Allen's intentions were blasted out before they could succeed - that's right, after entering the door, the three of them wanted to find a good seat to sit, but the proprietress Madame Pardiv even ignored the badge on Alan's chest and turned the three away.

The three guys, who didn't have much self-knowledge, walked around muttering that the boss was going to go out of business sooner or later, and discussed how good it would be to have a drink.

That's what they thought, and that's what they did—so, ten minutes later, the three of them were already on three broomsticks.

As Christmas approaches, the shop has been decorated in a unique way, with the smoke from the fireplace magically forming a picture and a line of large letters hanging high at the door, and the font changing from time to time in Merry Christmas and Welcome is very interesting.

There's a timeless Christmas tree and weird gifts to decorate the interior – but it's not much use...

Yes, it's pretty pretty, but no one is going to pay attention to this - the three brooms are famous for two important reasons.

First, its butterbeer is quite famous in the British wizarding world, with an excellent taste, and second, hehe, its proprietress looks like...

According to incomplete statistics, about more than 30% of Hogwarts boys have a good impression of the boss lady or blush when they see the boss lady - don't laugh, this is a very normal phenomenon, after all, compared to girls who are not more than 18 years old in school, the boss lady with a graceful figure and a standard face does have a lethal effect on adolescent witches.

To be precise, it's not just the little wizards at school, but a bunch of adult wizards also like to stay here, drunk and noisy waiting for the proprietress to appease them - it can be seen that not all wizards like eighteen-year-old young and beautiful witches, ahem, far away.

Allen's group of roommates were drinking and playing cards in the tavern - it was a snowy day, and even if they were to make a rare trip to Hogsmeade, few wanted to go out.

The table was already a little crowded and magically squeezed up three more people, and what was even more amazing was that Alan and they could continue to play cards, tasting the special butterbeer by the way - it didn't take long for Allen to pick up the sour lollipop as punishment with a bitter face, with an expression of Alan you kid waiting for me.

Cut - it's no wonder you can win!

Since unlocking Card Master, there has only been one instance in which Alan has lost playing cards - he deliberately released water.

As soon as the card is played, he knows what the card is, and they win with their dreams?

Therefore, in the face of several provocative opponents, Allen could only watch them add to the punishment of defeat without knowing what to do.

Just as Alan and the twins were about to play the next game, the door to the bar was pushed open, and a snowstorm walked in with a figure - when they saw this figure, Alan and the twins stopped touching the cards in their hands almost at the same time, made silent expressions, and then quickly found another table in the corner and began to observe.

They were quite familiar with the people who came - Qiu, who had just followed Lost, and when they watched her carefully protect her, they knew that Harry was definitely behind!

Maybe they're afraid of Allen and they'll find another way to get in.,In order to prevent the variable of the light bulb from appearing on the date.,The two of them plan to play with Allen and them to play a dark Chen Cang - unfortunately,They don't know at all.,They're now home deliveries.。。。

However, Alan's onlookers were soon exposed—for not long before Harry and the others were seated, the door of the bar was opened again, this time by a large crowd.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, Hagrid, and one man who kept a serious attitude even when he entered the tavern - Minister of Magic, Fudge.

Although it was nothing to come out to drink, it was obviously a bit restrained to play in front of the professor, and the group began to get serious, trying to get themselves out of the professor's sight, and Harry, who was already seated, was even more anxious - because the professors looked like they were walking in their direction.

Fortunately, Allen's training for him was not in vain, and Harry, who was concentrated and wise, quickly moved a decorative Christmas tree in front of his desk, obscuring most of his vision - however, at the same time, Allen, who was originally blocked by the tree, naturally leaked out - which made the atmosphere temporarily more awkward...

Fortunately, the two of them had expected this situation, so they didn't make too much noise, so the professors didn't find the small theater behind the Christmas tree.

Glancing at the twins, the three of them squeezed directly onto the table rather shamelessly - after all, this is relatively close, and the Minister of Magic and the professor are chatting together, no matter which student can burst out with curiosity at the moment of seeing it, right?

The professors sat down as the chairs dragged, and a female voice rang out—it was Rosmerta.

Everyone else went to the bar to order drinks, but it was normal for her to come to the table in person - Hogwarts was the biggest customer in the village, not to mention, there was a Minister of Magic here!

Professor McGonagall's canyon water, Hagrid's mead, Professor Flitwick's sherry juice soda, and Mr. Minister's redcurrant sugar wine - it wasn't a big deal, but, after everything was in order, the Minister of Magic's words were kind of funny.

"Thank you, Rosmerta, my dear, I must say, how glad to see you again. Would you like to have a drink, okay?

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So, down to the third-grade kid, up to the Minister of Magic, this boss lady is all killed?

Allen's focus was obviously not quite the same as the others, so his shock went unnoticed.

The attention of the others was completely absorbed by what Minister Fudge was talking about—because the truth of the matter was not too secret, and not revealing it was just to avoid panic among the people, and after the glamorous proprietress lamented that business was not doing well and made it clear that she was dissatisfied with the Dementors, Minister Fudge told the story completely.

Because apparently the proprietress was really angry - because of the Dementors, the village was under curfew, and it was her bar that was most affected.

"You know, I still can't quite believe that," said Miss Rosmerta, musing herself:

"Of all the people who have fallen into the pile of bad guys, Sirius Black is the last person I expected to do so... I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, and if you had told me at that time what was going to happen to him, then I would have said you drank too much. ”

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Wait a minute?

It doesn't look like it anymore - you must know that Jaime's son, who is the same level as Sirius, not only knows how to play soy sauce, but he also hooks up with little girls at bars!

And, at that time, it was said that you drank too much alcohol - were you selling alcohol at that time?

Alan shuddered and stopped thinking about it, it was terrifying!