Christmas is coming, and Hermione decides to take the opportunity to go to Hogsmeade Village to take a break.

She figured that she had already sorted out her mood, and it was impossible for her to never set foot here for some reason, right?

She also kept up with the many schoolwork brought by the time turner, and after enough study, it was necessary to treat herself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She thought back to the first time she had gone to Duke Honey's candy shop, and she hadn't been to any other part of Hogsmeade yet, so the village was actually quite new to her now.

It was snowing heavily, and she walked slowly along with a brown and yellow striped knitted scarf around her neck, a plush crimson hat on her head, and a thick coat over her body, leaving her footprints on the snow-covered ground.

The streets were bustling with activity, and even on such a cold day, the students and residents could not dampen the enthusiasm, and the Christmas atmosphere was very strong, with many shops even setting up Christmas trees in front of their doors, and the residents were lined with holly garlands in front of their gates, and enchanted candles hung on the trees.

Hermione watched curiously at everything in front of her, the customs of the wizarding village were displayed before her eyes, the choir of short wizards with pointed hats singing in the streets, and the tall wizards roaming around on oxen, which made her can't help but compare herself to the place where she once lived.

The wind and snow were sudden, and Hermione's hands were already gloved, and she still felt like she was going to freeze, so she kept breathing on her hands, her eyes searching for a place to rest and provide her with warmth.

"Three broomstick bars?" she glanced up at the sign, then pushed the door in, a little nervous and excited, in her mind, the bar was still a place not very suitable for minors.

Compared to the chill brought by the wind and snow outside, it was obviously much warmer here, and many witches sat at the wine table, ordering a drink, some pouring themselves drinks, some chatting enthusiastically, and even arguing over some anecdotal rumors.

Just as Hermione was about to find a place to sit down and order a drink appropriate for her age, she saw someone she definitely didn't want to see right now.

- Ron, who was sitting at a small wine table, blushing and secretly looking at the proprietress who was busy going around.

"It was a mistake to walk into this room. Hermione rolled her eyes, pushed open the door of the bar and walked out.

She decided to check out Duke Honey anyway and buy some candy for her parents to bring home, and she remembered that her parents were very happy with the mints.

And that's where she bumped into Harry.

"Are you going to go to him?

"I don't know the way, their map is gone when they reach Hogsmeade. Harry was embarrassed.

"Okay, I'll take you. Hermione looked at Harry and sighed helplessly.

She wasn't too worried about Harry's safety right now, aside from the people she had seen celebrating the holidays, there were quite a few Aurors patrolling the bar, and it was just as she was leaving the bar. She saw Professor McGonagall and a few other familiar faces burrowing into the pub, which was probably the safest place to be, except for Dumbledore's office.

Hermione put herself in Harry's shoes, he was indeed pitiful enough during this time, and it was understandable to relax, she couldn't go and report him right away, right?

"You brought the Cloak of Invisibility, right?" she asked in a whisper, then added, "That Mr. Moody is said to have gone to the Forbidden Forest to search now, otherwise I would have advised you to go back now." ”

Harry nodded, but he still hadn't told the truth just now, it was a fact that he didn't know the road, but the location of this street would certainly not stop him, and he would rather create a chance for his two good friends to reconcile.

"Let's go. She said.

Unfortunately, by the time they arrived at the room, Ron was gone.

They walked briskly through the old wooden door, Harry in the cloak of invisibility, Hermione tightening her neckline to cover her face as much as she could, she still wished she could make a good impression in front of her teacher.

"Two glasses of butterbeer. She spoke to Mrs. Rosmerta at the bar.

"Uhhhh

"Are you sure you can drink?" she asked cautiously.

"Hmm. Hermione nodded slightly, trying to avoid drawing attention to herself, wondering why she was asking herself the question.

"Well, I hope you're telling the truth. Rothmerta said, then handed Hermione two steaming, frothy butterbeers.

"Please give me a small glass of canyon water. ”

Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from behind Hermione, causing Hermione's whole body to tense.

"A portion of sherry juice soda with ice and snails—" Professor Flitwick said, smashing his lips.

"I need a glass of redcurrant candied wine. Hermione couldn't make out the voice.

"Oh, okay, please wait. Rosmerta turned to respond to their order and got busy again.

"Harry?"

Hermione walked to the place where they had been sitting together, only to find that Harry was gone, even though he was wearing an invisibility cloak, he still had some candy he had bought from Duke Honey, but now it was gone.

"What are you doing over there?" said Hermione, seeing a long-legged stool being dragged and hearing the creaking sound of rubbing against the ground, but there was no one around.

"It's really reassuring. Hermione shook her head, followed Harry's direction, pulled a stool from the empty wine table, and sat down beside Harry.

"Don't run around, Harry. Hermione's voice was very low, "Didn't you see Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick next to you?"

Harry didn't speak, and Hermione couldn't make him look good right now, so he silently pushed the already cold Butterbeer across from him, and watched as the height of a full glass began to slowly decline.

The sudden downward trend stopped.

Because Hermione heard the name "Black".

She seemed to understand why Harry was moving closer.

By this time, Rosmerta had already brought them the drinks they had ordered, and with a pale red glass of wine in his hand, he found a free place to sit down gently.

"What wind has brought you here, Minister?" This is the voice of Rosmerta.

