Chapter 289
"That is the post office. There are more than two hundred owls in it. If you plan to send a little more, you have to go through there."
Harry immediately remembered the light wheel 2000 he had received, but an owl could not be transported. Ron smirked, his light wheel 2000 will soon be at the post office.
"That's a joke condiment shop. There are a lot of things for pranks. Many of Fred and Joe's items are bought here."
"There is the famous screaming shack. I heard that it has been haunted."
"Sneez, but now." Ron sneezed and said, "It's too cold today, I think we can go to Three Broomsticks and have some butter beer, how about it?"
The blizzard seemed to have accepted the order of the goddess of ice and snow, speeding up its aggressiveness, flakes of snowflakes, caught in the cold wind. The cold passed through the scarf behind the jacket and desperately squeezed into the body.
"That couldn't be better." Harry stomped his feet and agreed immediately, a little afraid of the cold.
They quickened their pace, trot 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 drove everyone to the tavern, the warm smoke rose up, and all the severe cold was isolated from the hut.
A woman with a graceful figure and a hot and beautiful appearance is taking care of a group of noisy wizards at the bar.
"That's Ms. Rosmerta." Ron said blushing, "I'll get some wine, okay." Although he asked, he didn't really ask for everyone's opinion, and people rushed out of the bar. .
"Ron, I want a cup of coffee, I don't drink." George said quickly, not knowing if Ron heard it. He always doesn't drink any alcohol, whether it's red wine or beer.
They continued to walk inside and came to the back of the room. Between the window and a large Christmas tree, a table was still empty. It's near the fireplace, it's very warm, and you can see the snow scene through the window.
About five minutes later, Ron returned happily. Fortunately, he didn't get it wrong, three frothy hot butterbeers, and a big steaming coffee in the same cup.
George took the coffee in a big beer mug. The huge beer mug made it look a little strange, but it tasted good. In snowy weather, coffee with chocolate dispels the cold, warms the appetite, and warms people from the inside out.
Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the door of the Three Brooms Hotel opened again. They subconsciously looked towards the door, and they were all shocked.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick of the curse class were walking into the tavern with a burst of snowflakes. They tidied up their clothes at the door and dusted off the snow.
Following him was a sturdy and tall figure as big as a big wine barrel. It was Hagrid. Next to him was a short, dignified man wearing a dark green bowler hat and a thin cloak. He was the Minister of Magic. Connelly Fudge.
Ron and Hermione immediately pressed Harry under the table and told him to hide to prevent the teacher from finding it.
Hermione pointed her magic wand at the Christmas tree next to her, and whispered, "Transformation!"
The big Christmas tree next to their table floated up and fell lightly in front of their table, covering them firmly.
The teachers and Fudge had already turned back from the bar and walked towards them, amidst their intense and fierce heartbeat. The teachers stopped a few feet in front of them and sat at the table next to them.
The teachers sat down with Fudge, still muttering something. Then another lady came over and said in a warm voice.
"A glass of canyon spring water."
"Thank you, this is mine." Professor McGonagall said.
"Four pints of mead."
"This is mine." Haier said excitedly.
"A pear juice, soda, ice and snails."
"Um!" Professor Flitwick smashed his mouth.
"The rest is your red vinegar honey wine, Minister."
"Thank you, dear, Rosmerta." Fudge said, "I want to say, I'm glad to see you again. You have a drink too, how about sitting with us and having a chat?"
"Well, thank you very much, Minister."
Rosmerta quickly took the cup from the bar again and turned it back. She asked curiously, "What wind has summoned you here, Minister Busy."
Fudge twisted unnaturally, but he adjusted quickly and said calmly, "What else can be done except Sirius Black who is still on the run."
He continued, "My dear, I guess you must have heard of what happened at Hogwarts on Halloween."
"I did hear the rumors." Ms. Rosmerta admitted.
"Hagrid, you won't tell the people in the entire tavern?" Professor McGonagall said angrilyUh————" Hagrid blushed and stammered, "Maybe everyone can help To catch the fugitive. "
"Minister, do you think Black is still hiding here?" Ms. Rosmerta asked quietly.
"That's for sure." Fudge said categorically, "He escaped deliberately, without fleeing, without hiding. He would never give up easily."
"But did you know? The Dementors have searched my tavern twice." Ms. Rosmerta said, with a hint of sharpness in her voice. "It will affect my business. They will kill my customers. Scared off, Mr. Minister."
"Dear, Rosmerta, you know, I do the same, I don't like them at all." Fudge said uncomfortably, "but it's necessary precautions. Dementors have a lot of grievances, they can't even enter the castle Go, and lost manpower."
"That's what they deserve. They invaded Hogwarts without permission. George did a great job." Professor McGonagall said sharply, "Those terrible monsters will cause a lot of psychological damage to young students. Bad influence."
"But we need to catch Black as soon as possible. We can't leave him alone. He threatens the safety of the students." Fudge argued.
"The academy has been thoroughly investigated, whether it is Blake or his Animagus deformed. They will not appear in the school again. You should focus on the outside of the school." Professor McGonagall said without conceding. With.
Fudge twisted his hands nervously.
"To be honest, I still can't believe this." 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."