The village of Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card: huts and shops are covered in crunchy snow, wreaths of holly are tied up on the doors of every house, and enchanted candles hang in bunches from trees.

The students who walked the snowy streets of Hogsmeade wore thick cloaks, scarves, and hats.

Only a certain classmate surnamed Zhang, relying on his robe to provide heating, walked around the street wearing a robe.

In Duke Honey, Zhang Xu asked the boss again to come to the product catalog to scan the goods, selected a copy of each candy, and then entrusted the boss to package these candies and send them to Gabrielle at Christmas.

As for the unusual flavor of candy like a bloody lollipop, I can let Gabrielle share it with her classmates.

After wandering around the shops on both sides of the street, Zhang Xu decided to go to the Three Broomsticks Bar to have something to warm up.

In front of the Three Broomsticks Bar, Zhang Xu met a team of acquaintances.

A dignified man in a dull yellow-green bowler hat and a thin cloak was talking to Hagrid, flanked by Professor McGonagall and Flitwick.

"Hello, Mr. Minister."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Zhang."

After Professor McGonagall introduced the two, Zhang Xu and Fudge shook hands and said hello.

The door of the snowy bar was obviously not a place to chat, so everyone walked into the bar together and found a table and sat down.

"A small glass of canyon water—"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall said.

"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.

"Sprite '82—"

"Thank you, Ms. Rosmerta." Zhang Xu thanked the charming boss lady in front of him.

"Then yours is the redcurrant sugar wine, Minister."

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

"Okay. Thank you, Minister. Rosmerta found a chair and sat down beside Fudge.

Zhang Xu listened as Rosmerta complained to Fudge about the Dementors affecting his bar's business, and remembered a famous singing passage from the model play.

"Laugh when you meet, and don't think about it later"

Perhaps this ability to laugh when meeting is a necessary skill for the owners of bars and teahouses.

"Rothmerta, my dear, I'm just like you, and I don't like them either." Fudge said uneasily, "Necessary precautions. But you're right, I've just met a few more. 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, "and these horrible things are floating around, how are we going to teach?"

"yes, yes!" Professor Flitwick, who was diminutive, screamed.

"Mr. Minister," Zhang Xu said to Fudge after thinking for a moment, "why don't you arrange for me to talk to the Dementors today, maybe I can get them to give up their plans to enter the castle." ”

The people around the wine table looked at Zhang Xu in surprise, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

"Mr. Zhang, Dementors are hard to deal with." "They're very stubborn and won't listen to anyone's persuasion. ”

"Let's give it a try, maybe my method will succeed." Zhang Xu said with a smile.

Several Hogwarts professors were silent after listening to Zhang Xu's words, and they had a kind of mysterious trust in Zhang Xu, a student who often had a big brain and a hula hoop around his neck, because he could always do things that other wizards couldn't think of, and he could do things well every time. At this point, even Hagrid, who has been at odds with Zhang Xu, has to admit it.

Rosmerta stared at the student who had been hearing about his miraculous deeds from other students lately, as if she wanted to see through him.

Fudge thought for a moment, then nodded his head in agreement.

The conversation at the wine table turned back to the prison escape Blake.

"I think Harry should come and hear about it." Zhang Xu once again left the table speechless.

"It's not good for Potter." Professor McGonagall said to Zhang Xu.

"It's up to Harry to decide if it's okay, Professor McGonagall." Zhang Xu said to Professor McGonagall, "Harry is not a child who is pampered in a greenhouse, he has his own thoughts and judgments. In the case of Blake, I think Harry also has the right to know. And Harry already knew a lot about Blake from Professor Scarlett and Professor Lupin. Harry is now at the age of rebellion, and if we don't tell him anything, when he learns about it from somewhere else, he thinks we're hiding it from him for some purpose, and then he'll act on our own. We shouldn't ignore his courage as a Gryffindor, and if he had used that courage to seek revenge on Blake, I'm afraid things would have gotten worse. Harry has a lot of friends around him now, and if he knows everything, then he will discuss it with everyone, and if Harry has any adventurous thoughts, they will also dispel his thoughts. If he really needed to act, then everyone would help him, and it would be many times better than if he were alone to find Blake. ”

Zhang Xu stared at Professor McGonagall without flinching.

Professor McGonagall was obviously frightened by Zhang Xu's assumption that Harry would go to Blake alone to fight him, but finally nodded.

Zhang Xu saw Professor McGonagall nodding, turned back to the Christmas tree behind him, and said, "So, Harry, you can come and listen to it too." ”

Under the astonished eyes of Professor McGonagall and the others, Harry stepped out from behind the Christmas tree.

Looking at Harry's determined eyes, Professor McGonagall said to him, "You must promise me one thing first, Potter. In any case, you can't go to Blake on your own. ”

"I promise you, Professor McGonagall." Harry said.

"Zhang, I don't see at all that you're at the same age of rebellion as Harry," Flitwick said, "and a lot of times I think you're more of an adult. ”

"I think I've been rebellious enough, Professor Flitwick." Zhang Xu smiled and said, "No one in the Ministry of Magic dares to talk to you in the same tone as I just did, Mr. Minister." ”

Fudge, who was pulled into the water, could only hehe.

After this interruption, the tense atmosphere between Zhang Xu and Professor McGonagall just now has dissipated.