Hogwarts Archmage

Sirius said he had prepared gifts, but in fact he brought enough high-end cat food for Thirty and Rupert to last three years, as well as two small bells.

Within five minutes of putting the bell on, the two cats picked it off and threw it aside. They didn't seem to like it very much. The cat food was pretty good, but Esther put it in the storage room. She said a few things. Take them out when you want to change their taste. It’s not a good thing for animals like cats to change their taste all the time.

Marne and Esther were pouring food in the storage room, preparing meals for later, and also found some drinks to take out. Hermione played with everyone outside for a while, felt bored and went into the study again, and I don’t know why that place is so attractive.

Ma En has never been in this study room. Even when he helped her and Esther study in advance, he was always in the yard. Maybe it was because he read too much when he was a child. Now he sees these layers of books. My brain hurts, and now the study is the same as Hermione's territory.

Black was telling Harry stories about his father, which brought tears to his eyes. Ron also joined in the fun, exclaiming from time to time.

"Guys!" Ma En stood in the middle of the living room and clapped his hands: "Everything is ready, it's time for us to eat."

As he spoke, he took out a wooden barrel from the corner and said, "You can't imagine how hard I worked to transport it into the school."

"Merlin, this is butterbeer! How did you do it?" Among the young wizards present, Ron was the most knowledgeable. He knew that this thing was considered a "contraband" for the young wizards.

"I bought this in Hogsmeade in the middle of the night yesterday, tricking a drunk man into buying it for me from the Three Broomsticks. I walked with it in the tunnel for more than an hour before I came out, and I was almost caught by Professor McGonagall. , luckily he hid quickly." Speaking of this, Ma En was still a little aggrieved, "That guy was so drunk that he was shaking when he walked, and he didn't forget to ask me for a favor, which cost me half the price of a barrel of wine..."

Putting the barrel on the cabinet next to him, Marn got some glasses: "Someone call Hermione, and I'll pour you some wine."

"Oh my god, is this beer?" Before anyone could agree, Hermione walked into the restaurant and said to Marne, "This thing is illegal. We cannot drink it at our age, but you even brought it in School?"

With that said, he ran to the main entrance and looked around, and then locked all the doors that could be closed on the way back.

Ma En looked at her speechlessly as she closed the door of the restaurant, and then explained casually: "The content of this thing is very low, we are just celebrating..."

Different from the beer-like beverage sold in the amusement park in the previous life, although the butterbeer in this world has a lower alcohol content than ordinary beer, it is really beer. Little wizards cannot touch it, and of course not many people can insist on it. I only drink it when I am an adult. This stuff is so sweet. Ma En secretly tasted it in the bar last night. Apart from the similar taste, there is no other connection between the two drinks.

Perhaps because there were unfamiliar people present, Hermione rarely preached, just shrugged her shoulders, ran to her seat, sat down and took a small taste.

"To celebrate Harry's first Quidditch victory, cheers!" Marne stood up and shouted, and then took...a small sip.

They are too young. No matter how low their alcohol intake is, one drink is enough. Drinking too much will have bad effects on the body, so they have to drink sparingly.

Everyone obviously had something in mind and shouted cheers in agreement. In fact, everyone only took a small sip. Only Sirius, who was older, really drank a large glass of wine.

He has a good capacity for drinking or eating. The wooden barrel is not too small. Each person pours a large glass and only fills up less than a third of it. The little wizards slowly drink up the wine in the glass one by one. By the time he drank, the barrel was drained to the bottom.

"Hiccup~" The amount of this thing was not big, but it was still too much. Sirius's stomach was a little stretched, and there was a touch of rosy on his pale face. He hiccupped and hugged Harry's shoulders and said : "Harry, actually I have one more thing to tell you."

Harry carefully poured the last bit of wine in the glass into his mouth, put down the glass with some reluctance, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I made an agreement with James and Lily." He stared at Harry and said, "Actually, you should call me godfather."

"godfather…"

"Yes, Godfather."

Harry had completely forgotten about the two hairy legs that had been on display at the stadium for more than ten minutes today. His eyes looked at Sirius as if they were glowing, "Does that mean I still have relatives in this world?"

"If you want, that's right, I'll take care of you like your parents."

"Of course I would!"

After a few words, the wealth of the new wealthy family doubled again. The Black family is an ancient family. Although a lot of the family's money was taken away by Lucius and Narcissa, the remaining money is a figure that ordinary wizards can't even imagine. .

Of course, Harry obviously didn't care about these external things. He was more concerned about the fact that he had relatives again, and they weren't like the Dursleys.

Just when everyone was happy for him, there was a knock on the door, and at the same time Professor McGonagall's words came into the room: "Marne? Is Sirius here with you?"

"He's here! Just a moment, Professor!"

Everyone hurriedly put away their cups and threw them into the cupboard, and placed the barrel next to Sirius. Everyone threw a mint into their mouths. Then Marn unlocked the door and walked out. Mag came in.

She looked at the barrel next to the table and frowned, then looked at the rosy faces of the little wizards, and said to Sirius seriously: "Black, don't drink in front of the children in the future."

"This...I..."

"What's your problem, Mr. Black?"

"Of course, of course there's no problem, Professor McGonagall."

She nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Professor Dumbledore will be waiting for you in the office at three o'clock in the afternoon. I hope you can come over."

"Is there a problem?"

"I'm afraid we won't know until we get there."

"I'll be there."

Mag turned his head and stroked the heads of the two cats before leaving.

"Luckily we acted fast enough, otherwise we would have been in big trouble if she caught her." Ron said with lingering fear.

Harry looked at the remaining wine stains on the table, "I think as long as the professor's eyes and nose are fine, he probably already knows by now."

"You mean..."

"That's what you think."