Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 289 Argument

"That's the post office. There are more than two hundred owls in it. If you plan to send a little more, you have to pass there."

Harry immediately remembered the Nimbus 2000 he had received. An owl couldn't deliver it. Ron smirked, his Nimbus 2000 was coming to the post office soon.

"It's the Joke Seasoning Shop. There's a lot of prank stuff in there. Fred and Joe buy a lot of stuff here."

"That's the famous screaming shack, I heard it's been haunted."

"Ah, but now." Ron sneezed and said, "It's too cold today, I think we can go, how about some butterbeer at Three Broomsticks?"

The blizzard seemed to have accepted the order of the Goddess of Ice and Snow, speeding up its savagery. The cold passed through the scarf behind the jacket and squeezed desperately into the person's body.

"That couldn't be better." Harry stomped his feet and agreed immediately, a little afraid of the cold.

They picked up their pace and trotted across the road, and a few minutes later they entered a tavern.

As soon as the door was opened, the hotel was full of people, crowded and noisy. The heavy snow seemed to drive everyone to the tavern, the warm smoke rose, and all the cold was isolated from the hut.

A woman with a graceful figure and a hot and beautiful face was taking care of a large group of noisy wizards at the bar.

"That's Ms. Rosmerta." Ron said blushing, "I'll go get some drinks, all right." Although he asked, he didn't really ask everyone's opinion, and people had already rushed out of the bar excitedly. .

"Ron, I want a cup of coffee, I don't drink." George said quickly, and he didn't know if Ron heard it. He has always abstained from drinking, whether it is wine or beer, he does not drink at all.

They continued inside until they came to the back of the room, where a table was still empty between the window and a large Christmas tree. It's near the fireplace, it's very warm, and you can see the snow outside the window through the window.

About five minutes later, Ron returned happily. Luckily he got it right, three frothy mugs of hot butterbeer, and a big mug of steaming coffee in the same mug.

George took the coffee in the big beer mug, the big beer mug, it looked a little weird, but it tasted good. In snowy weather, coffee with chocolate dissipates the cold, warms the appetite, and warms people from the inside out.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew, and the door of the Three Brooms Hotel opened again.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick from the Charms class were walking into the tavern with a flurry of snowflakes. They tidied up their clothes at the door and dusted off the snow.

He was followed by a tall figure like a large wine barrel, it was Hagrid, and next to him was a short and sturdy man in a dark green hard hat, a thin cloak, and a solemn demeanor, that was the Minister of Magic. Cornelius Fudge.

Ron and Hermione immediately pressed Harry under the table and told him to hide from the teacher.

Hermione pointed at the Christmas tree next to her with her wand, and whispered, "Transfiguration!"

The eldest Christmas tree beside their table floated up and fell lightly in front of their table, covering them firmly.

The teachers and Fudge had turned back from the bar and came towards them, in a burst of nervousness and pounding hearts. The teachers stopped a few feet in front of them and took their seats at the table next to them.

The teachers sat down with Fudge, mumbling something. Then another lady came over and said in a warm voice.

"A glass of canyon spring water."

"Thanks, it's mine," said Professor McGonagall.

"Four pints of mead."

"This is mine." Haier said excitedly.

"One Sydney juice, soda, ice, and snails."

"Hmm!" Professor Flitwick smacked.

"The rest is your red vinegar mulled wine, Minister."

"Thank you, darling, Rosmerta," said Fudge. "I want to say, it's nice to see you again. Would you like a drink, too, and sit with us and talk a while?"

"Well, thank you very much, Minister."

Rosmerta quickly took the cup from the bar and turned back. She asked curiously, "What kind of wind called you here, Minister Busy."

Fudge twisted a little unnaturally, but he quickly adjusted and said calmly, "Besides that Sirius Black who is still on the run, what else can he do."

He continued, "My dear, I'm sure you've heard about what happened at Hogwarts on Halloween."

"I did hear rumors," Ms Rosmerta admitted.

"Hagrid, you didn't tell the whole tavern, did you?" Professor McGonagall said angrily.

"Uh—" Hagrid stammered, blushing, "perhaps everyone can help catch the fugitive."

"Minister, do you think Blake is still hiding around here?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"That's for sure," Fudge said decisively. "He escaped deliberately, not fleeing, not hiding. He will never give up easily."

"But you know what? Dementors have raided my bistro twice," Ms. Rosemerta said, her voice sharp. "It's going to affect my business, they're killing my customers. Scared away, Mr. Minister."

"My dear, Rosmerta, you know, neither do I, I don't like them at all," Fudge said uneasily, "but it's a necessary precaution, and the dementors have a lot of resentment, and they can't even enter the castle. Go, and lose people."

"That's what they deserve. They invaded the range of Hogwarts without permission. George did a great job." Professor McGonagall said sharply, "Those terrifying monsters will have a very bad effect on the psychology of young students. bad influence."

"But we need to get Black as soon as possible, we can't leave him alone, he threatens the safety of the students," Fudge argued.

"The academy has done a thorough investigation. Whether it's Black or his Animagus deformation. It won't appear in the school again. You should focus on the outside of the school." Professor McGonagall said without hesitation. on.

Fudge fidgeted and twisted his hands.

"To be honest, I still can't believe this until now." Ms. Rosmerta was silent for a while and continued, "Of all the people who have fallen into the bad guys, Sirius Black surprised me the most."