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"Would you like some special chocolate, Parvati?" said Silver.

"Let me see, Hermione had to give up this Hogsmeade trip to finish her paper. Padma had caught a severe cold from the evening and was still recuperating with Madam Pomfrey. I'll have to bring their share. Parvati said as he glanced at the counter.

Duke Honey was packed with Hogwarts students. Parvati had to squeeze through the crowd to see all sorts of sweets. The store has a fork of shelf and a shelf filled with the most intriguing sweets imaginable. Large chunks of creamy peanut candy, shimmering pieces of pink coconut sorbet, hundreds of chocolates of all kinds neatly arranged, a large bucket of flavored beans, a bucket of sizzling bee candy, sherbet drinks floating in the air, and along another wall are a variety of candies with "special effects": Bubble Gum (which fills the room with blue bellflower-colored bubbles that won't burst for days), bizarre fragmented hairy mints, tiny black pepper little urchins (" Spit fire out of your nose for your friend!") , Ice Mouse ("Hear your teeth chattering and creaking!") , creamy mints shaped like toads ("It's really going to beat in the stomach!") , crunchy sugar quill and exploding sandwich candy.

"Okay, how long are you going to pick so long. Silver chuckled. "There are at least hundreds of kinds of candy in Duke Bee's shop, and there are so many people now, you can't pick one until tomorrow, leave it to me." ”

Silver nimbly squeezed through the crowd and made his way to the counter. "Mrs. Smith, your shop is as prosperous as ever. ”

A middle-aged witch who looked busy and anxious looked like she had seen some treasure.

"Ah, this isn't little Jack. Mrs. Smith said in an exaggerated tone. "Are you going to pick candy with your little girlfriend?"

"Mrs. Smith, don't make fun of me. I'm going to buy a candy pack for four people, and it has to be the most delicious and unique candy in Duke Bee's shop. ”

"Okay, okay. Mrs. Smith's eyes narrowed into a line, "Thirty-six Galleons, a candy gift package for four." ”

"Mrs. Smith, your candy pack is getting more expensive. ”

"You can't say that, little Jack, the candy pack is definitely worth the money—who's it!" exclaimed Mrs. Smith suddenly. Behind Mrs. Smith, there was a crashing sound from a large wooden crate.

"What's wrong? Mrs. Smith?"

"Maybe it's a cat, they've been a little cautious lately, and the people of Blake and the Dementors are terrified. No one can do business in peace. Mrs. Smith walked over to the crate and took a closer look, then turned to Silver and said.

"Yes, there will always be something unexpected that will come and disrupt our lives. Silver said nonchalantly, his eyes still fixed around the large wooden crate, as if there was an invisible man there.

"Hostess, we want some jelly slugs. ”

Mrs. Smith replied and said to Silver, "I'm so busy right now, little Jack, the candy pack will be delivered to school for you, don't worry." Then the Smith turned to the back and went to fetch the jelly slug.

"But Mrs. Smith, I haven't given you my money yet. ”

"I'll give it to you next time, little Jack, I'm a regular anyway. ”

Silver had to smile and pull Parvati out of Duke Bee's candy shop.

It was a heavy snowstorm outside, and Parvati wrapped her cloak tightly and kept her head down to keep her head at bay from the cold wind.

Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card: small huts and shops are covered with crunchy snow, wreaths of holly are tied on the doors of houses, and enchanted candles hang in strings from the trees.

Silver breathed hot at his hands. "Parvati, it's too cold, let's go and drink some butterbeer on three broomsticks. Parvati nodded in agreement. So they crossed the street, and after a few minutes, they entered the little inn. It was crowded, noisy, warm and smoky, and a woman with a graceful figure and a pleasing face tended to a gang of noisy wizards at the bar. "I'm going to buy wine and some bits and pieces, you find a seat first. ”

"Beautiful and charming lady Rosmerta, we needed four bottles of Butterbeer......"

Parvati and Silver sat at a small table between a window and a beautiful Christmas tree, which was very warm near the fireplace. They drank steaming hot butterbeer to drive away the chill from their bodies.

Suddenly, a breeze blew over his head, and the door of the three brooms opened again.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the tavern in a snowflake, followed by Hagrid, who was having a lively conversation with a dignified man in a dull green-bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak, none other than Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

"A small glass of canyon water—"

"Mine. Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pints of mead—"

"Thanks, Rosmerta. Hagrid said.

"A serving of sherry juice soda with ice and snails—"

"Meet!" 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?

"Okay. Thank you, Minister. ”

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

Fudge's stout lower body squirmed in his chair, as if to check to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Then he said quietly, "What else could happen but Sirius Black, my dear? I dare say you've heard about Halloween's Eve at school?"

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

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

"Do you think Blake is still in this area, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"Definitely. Fudge said briefly.

"Did you know that the Dementors have searched my tavern twice?" Ms. Rosmerta said, with a slight edge in her voice. "Scared my customers away. It's not good for business, 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 by 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!" The diminutive Professor Flitwick screamed, his feet dangling there, a foot off the ground.

"Honestly, Minister, I thought you would learn some lessons from the last two Dementor attacks on innocent students. Silver came to Fudge's table with a butterbeer. "Hello Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Hagrid, and Miss Rosmerta. ”

"Jack!" Fudge exclaimed in surprise.

"Minister, it seems that you are surprised to see me. I warned you at the beginning that the Dementors are unreliable, and I'm afraid that some of our students might be sucked out of their souls by these abominable Dementors before we can rely on them to catch Black. ”

Fudge looked a little nervous. "Well, the previous accident was just an accident—"

"But the public won't accept the idea of surprise. Silver said calmly. "I think you should be clear about where our side stands—the Dementors are spiraling out of control, and they're multiplying. There were only 24 Dementors at the beginning of the school year, but now there are over 100 of them, and with your current staff at Hogwarts, you can't control them. Hogwarts has a special environment around which Dementors can be strong and multiply. The last time a Dementor broke into a Quidditch pitch without heeding the ban, nearly killing someone. If something happens again, it will be very detrimental to your political prospects. ”

There was an embarrassing silence.

"But Jack, you know, now that things are here, even if I withdraw the Dementors, I'll be—"

"There's going to be criticism of you, too, right? Silver sat down and took a sip of his beer. "I just want to get your permission so that the teachers and students of the school can completely decontaminate these unclean creatures in case of an emergency. ”

"That's fine. Fudge breathed a sigh of relief. "Even if you don't bring it up, if the Dementors attack the students again, the Ministry of Magic won't be relentless. But I hope you can understand, after all, this is a special time. ”

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