Chapter 462: Party at the 3 Broomstick Bar

Sirius' explanation failed to ease the atmosphere, and the owner of the Honey Duke's shop still looked at him with horror.

Anyone who sees a fugitive who has killed more than a dozen Muggles on the wanted order appear in front of him grandiosely, he will feel fear, even if the fugitive claims to have been exonerated.

Fortunately, Dumbledore soon walked over with Ron, and after some explanation, an oolong incident was avoided.

Although this was just an episode, it still poured cold water on Harry and the others who were happily preparing to celebrate in Hogsmeade Village.

So after buying a lot of weird candies, Ivan and the others didn't stay there any longer, but planned to go to the Three Broomsticks Bar to find a remote place for a party.

"How can the boss there be like this? We bought so many things there, but he wants to drive us away!" After coming out of the Honey Duke's shop, Harry was still a little unhappy and said very dissatisfied.

"That's normal, Harry! They always take a while to accept my new identity!" Sirius looked very open, he was used to it a long time ago.

Even when he was at Hogwarts before, the situation was similar. Except for some students in Gryffindor who didn't care about his identity, the little wizards of other academies still avoided themselves in fear.

In fact, Sirius was a little worried that the owner of the Three Broomsticks would also drive them out, so today's celebration rally would not be possible.

The situation is not so bad. The owner Ms. Rosmerta is very reasonable. She is very well informed when she runs a bar. She was not surprised when she saw Sirius.

"Mr. Black, congratulations on your rebirth!" Ms. Rosmerta poured a glass of butter beer and pushed it in front of Sirius, speaking with a smile on her face.

"This cup is considered free of charge by me..."

"Thank you... Madam!" Sirius was flattered, and after taking the cup and raising his hand, he poured it in.

"It's been a long time since I drank this kind of wine, and the taste hasn't changed at all!" Sirius sighed cheerfully, put the empty glass on the table, and wiped the stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

"By the way, we plan to find a place here to celebrate. It won't disturb your business?" Sirius glanced at the inside of the bar. It was quite lively. Most of the round tables were full of people, and there were only a few vacancies.

Just as a few drunk and drunk spirits greeted with a toast, Ivan and others found an empty seat and sat down, stacking all the snacks they bought on the table.

Sirius took a bottle of Butterbeer from another table and wanted to pour a glass for everyone.

Harry and Ron were very happy, they had always wanted to taste butterbeer but had no chance.

However, after Sirius took the wine and dangled their glasses for a while, he stopped again, glanced at Dumbledore, and patted his head as if he had just remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, you are not old enough to drink!"

Sirius shook his head regretfully, then turned to look at Ms. Rosmerta and shouted loudly.

"Boss, a few glasses of violet water and snail cherry syrup soda, don't add ice!"

"No, this is what you should drink!" Sirius said very solemnly when the drink cup was served.

Harry and Ron's expressions became disappointed, but they didn't have the guts to violate the school rules in front of Professor Dumbledore.

So in the end, only Sirius and Dumbledore drank Butterbeer and Ivan and others could only drink drinks obediently.

Just eating snacks and drinking beverages, congratulated Sirius on finally getting rid of his injustice in a burst of laughter.

Originally, because of Dumbledore's existence, everyone seemed a little restrained, but soon they discovered that the old professor was also able to play, and would make jokes with them from time to time.

Even midway through, Sirius secretly changed the drinks of Harry and the others to Butterbeer and let them try it. Dumbledore closed one eye as if he hadn't seen it.

When Ivan was chatting, he also noticed some unconsciously staring at Dumbledore's every move, keenly noticed that the old professor deliberately used his left hand to complete everything, and his right hand was always hidden. In the sleeve.

This made Ivan even more surprised. If Phoenix Fox hadn't stayed on Dumbledore's shoulder very intimately, he would have doubted whether Dumbledore in front of him was pretending to be someone else.

Or is it because of some reason that the other hand cannot be used?