He looks much more reliable than Tonks.

At least for the first time, his eyes swept around the corner of the bar, keeping an eye out for suspicious people, hands in pockets, wand clenched, ready to fight.

"Nymphadora, don't you want to introduce me?" The man walked in a low voice.

Tonks bared his teeth like Sirius: "Call me Tonks!" ”

She casually raised her hand, held the wine glass, and held it towards the man: "This is Kingsley, Kingsley Shackle, a very good Auror, my teacher during my training. ”

"If it weren't for this accident, he would be the head of the Auror Office by now."

Kingsley interrupted her dissatisfiedly, "That's not an accident, Nymphadora. ”

"Bald, call me Tonks!" Tonks kicked him in displeasure.

"Did you find the werewolf?" Harry asked him.

Kingsley looked at him and shook his head, "I suspect you've been tricked by Skeeter, there's no sign of a werewolf here, at least I haven't found it." ”

"Sit down for a drink and warm up, or will you look for it later?" Harry extended an invitation to him.

"Let's have a drink." He looked at the whiskey on the table and nodded his head.

As soon as he sat down, he reached out to grab the bottle of wine, and with a bang, a bottle of butterbeer flew into his hand.

Kingsley was stunned.

That's not what I want, and I haven't drunk butterbeer since I was an adult.

"I," he looked up.

"Mr. Shackle, though you have not found a werewolf." Sirius grimaced, serious, and pulled out the shelf that a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor should have, "Skeeter may be giving fake news, but we can't really take it as fake. ”

"What if there really are, and there are a lot of werewolves?"

He raised his hand and pointed to his temple: "We need to make sure we have a clear brain." "Like, he really has a clear brain.

Kingsley pursed his lips, silently poured himself a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and sighed, "Mr. Potter, is it just the five of you?" ”

"Six." Harry pointed to Aberforth, "He too." ”

six

It wasn't what he thought.

"The professors didn't come? I heard that Professor Snape wasn't working with you on mad wolf? Kingsley asked.

Harry shook his head, "Professor Snape studied mad wolf because I was interested in it. ”

"The Order of the Phoenix needs to use this to win over werewolves as well."

Speaking of this, he paused, "But Greyback was captured for Uncle Remus, Professor Snape wouldn't do such a thing, he really wanted Uncle Remus and the Godfather to die." ”

"Me too." Sirius took a hard sip of butterbeer and drank the feeling of dragon's blood whiskey.

If it weren't for Hogwarts' Dumbledore and Harry's.

Sirius can fight with Snape several times a day!

"Professor McGonagall, what about Professor Flitwick?" Kingsley continued to ask.

"Of course you can call them." Harry looked at him, "But it's a private matter, and I feel like I'm capable of it." ”

"A private matter? Then you call Tonks, and the Ministry of Magic. Kingsley raised an eyebrow.

Harry glanced at Tonks, "It's a private matter for Tonks, too. ”

"And as a young wizard who hasn't graduated yet, isn't it a matter of course to hear the news of danger and notify the Ministry of Magic?"

Personal?

Kingsley finished another bottle of Butterbeer and smacked his lips, "Let's go now." ”

"Now?" Tonks sat down, and when he heard Kingsley's words, he immediately stood up again, and the stool was not hot.

Can't drink whiskey, there's no point in staying here.

Kingsley let go of his glass and nodded heavily.

Aberforth waved his hand impatiently at them: "You go, I won't go, there are still guests here." ”

though

On Christmas Eve, there was only one drunkard in the corner of the bar, and there were no other customers.

Walk to the door.

"How to check, separate or?" Kingsley asked.

Harry thought for a moment, "I took Tonks, Hermione, and Neville with me. ”

"You take Sirius and Ron with you."

"Check separately, and if you find something, you will send a signal."

Kingsley nodded, pointed his wand, picked a direction for himself, and turned to the right.

Harry stepped forward, heading to the left.

Hogsmeade was lively tonight, with a huge Christmas tree in front of every shop with beautiful gifts, and a few snacks hanging from the tree in front of Duke Honey's door, which were free for passers-by to pick.

On the tree at the door of the three broomsticks, there are still some drinks, and even two glasses of dragon's blood whiskey, at the top of the tree, from time to time, they turn into two fire dragons, fly around the Christmas tree and fall back into the glass, it is along the way, they see the most valuable things.

But no one dared to beat the idea of those two glasses of wine.

It's lively and unguarded.

Weird beans are the most.

Neville and Tonks both picked a lot of them, carried them in their arms, and walked and ate all the way.

Until passing by the Jokowi joke shop.

Harry sniffed.

The stench of werewolves, unabashed, and fresh.

He stopped, looking in the direction where the breath had spread.

