Hogwarts Crawler

"Family dinner?"

Adam glanced at Colon who had spoken:

"What kind of dinner is your family going to have? Has your sister found a date?"

"Uh... not yet."

Cologne recalled their last visit to Hogsmeade and couldn't help but twitch his eyes:

"But my mother wrote to me and said that she, my father and Kelly will be there when we go to Hogsmeade this weekend."

A family letter, full of nostalgia for food, and the concern for Colon is limited to the social etiquette in the first sentence, which can be said to be very real.

"Hmm..."

Adam thought about it and nodded:

"No problem."

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

Even if the neighbors were driven away, this restaurant must be opened next to their house!

After declining the enthusiastic invitation from Colon's family, Adam and his friends had a small gathering at the Three Broomsticks.

"I think I saw Cedric just now."

Cologne touched his chin and analyzed calmly:

"But he went in the direction of Honeydukes Candy Store...Hasn't that store been bought by Adam? Why did he go there?"

Bernard sighed: "Is it possible that there is another store called Mrs. Puddifoot Tea House in that direction?"

"Does he like to drink tea?"

"..."

Bernard pinched his nose and gave up on continuing to communicate, so as not to lead the children astray.

"Butterbeer is here~"

Adam came back with five cups of butterbeer, and this time the cups seemed to be a little bigger than the last time.

"I remember that there have been no new activities in the grocery store during this period. The business of the Three Broomsticks should not be affected more, right?"

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

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

Uther was halfway through his words when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"What brings you here, Minister?"

This was Madam Rosmerta's voice, but Uther didn't hear her voice just now. Uther turned around and saw Professor Flitwick sitting not far away.

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

Uther recalled that he vaguely remembered that guy seemed to be called... Fudge?

"What else could it be?"

Fudge took the wine he ordered and sighed:

"Of course it's about Sirius, he showed up in Hogwarts..."

Before, the Dementors broke into Hogwarts, causing him to be scolded by Dumbledore and a group of parents. Lucius even blamed him for his son's fall from the broom...

If possible, he didn't want to see Dumbledore again this year. It's a pity that Sirius is the only one who has successfully escaped from Azkaban. This is too bad. Letting him out every day is a provocation to the authority of the Ministry of Magic. He has to come to Hogwarts again.

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

"Hagrid, did you tell everyone in the bar?"

Professor McGonagall's somewhat annoyed voice followed by Ms. Rosmerta's voice.

Hogwarts' internal information was leaked, and there was no second suspect for the person who did it.

"Um, Professor McGonagall, you have to believe me, I didn't mean it."

Adam turned his head to look at Hagrid, who put down the wine glass that was a little small for him, and scratched his beard with his thick fingers with a little uneasiness:

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

"Okay Hagrid, don't mention the past anymore."

Professor Flitwick comforted him with a few words, and Hagrid was moved to wipe his eyes.

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

"So, Minister, you think he is still here, still near 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 have searched my bar?"

Ms. Rosmerta's expression suddenly turned cold:

"Three times... three times! They scared away all my customers. Business has been difficult recently... Do you want to continue searching?"

Hearing this, Uther looked at Adam:

"That's exactly what I wanted to say - probably because of the Dementors, the business of the Three Broomsticks is even worse."

"Oh... dear, I don't like them either... but that is a necessary measure, noReally? This is also for the safety of your bar, just like Hogwarts. "

Fudge tried to get away with it.

"Hogwarts doesn't welcome Dementors either."

Professor McGonagall snorted coldly, she remembered Harry who was hurt by Dementors twice.

After being scolded by the two people in a row, Fudge's confident and well-controlled expression just now was completely broken. He avoided looking at Ms. Rosmerta and Professor McGonagall awkwardly, picked up the wine glass and took a few sips, and handed the empty glass to Ms. Rosmerta:

"Another glass of butter beer."

He didn't drink very well, and he had something to do later, so it was not suitable for him to consume too much alcohol.

When Ms. Rosmerta came back, Fudge began to complain:

"I don't really want to see such a scene... Dumbledore also told me before that this has a bad influence, but you have to understand me too. Since the establishment of Azkaban, no one has ever successfully escaped from it. If he is allowed to go unpunished, how will everyone view the other prisoners in Azkaban? "

"There is no doubt that everyone will doubt whether the remaining prisoners will also escape, and then doubt whether the Ministry of Magic is capable of imprisoning these criminals and protecting their safety."

Professor Flitwick sighed.

Well, there is no doubt that, yes - I mean someone will escape.

Adam drank a sip of butter beer silently, then frowned, rubbed his thumb on the handle of the glass, and the clear yellow liquid in the glass suddenly turned amber.

Happy water is still better.

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

Fudge drank a sip of butter beer:

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

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table fell silent.

"Sirius..."

After a long pause, Ms. Rosmerta sighed,

"Among the many people who joined the mysterious man, the one I find most unbelievable is probably him... Who could have thought? He would actually become that kind of person and kill so many people... Anyone who has seen what he looked like in school would not believe such a thing."

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

Fudge frowned:

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

"Is it not good for us to just sit here and listen?"

Cologne couldn't help but whispered.

"What are you afraid of? We are not eavesdropping. "

Bernard looked indifferent. There was nothing blocking them from the professor's table - there was a tree originally, but it was moved by a student at another table with a spell.

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 do people always ignore our existence?"

Adam couldn't help but look at the badgers on the chest of their robes. It can't be that their Badger House has a low presence, right?