head Bar.

The wind was violent and the snow fell on them. The closer the night was, the heavier the snow became.They crossed the road together, and in a few minutes they were in the tavern—The Three Broomsticks.

It was crowded and noisy, warm and smoky, and a woman with a curvaceous figure and a sharp face was tending a group of rowdy wizards at the bar.

"Hi, Ms. Rosmerta, long time no see." Hera said, "I can't remember the last time we met."

"Long time no see, Hera, if you want, I don't think it's hard for us to meet, isn't it?" Ms. Rosmerta said playfully with a wink. She had been in love with Hera for 10 minutes, although it was a burden for Hera.

Hagrid and Hera went to the back of the room, where there was a small empty table between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, near the fireplace, and Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had rushed to the table next to it and sat down.

"Oh, Hera, it's been a long time. How are you doing?" Professor Flitwick stood on the chair and greeted Hera excitedly.

"It's not bad. Beauxbatons is generally not bad except for the taste of the food. To be honest, I miss my life at Hogwarts." Hera blushed and lied. If possible, he hoped to work in Beauxbatons until retirement. The salary is high, the treatment is good, and the pressure of schoolwork is low. No matter how you look at it, it is much better than Hogwarts.

And the main thing: no Harry Potter and Dumbledore there!

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and nodded. "Merry Christmas."

"Oh, I forgot, there should be room for you." Professor Flitwick took out his wand, and tapped lightly on the Christmas tree next to the table. The Christmas tree rose a few inches above the ground, moved sideways, and just blocked another table with a soft blunt sound.

Hera and Hagrid took their seats, and they chatted.

Then, not long after, a dignified man in a lime green bowler hat and a thin striped cloak opened the door of the inn. This man was the Minister of Magic, Connelly Fudge.

He looked around the bar, and finally found Hagrid's figure - in fact, it was not difficult to find, Hagrid's size was too conspicuous.

"Hagrid!" Fudge waved his hand in this direction, "Nice to meet you, my friend."

"Oh, please sit down quickly, Minister." Hagrid blushed, as if he didn't expect Fudge to be so kind to him.

Hera moved aside again to make room for Fudge.

Then came Ms. Rosmerta in gorgeous turquoise heels.

"A small glass of canyon water—"

"Mine," said Professor McGonagall.

"Four pints of mead—"

"Thanks, Rostammer," said Hagrid.

"A sherry soda with ice and conch—"

"Hmm!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.

"Then yours is red currant rum, minister."

"Thank you, Rostamer, dear," said Fudge's voice. "I must say, it's good to see you again. You'll have a drink too, won't you? Come and sit with us."

"Oh, I think I have some things to do, you know, over there." Rostamo pointed to the wizards who were making a fuss near the bar.

"Of course I know." Fudge said with some regret.

"Finally, a glass of the same old style." Rostamer put a glass of cocktail that looked very beautifully prepared and divided into seven layers beautifully, and put it in front of Hera, while showing a shy smile.

"Thank you, ma'am." Hera said lightly, he had no preference for women older than him.

Ms. Rostammer left, walking away on her shiny high heels.

"What brought you here, Minister?" Hera asked with interest, taking a sip of her cocktail.

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(End of this chapter)