"Don't call me a minister. Fudge twisted his stout body a little uncomfortably, and his feet under the table changed to a different position, and then said, "I guess I will be completely removed from the stage one day." ”

As he spoke, he flipped out a newspaper and pointed out to the few people in front of him the reports that were now about him, all of which were bad comments, saying that he was "mediocre and incompetent" was the lightest.

"Uhhhh

Flitwick just sat in a high chair, silently sipping his drink, not wanting to answer.

"I'm obviously looking out for everyone's safety. ”

"Damn it, it's all that Blake escaped. Fudge slammed his fist into the wine table in front of him, causing a shake. "He's been in chaos since he escaped from prison...... Fudge said, dejected.

You know, I still can't quite believe that," said Miss Rosmerta mused, "and of all the people who have fallen into the pile of bad guys, Sirius Black is the last person I expected to do... 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. ”

"Heh, he's a million times worse than you think. Fudge was blunt, disgusted with the fugitive who had severely affected his political career.

"How close he used to be to Potter, like brothers. McGonagall sighed, and thought of the two most troublesome of them.

"But this guy betrayed them, I thought Azkaban would be his final destination, but I didn't expect him to escape now,"

Fudge began to gush on and on, not even lowering his voice, from the initial Loyalty Spell to the battle in which Peter Pettigrew was killed by Black, Professor McGonagall and Flitwick added a few words from time to time, while Rosmerta sighed incessantly.

"He's even the godfather of that poor kid, my God, and now he's trying to do it to him. Fudge became excited, his neck flushed, but his shoulders soon loosened again, "Now we can only hope that our most elite Auror team will be able to capture him as soon as possible." He said with a little expectation, as if this would restore his reputation, which had fallen into the abyss.

"Connelly, if you still want to have dinner with Dumbledore and discuss the guarding of the Azkaban prisoners, then we should go back to the castle now. McGonagall reminded as if she remembered something.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Fudge touched his head, he looked out the window, "It's still early, you guys go back first, Dumbledore should still be searching the Forbidden Forest with our elite, Mr. Moody." Fudge looked at his unfinished drink and was a little stunned, and said something to excuse himself.

He still didn't want to communicate with Dumbledore, even if he was forced to be helpless, he wanted to delay it for a while, and the conversation between the two was weak, not to mention that he owed Dumbledore a great favor not long ago.

If there had been a large-scale prison escape at that time, he would not have been thinking about whether he could secure his position, but about who to find to defend him for malfeasance.

Great kindness is like great hatred, even if he is not so much, but facing Dumbledore always makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's go back first. ”

There was a sound of glass and wood clashing, and in the blink of an eye, Fudge was the only one left at the table.

"Harry. Hermione whispered, reaching for him, only to find that there was a complete air in front of her.

"He's not going to be stupid. Hermione's heart hung in the air, and even she was indignant when she heard these words, what kind of blow her parents would have caused him to die because they had been betrayed by those closest and most trusted, Hermione did not dare to think deeply.

She asked herself, if she learned such a truth, she might also be carried away by hatred, and her reason would be swallowed up by anger, and she would take revenge on her enemies.

Just as she was about to step out the door to pursue Harry, fearing that Harry was doing something stupid, a familiar voice came into her ears.

"Uncle Fudge, long time no see, allow me to say hello to you on behalf of my father. Hermione looked back and saw Malfoy, dressed in a light gray coat, standing at the same table that everyone was talking about, greeting Fudge politely, and then casually removing a chair from under the table and sitting down gently.

"Oh, your father is all right. Fudge said.

"Dad, he's fine. Malfoy nodded, then changed his mind, "But Uncle Fudge, you're not doing very well." Malfoy looked at Fudge with burning eyes, as if he meant something.

Fudge's face darkened for a moment, but he still maintained his characteristic demeanor as a politician, and did not reply.

"I heard that your men are starting to move, are you still in a safe position?" Malfoy pressed in, asking more and more pointed questions, and Fudge more and more embarrassed.

He said with a grim face, "I don't know when Lucius's son became so rude and keen to laugh at his elders, I have to talk to him another day." ”

"Maybe you'll have to make an appointment to see my father another day, and he won't waste time on some useless people. ”

"Ridiculous!" Fudge's breathing began to rapid, and he slapped the wine table in front of him with his palm, he was very annoyed, but the scene that Malfoy had built for him was so real, he still remembered how beautiful it was when he was in power, but in the blink of an eye, his position became precarious, look, now even a hairy boy dares to laugh at him in front of him, he hasn't stepped down yet!

"What does Malfoy want to do?" Hermione retreated back to where she had been, and it was the first time she had heard him taunt a man so unscrupulously, even nominally his elder.

"I'm just telling the truth. The horse shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, then turned and waved to the bar, "Mrs. Rosmerta, please bring me a glass of lemonade, thank you." ”

"Please believe in my kindness, the Malfoy family's friendship with you will endure!" After ordering, Malfoy reached out and handed Fudge a small piece of parchment, the words on it were written in black ink, which seemed so small and dense that Fudge couldn't see clearly for a while, just as he pulled his eyes closer to the parchment.

Malfoy spoke again, and the words were like a thunderclap in Fudge's ears.

"I've found out a lot about Black, Uncle Fudge. Then Malfoy smiled mysteriously and looked at Fudge with a stunned expression. (To be continued.) )