"Found it?" Hermione spoke.

Tonks and Neville stopped picking at their chocolate coats and looked at each other.

Harry nodded, crouching down.

In front of him, there was a piece of ground covered by floating snow, stretched out his hand, gently flicked it, swept away a layer of snow, and revealed a fairly clear footprint: "It's the breath of a werewolf, about four or five, from here, no more than half an hour." ”

"Bacon, candy, whiskey, butterbeer."

"It seems that they also walked around and fetched a lot of food."

Tonks is still an Auror after all, and she has some qualities that an Auror should have: "Can you tell how many of them are by the amount of food?" ”

"Aunt Tonks, I just have a more sensitive nose than the average person." Harry stood up, expressionless, "That doesn't mean I can tell the weight by smell. ”

"Call me sister!" Tonks looked dangerous, "We're about the same age. ”

"And I should call Sirius Uncle too."

Harry glanced at her and said in an understatement, "But I've always called Uncle Remus." ”

Checkmate!

Tonks opened his mouth, unable to speak, and suffocated.

Call me my sister, I have an advantage in age, but when I think of Remus, my heart is sour.

can be called an aunt, and I feel that I have become so old and old all of a sudden.

After a long silence, she flicked her wand in frustration: "I inform Kingsley now?" ”

Harry nodded.

With a wave of her wand, she summoned her Patronus, a lively rabbit, fluttering in the snow, half-flying in the direction of Kingsley.

Soon.

Kingsley came with Sirius and they arrived.

"So fast?" The bald veteran Auror was a little uncomfortable with Harry's speed.

"This is Harry!" Ron, like Neville, held snacks in his arms and raised his head proudly, "He's excellent!" ”

"You're a good fit to be an Auror." Kingsley applauded.

Harry shook his head, "No, I'm not interested in the Ministry of Magic. ”

"But the Aurors" Kingsley still wants to try, no matter what, Scrimgeour will always leave the Auror office one day, and it will not be long, maybe a year, two years? It will not be more than three years at most.

After he leaves, Kingsley becomes the head of the Auror Office.

Who doesn't want to have a smart and strong general under them?

"I've seen many Aurors." Harry interrupted with a wave of his hand, "But there are only three that seem to be reliable, Professor Moody, Mr. Scrimthourge, and you, Mr. Shackle, who seem to be pretty reliable at the moment. ”

With a wave of his wand, Tonks pulled out a snowball and threw it at Harry, "Harry, have you forgotten, your Sister Tonks. Your Aunt Tonks is also an Auror. ”

"I haven't forgotten." Harry replied softly, tilting his head to dodge the sneak attack.

Kingsley nodded, "The Aurors need new blood." ”

"Cedric is excellent." Harry recommended it to him.

Kingsley smiled helplessly, "We've met, but Mr. Diggory wants to be a professional Quidditch player." ”

"He's really talented at Quidditch." Harry nodded.

Kingsley scratched his head: "You excellent graduates would never consider becoming an Auror, and so did Percy, and we also sent him an invitation, but it's a pity." ”

"Let's go." Harry led the way, "Be careful, werewolves have at least five heads. ”

Kingsley followed Harry's footsteps and extended an invitation to Hermione, "What about Miss Granger?" Would you consider an Auror? ”

Hermione shook her head, "I might go to the Ministry of Magic, maybe I'll try to stay on to teach, maybe even go back and get a degree from an ordinary person, but the Aurors obviously won't be in my life plan." ”

"What about Mr. Weasley?" Kingsley deflected his head, "You Weasleys are all very good, more or less all of you work in places related to the Ministry of Magic, like Arthur, like Percy. ”

Ron struggled, "Auror, that sounds good, I didn't actually think about what I'm going to do in the future."

"After all, I'm only in the fifth grade now, let me think about it."

Kingsley glanced at Neville.

Hesitantly, but still no invitation was issued.

He didn't know why Harry chose to bring Neville, he knew something about this only seedling of the Longbottom family, he was not a very good little wizard, his grades were very average, and it was difficult for him to be in the top ten in Gryffindor, let alone the whole school.

Most importantly, he is very timid and cowardly.

It was hard for him to understand why such a man would be Gryffindor, and it was clear that Hufflepuff was the best place for him.

They walked through the entrance to the village, bypassing the last Christmas tree.

In the distance, the wilderness, the academy, the endless woods, the lonely birdsong, and the rustling of hares crawling through the snow, were cut off from the lively atmosphere of Hogsmeade.

Harry looked into the distance and stopped.

"A crypt, just dug up, werewolves are inside, there are quite a few of them." Harry turned on the witcher's senses, feeling the breath not far away, and the heat of the lifeforms, "More than ten." ”

(End of chapter)