Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Gray opened the door of the Three Broomsticks Bar. It was extremely crowded, noisy, hot, and filled with smoke. Everyone was rushing to spend some free time in the bar during the Halloween holiday.

Ms. Rosmerta smiled and said: "What would you like? Grey, a glass of sherry?"

"Two glasses of mead, thank you." Gray said with a smile.

"Ah, your habits have changed. Please take a seat." Ms. Rosmerta turned around and began to prepare things on the shelf. "But there are no seats inside, so I'm afraid you can only sit at the bar."

A gust of wind blew Gray's robe a few times, and an old witch behind him, wrapped in a thick woolen coat with a balaclava, opened the door and left.

"It seems you came at the right time." Ms. Rosmerta turned around again, "There is an empty table now."

Then, an empty cup and an empty plate flew from in front of Gray to the bar. Ms. Rosmerta simply waved her wand a few times and cleared the table from a distance.

The small empty table was placed in the corner, next to the window. Gray squeezed through several seats before reaching the table. He arranged the chairs neatly and sat down.

There will be opportunities and they will be found.he said to himself, staring out at the noisy streets of Hogsmeade through his reflection in the window pane.The search for the five-legged monster has stalled, and now there is finally a little hope. He can clearly feel that there is a high probability of harvesting something this time.

The door of the bar was pushed open again, and Gray saw the person he was waiting for. A warm breeze in the room blew Claire's golden hair messily on her face, and she pushed her hair behind her ears. , greeted Ms. Rosmerta with a decent smile.

Gray discovered that sometimes from a certain angle, or in a certain light, Claire was very beautiful.

Claire looked inside the bar until she met Gray's eyes.

"What are you going to tell me next? Hopefully what I'm about to hear is a new revelation, not a red flag..." Claire sat down.

"I'm happy to tell you that it's the former." Gray, "The five-legged monster has made new progress."

Claire took a sip of the mead, and the expression on her face softened a lot.

"I learned about a northern hunter from Remus Lupine." Gray said, "He lives in Inrics Village, his name is Logan Aarons. He is a middle-aged man."

"Lupin?" Claire looked at him with interest, "Is that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Yes, he once lived in the north for a while and met some local wizards." Gray knocked on the table lightly and said very seriously, "I feel that the probability of success this time is very high. We have never been in contact with people there. Hunters, they hide their identities as hunters very well, and this time it went very smoothly, one was pointed out to us from the beginning.”

"You can go and have a look." Claire swung the glass, "Inrix Village is a relatively exclusive village. The local villagers are not very friendly, but since we already know who we are looking for, we don't need to communicate with those villagers. It’s too much. I’ll prepare Polyjuice Potion when I get back.”

"Wait, what do you need Polyjuice Potion for?" Gray asked.

"Do you want to go to him directly with this face?" Claire looked at Gray in disbelief, "Have you forgotten? The last time we bought snake eggs, we used polyjuice potion."

"Remus told me that he was often suppressed by competition from his peers. Logan Aarons was very cautious and only did business with people he knew." Gray said, "We can only confess that he was introduced by Remus. Will you agree to our request?"

"Oh, when you say that, I think there is no problem with Polyjuice Potion." Claire smiled, "Sometimes I feel that you are a bit stubborn, Professor Morris -"

"What are you talking about?" Gray couldn't understand.

"Think about it, Gray, because he is often suppressed by competition from his peers..." Claire took a sip of mead, her lips touching the rim of the cup, "So he can't make much money, as long as the price we offer is right, I I think he’s very willing to do business with strangers.”

Seems to make sense.

"To be cautious, using Polyjuice Potion to achieve the goal is the best result." Claire said, "If we bring up the matter of the Five-legged Monster with our identity, when the matter reaches the ears of Lupin, he will What do you think of us?”

"They will think of me as a strange professor who likes to hunt strange creatures..." Gray said, "Or even further, they will doubt whether I am a dark wizard..."

"I think you don't want this to happen, right? Okay, the plan has been finalized." Claire tucked her hair back, "In about a month, that is, in December, the polyjuice potion will be ready. Look at the specifics.”

"no problem."

Gray raised his glass and the two of them clinked their glasses.

"Honestly, I find it's nice to sit at a bar with someone on Halloween."

"Yes, especially when night falls, meeting for a few drinks at the bar, the feeling of being tipsy makes people forget to leave, but given the current situation, I'm afraid it won't be possible-" Gray pointed to the notice on the wall.

"Ministry of Magic

Customers, please note that unless otherwise informed, dementors patrol the streets of Hogsmeade from sunset every day.This measure is to protect the safety of the residents of Hogsmeade and will not be lifted until Sirius Black is arrested.All patrons are therefore requested to conclude bar entertainment before sunset. "

Claire was a little helpless: "You don't have any clues about Sirius Black yet?"

"Is this what I'm asking you?" Gray said deliberately, "You should know more than me. I stay in Hogwarts almost every day and am troubled by those nasty dementors."

Claire shook her head.

"I haven't heard anything about Black. The Ministry of Magic is helpless. They have been crazy about this matter recently, but they don't know what they are busy with all day long. It seems like they are doing everything, but in fact it seems like they are doing nothing. Success. The thing we do the most is probably to control the number of dementors in various places."

Gray snickered, Sirius should still be in the woods at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

"It must be difficult to be cared about by a murderer at such a young age." Claire shook the little mead left in the cup, "I'm just curious, is Harry Potter in good condition? ?”

"He's a little nervous, but it's not a big problem. And there aren't many people who want to kill him," Gray said. "After all, there's Voldemort, and there's the Death Eater -"

"Gray!" Claire motioned for him to lower his voice.

Only then did he realize that some people around him were looking at them.

"Don't say that person's name..." Claire whispered.

"Okay - okay -" Gray whispered, "but we can't be afraid of him..."

"I understand, I never believe you have anything to fear. After all, this is your traditional temperament." Claire said, "But you can't be as stubborn as Dumbledore and keep calling this name that way. You are different from him. , for your own safety and not to cause unnecessary trouble, you should exercise some restraint, okay?"

"Are you worried about me?"

Claire looked at Gray and thought for a few seconds before speaking.

"On some level, yes."

"Uh...thank you..." He was a little embarrassed.

"I'm afraid you'll be in trouble before you see that ancient wand."

Well, he shouldn't expect anything, and he shouldn't be so polite to the other party.

Claire stood up: "Thank you for the mead, Gray, I think I should go."