Harry and Vio saw a pair of slender and graceful legs between the table legs, wearing gorgeous turquoise heels, and heard a woman's voice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"A small glass of canyon water?"

"Mine. Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pints of mead?"

"Thanks, Rosmerta. Hagrid said in a gruff voice.

"A serving of sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails?"

"Hmm!" Professor Flitwick said, smacking his lips.

"Then yours is the redcurrant candies, Minister. ”

"Thank you, Rothmotha, my dear," Fudge's voice said, "I must say, how glad to see you again. Why don't you have a drink, okay? Come and sit with us......"

"Okay. Thank you, Minister. ”

Both watched as the shiny heels walked away and came back.

Harry's heart was beating to his throat, uncomfortable.

Vio too, but the two of them think completely different things.

Harry thought he was so stupid, he didn't think about how long they were going to sit here for the teachers because it was the last week of the semester, and if he was going to go back to school tonight, he would need time to sneak back to Duke Honey's candy store, and Hermione's leg writhed uneasily next to him.

VIO was wondering why she had just squatted down stupidly, she wasn't the one who was being chased by Little Sky, Professor Flitwick was here, and Professor McGonagall would intercede even if she wanted to scold her.

"What wind has brought you here, Minister?" was Rosmerta's voice.

Vio saw Fudge's stout lower body writhing in his chair, as if to check to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

Then he said quietly, "What else could be going on but Sirius Black, my dear, and I dare say you've heard what happened at school on Halloween, right?"

"I've heard the rumors. Ms. Rosmerta admitted.

"Did you tell the whole tavern, Hagrid?" Professor McGonagall said angrily.

"Do you think Black is still around, Minister?" asked Lady Rosmerta in a low voice.

"Definitely. Fudge said briefly.

"Did you know that the Dementors have searched my tavern twice?" said Miss Rosmerta, a slight edge in her voice. "It's not good for business to scare my customers away, minister. ”

"Rothmerta, my dear, I don't like them either. Fudge said uneasily, "Necessary precautions, but you're right, I've just encountered a few." They were so annoyed with Dumbledore that he wouldn't let them enter the castle grounds. ”

"I don't think they should be allowed in," Professor McGonagall said sharply, "these horrible things are floating around, how are we going to teach?"

"Listen, listen!" cried the diminutive Professor Flitwick, his feet dangling a foot above the ground.

"I know Blake can ......"

"You know, I still can't believe that," said Miss Rosmerta mused, "Of all the people who have fallen into the pile of bad guys, Sirius Black is the last person I expected to do that, I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, and if you had told me at that time what would have become of him, I would have said you drank too much. ”

"You don't know more than half of the truth, Rosmerta. "Very few people know the worst thing he's ever done." ”

"The worst?" said Miss Rosmerta, her voice full of curiosity, "do you mean worse than killing so many poor people?"

"Of course. Fudge said. "I can't believe it. What could be worse than that?"

"You said you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," Professor McGonagall murmured, "do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Of course I remember," said Ms. Rosmerta, with a light chuckle, "the two are inseparable, aren't they? A good pair, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

Harry dropped the large cup in his hand with a thud. Ron kicked him a little. Vio frowned and leaned to the side.

"Not bad at all," Professor McGonagall said, "Black and Potter." The head of their clique. Both of them are very smart, of course, to be honest, very smart, but I don't think we've ever met such a pair of people who can cause trouble!"

"I don't know," Hagrid said with a grin, "if Fred and Jorca Weasley can compete with them." ”

"You'd think Blake and Potter were brothers," Professor Flitwick interjected, "inseparable!"

"Of course they're inseparable," Fudge said, "and Potter trusts Blake more than all his friends." It's still like that when they graduate and leave school. When Jaime and Lily got married, Blake was the best man. Then they called Blake Harry's godfather. Of course Harry didn't know. You can imagine how tormenting him would have been to know this. ”

Harry turned his head to Vio and almost hit Vio's eye.

"Is it because Blake later formed a gang with the Mystery?" asked Rosmerta in a low voice.

"It's worse than that, my dear," Fudge said in a deep voice, lowering his voice, "many people don't know that the Potters understand that the mystery is chasing them. Naturally, Dumbledore was a tireless opponent of the Mysteries, and he had many capable spies. One of the spies told Dumbledore about it, and Dumbledore immediately told Jaime and Lily. He advised them to hide. Dumbledore told them that their best chance was the curse of Courageous Loyalty. ”

"How does that thing work?" asked Ms. Rosmerta, breathless from interest. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.

"Very complex spells," he squeaked and shrieked, "involving the use of magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. This secret is hidden in the heart of the chosen person, or the person who keeps it secret, and it is impossible to discover it from now on, unless, of course, the person who keeps it knowingly. As long as the secret refuses to speak, the mystery man will search the village where the Potters have lived for many years, and I will never find them, even if he flattens his nose on the glass window outside the couple's living room!"

"So Black is the Potters' secret?" (To be continued.) )