The goose-feather heavy snow fell, like smoke and dust, shrouding the world in mist.
The north wind in the bitter cold is as sharp as a knife. Whenever someone comes in or out, the cold wind pouring into the bar from the door can cause people to exclaim in unison.
Fudge rarely showed the quality that a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic should have. Not to mention Professor Flitwick and Hagrid's various inquiries, he remained tight-lipped and refused to reveal anything.
Then why did you say it...
Amosta rolled his eyes and thought to himself, just to show off his superiority?
"I think you have heard what ordinary people are saying, Mr. Minister."
Politicians like Fudge can chat with you all day long if you don't talk to them straight to the point. Amosta didn't want to spend the entire afternoon competing with Fudge on the art of language. , so, after the mysterious activity topic ended, he said straight to the point,
"Mr. Minister, I once heard Principal Dumbledore say that the Ministry of Magic had sworn to ensure that the dementors would not break into Hogwarts and interfere with the normal study and life of the young wizards except when Black was discovered. , Well, but look..."
Amosta spread his hands with an innocent expression.
"The reality is always much worse than we expected."
"Yeah yeah--"
Under the gaze of several professors, Fudge subconsciously wanted to wipe his forehead, but when he raised his hand, he realized that he was not talking to Dumbledore, so he awkwardly picked up the cup and took a sip. A glass of red currant rum to lighten the mood.
Oh, okay, another difficult guy!
When putting down the cup, Fudge secretly glanced at Amosta's lavender eyes, thinking in his heart...the two previous experiences with him made Fudge mistakenly think that Amosta would be a person who was very interested in the Ministry of Magic. Here's the friendly young wizard!
The negotiation on whether to retain the Dementors is actually not complicated. The real demands of Amosta and Professor McGonagall are simple, that is, to control the number of Dementors and require those Dementors to take shifts... This way If so, it can effectively prevent those dementors from being so hungry that they rush into Hogwarts and start killing people.
Fudge easily agreed.
The dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic were only one factor in causing trouble. Amosta and his magical surveillance device also made him feel less anxious.
Just as they were broaching the topic of dementors, many students came into the room, and the whole bar was noisy. Moreover, there seemed to be something wrong with the kettle on the mantelpiece. They were coughing and coughing from the spout of the kettle. Streams of hot water spurted out, and the water poured into the blazing fire, making the entire bar filled with smoke.
"Well, where is Dumbledore--"
After talking about the Dementor problem, the remaining question that people are concerned about is Dumbledore's whereabouts.
"I can't answer that for you,"
Fudge, who was already a little drunk, could not speak clearly clearly. He muttered,
"Dumbledore wrote me a letter before leaving Hogwarts, telling me that he needed to go out. After learning the news, I immediately approached him... He couldn't just let me go without doing anything. I'm left alone to deal with the endless problems of the International Confederation of Wizards!"
What Fudge was trying to hide was so curious. In addition to the reserved Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Hagrid began to think of ways to inquire again, and Fudge obviously knew that if he revealed even a little bit here, probably, Tomorrow evening, the group of centaurs in the Forbidden Forest could hear the wind, so he just smiled and talked about it, but he didn't want to say anything.
Amosta did not join the conversation. I don’t know when his expression became a little weird, and he seemed a little absent-minded. His eyes were not on the people communicating, but looked towards a certain direction outside the door from time to time.
It seems that it is still necessary to let the dementors control the school gate.
A while ago, he suddenly felt that Harry, who was marked by him, appeared in Hogsmeade and entered the range of his mark perception. He stayed in one place for a few minutes, and then rushed towards him quickly, When he got close to the Three Broomsticks, Amosta also sensed the two familiar magic powers that were traveling with him.
"Sorry, everyone--"
When Hagrid was asking in a roundabout way whether it was possible to ask Fudge to say hello to the officials of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures and ask them to go easy on Buckbeak, Amosta suddenly stood up and interrupted him.
"Ms. Rosmerta's tea is probably not too fresh. Please allow me to leave for a while--"
With that said, he left his seat and walked quickly to the inner room...
Jingle Bell!
Accompanied by the rapid sound of wind chimes, the bar door was pushed open again, and two heads quickly poked through the crack in the door.
The lingering smoke made the already bleak view of the bar even worse. Harry looked at everything around him with interest while trying his best to avoid bumping into the bustling crowd.
Since there was no way to show their faces in a big way, the three of them chose a secluded location where no one would notice since it was between a window and a beautiful Christmas tree.
“It’s so lively here!”
Ron went to get a drink, and Harry sat next to Hermione and said cheerfully, "I don't think anyone will notice me. What do you think, Hermione?"
"No way, Harry!"
Hermione said unceremoniously with a tigerish face,
"You have taken a big risk, and I will never let you take off the invisibility cloak."
"I have no intention of doing that, Hermione—"
Harry said angrily when he was exposed, but then his eyes were attracted by the steaming butterbeer on the tables of several senior students next to him. Harry had only drunk this delicious drink once, that was last semester. Fred and George got it for everyone the night they defeated the Inferi in Professor Blaine's class.
Two minutes later, Ron came back with three identical glasses of butterbeer. However, when passing a certain location, his rapid steps suddenly faltered, and his happy expression suddenly turned to panic.
"What's going on, Ron?"
Harry asked inexplicably as he kept staring at him.
"The professors are right there, Harry, hide quickly, don't reveal your secret!"
Harry's body moved faster than his brain. Just after hearing what Ron said, his instinct had already driven him to slide down the stool. But because he couldn't see Harry's movements, Ron kept standing stupidly. He stood up and used his body to block the sight that might come from that position.
"I told you so!"
Hermione lowered her voice and said angrily,
"I have a feeling that something might go wrong. Usually when I feel like this, things are always close to the same mark!"
"Stop making such a fuss, Hermione—"
After sitting down, Ron's heart was no longer beating so fast, and he said nonchalantly, "They can't see Harry, can they?"
After receiving Ron's prompt, Hermione and Harry finally discovered that the Minister of Magic and several professors were actually few seats away from them... The Dean of Gryffindor House whom Harry was most afraid of bumping into was also there.
"All I can say is you're lucky, Harry."
Hermione took out her wand and whispered 'disapparate' towards the Christmas tree, so that it could better block Harry's view under the table.
"You should be glad that Professor Blaine is not here. Your invisibility cloak cannot hide his wonderful eyes!"
It’s been a while since I’ve seen anything so exciting!
Harry thought this, and then, a pair of shiny turquoise high-heeled shoes appeared in his sight. The owner of the shoes stepped on the pinstriped cloak of the Minister of Magic dragged on the ground, and smiled coquettishly,
"Would you like more, Minister?"
"Then have some more, honey!"
Fudge, who was getting headaches, couldn't control his voice. "I just came back from Paris, and I have to devote myself to endless work tomorrow... It's rare to have some free time."
"Big men are always so busy,"
Ms. Rosmerta said, pouring Fudge another full glass of wine.
"Speaking of which, are there any new developments in the ministry...I mean, on the matter of hunting down Black..."
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