Cardcaptor at Hogwarts

"Family dinner?"

Adam glanced at Cologne who spoke:

"What kind of banquet are you having at your house? Is your sister getting married?"

"Uh... not yet."

Cologne recalled their last experience in Hogsmeade Village and couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his eyes:

"But my mom wrote to me and said she, my dad, and Kelly would be there when we went to Hogsmeade this weekend."

A letter from home is full of nostalgia for food, and the concern for Cologne is limited to the social rhetoric in the first sentence. It can be said to be very real.

"Um……"

Adam thought for a while and nodded:

"no problem."

The weekend came soon, and Adam conquered the whole family in Cologne with a table of four cold, four hot, two soup and one dessert dishes. Mr. Berg patted his chest and said that he would definitely help Adam find a suitable restaurant location. .

Even if the neighbors are driven away, this restaurant must open next to their house!

After declining the warm offer from Cologne's family to stay, Adam and the others gathered at the Three Broomsticks bar.

"I thought I saw Cedric just now."

Cologne touched his chin and analyzed calmly:

"But he walked in the direction of Honeydukes Candy Store... Wasn't that store already owned by Adam? What was he doing there?"

Bernard sighed: "Is it possible that there is another shop in that direction called Mrs. Puddifu's Tea House?"

"He still likes tea?"

"..."

Bernard pinched the bridge of his nose and gave up communicating so as not to spoil the children.

"Here comes the butterbeer~"

Adam came back with five glasses of butterbeer, this time the glasses seemed a little bigger than last time.

"I remember that there were no new activities in the canteen during this period. The business of the Three Broomsticks Bar should not be further affected, right?"

After taking a sip, Adam looked at the wine glass in his hand.

"I think it's probably because..."

Halfway through Uther's words, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice.

"What brings you here, Minister?"

This was the voice of Ms. Rosmerta, but it was not her voice that Uther heard just now. Uther turned around and saw Professor Flitwick in the seat not far away.

Oh, and Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, and the British Minister of Magic.

Uther recalled it, and he vaguely remembered that the guy's name seemed to be... Fudge?

"What else could it be for?"

Fudge took the drink he ordered and sighed:

"Of course it was for Sirius's sake. He showed up at Hogwarts..."

The dementors broke into Hogwarts before, causing him to be scolded by a group of parents by Dumbledore. Lucius even blamed him for the reason why his son fell from the broomstick...

If he could, he wouldn't want to see Dumbledore again this year. It's a pity that Sirius is the only guy who has successfully escaped from Azkaban. This nature is so bad that every day he is allowed to be outside is... He defied the authority of the Ministry of Magic and had to come to Hogwarts again.

"Oh, it's about Halloween, I heard about it."

"Hagrid, did you tell the whole pub?"

Professor McGonagall's somewhat annoyed voice sounded immediately after Ms. Rosmerta's voice.

The inside information of Hogwarts was leaked, and the person who did it had no second suspect.

"Well, Professor McGonagall, you have to believe that I didn't mean it."

Adam turned his head and glanced sideways. Hagrid put down the wine glass, which was too small for him, and scratched his beard with his thick fingers slightly uneasily:

"That day... I remember I just drank a few glasses of wine..."

"Okay Hagrid, don't mention what has happened in the past."

Professor Flitwick comforted him, and Hagrid was so moved that he wiped the corners of his eyes.

Ms. Rosmerta was not very interested in the exchanges between the professors. She leaned back in her chair and looked at Fudge with some gossip:

"So, Minister, you think he's still here, still around the castle, right?"

"Yes, although the professors searched the castle thoroughly and found nothing, I believe he is here."

Fudge said firmly.

"So, do you know how many times the Dementors raided my bar?"

Ms. Rosmerta's expression suddenly turned cold:

"Three times... three times exactly! They scared away all my customers. It's been hard to do business these days... Do you want to continue the search?"

Hearing this, Uther looked at Adam:

"That's exactly what I'm saying - business at the Three Broomsticks is probably worse because of the Dementors."

"Oh...honey, I don't like them either...but that's a necessary measure, isn't it? It's also for the safety of your bar, just like Hogwarts."

Fudge tried to muddle through.

"Dementors are not welcome at Hogwarts either."

Professor McGonagall snorted coldly, remembering Harry who had been hurt by dementors twice.

After being ignored by two people in a row, Fudge's calm and confident expression just now was completely shattered. He avoided looking at Ms. Rosmerta and Professor McGonagall with some embarrassment. He picked up the glass and drank a few sips. The empty cup was handed to Ms. Rosmerta:

"Another butterbeer."

His drinking capacity is not particularly good, and he has some serious business to do soon, so it is not suitable for him to consume too much alcohol.

When Ms. Rosmerta returned, Fudge began to complain:

"I actually don't want to see such a scene... Dumbledore also told me before that this impact is very bad, but you also have to understand me. Since the establishment of Azkaban, no one has ever successfully escaped from it. But if he is allowed to escape justice, what will everyone think of the other prisoners in Azkaban?"

"There will undoubtedly be doubts as to whether the remaining prisoners will escape, and therefore the Ministry of Magic's ability to hold these criminals and protect their safety."

Professor Flitwick sighed.

Well, without a doubt, yes - I mean someone will jailbreak.

Adam took a silent sip of butterbeer, then frowned, rubbed his thumb on the handle of the wine glass, and the orange liquid in the quilt suddenly turned into amber.

Happy water is still delicious.

"Yes! This is exactly what I was worried about!"

Fudge took a sip of butterbeer:

"And you also know, Sirius, what a dangerous person that is!"

As soon as this was said, everyone at the table fell into silence.

"Sirius..."

After pondering for a long time, Ms. Rosmerta sighed,

"Among the many people who took refuge in the mysterious man, he is probably the one who I can't believe the most... Who would have thought? He would actually become such a person and kill so many people... Anyone who has ever seen No one who looked like him when he was in school would believe such a thing.”

"Who says it isn't? But you know, that's not all, Rosmerta."

Fudge frowned:

"In fact, he has done more serious and worse things..."

"Isn't it good for us to just sit here and listen?"

Colon couldn't help but whisper.

"What are you afraid of? We didn't eavesdrop."

Bernard looked indifferent. There was no obstruction between them and the professor's table - there was originally a tree, but a classmate at another table used a magic spell to move it.

So the professors should have seen them. Since they continued to talk, it means that they are not afraid of being heard.

"It's strange, why does everyone always ignore our existence?"

Adam couldn't help but glance at the badgers on the chests of their robes. It couldn't really be because their badger courtyard had a low sense of presence, right?