Goose-feathered snow falls, like smoke and dust, shrouding the world in fog.

The cold north wind was as cold as a knife, and whenever someone came in and out, the cold wind that poured into the bar from the door caused people to exclaim.

Fudge rarely showed the qualities of a high-ranking Ministry of Magic, let alone Professor Flitwick and Hagrid's inquiring about the tricks, and he was tight-lipped and refused to reveal anything.

So why are you saying it...

Amosta rolled her eyes and thought to herself, purely to show off a superior?

"I think you've heard the hearts of ordinary people, Mr. Minister."

Politicians like Fudge, if you don't talk to him about the core issues, they have the ability to idle with you all day, and Amosta doesn't want to spend the whole afternoon competing with Fudge in 'language arts', so, after the mysterious topic of the event is over, he gets straight to the point,

"Mr. Minister, I've heard Headmaster Dumbledore say that the Ministry of Magic has sworn that the Dementors won't trespass into Hogwarts and interfere with the normal study and life of young wizards without discovering Black, but you see..."

Amosta spread his hands with an innocent expression,

"The reality is always much worse than we expected."

"yes, yes--"

Under the watchful eyes of several professors, Fudge subconsciously wanted to wipe his head, but when his hand was raised, he realized that he was not talking to Dumbledore, so he awkwardly picked up the glass and took a sip of the red currant rum in the glass to ease his mood.

Oh, well, another tough guy!

As he put down the cup, Fudge glanced at Amosta's lilac eyes covertly, and thought in his heart... Those two experiences had led Fudge to think that Amosta would be a young wizard who was friendly to the Ministry of Magic!

Negotiations on whether or not to keep the Dementors weren't complicated, and the real demands of Amosta and Professor McGonagall were simple: to control the number of Dementors and to ask them to take shifts... This will effectively prevent the Dementors from rushing into Hogwarts to kill them when they are really hungry.

Fudge easily agreed.

The fact that the Dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic were only one factor, and Amosta and his magical surveillance device made him feel less anxious.

While they were talking about the Dementors, there were a lot of students in the room, and the whole bar was noisy, and the kettle on the mantelpiece shelf seemed to have something wrong, and they were holding their stomachs and coughing, and from the spout of the kettle was spewing hot water, which poured into the burning fire, making the whole bar smoky.

"Hmm, where's Dumbledore--"

After talking about the Dementors, the remaining question that makes people concerned is where Dumbledore went.

"I can't answer you,"

Fudge, who was already a little drunk, couldn't spit out too clearly, and he muttered,

"Dumbledore wrote me a letter before he left Hogwarts, telling me he needed to go out, and I found him as soon as I heard the news... He can't just leave me alone with all the endless problems at the International Confederation of Wizards! ”

Fudge's attempt to conceal things was so curious that Professor Flitwick and Hagrid began to think about it again, except for Professor McGonagall who was reserved, and Fudge obviously knew that if he confided a little bit here, probably, the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest would be able to hear the wind tomorrow evening, so he just laughed and rambled around, but he didn't want to say anything.

Amosta didn't join the conversation, and at some point, his expression became a little strange, and he looked a little absent-minded, his gaze not on the people in the area of exchange, but from time to time he skimmed in a certain direction outside the door.

It seems that it is still necessary to have the Dementors handle the school gates.

A moment earlier, he had suddenly felt Harry appear in Hogsmeade, and had entered the range of his own mark, and he stayed in one place for a few minutes, then hurried towards him, and when he got close to the three broomsticks, Amosta also sensed two familiar magic powers that were walking with him.

"I'm sorry, everybody—"

Hagrid was rounding around the bush to see if it was possible to ask Fudge and the officials of the Hazardous Biological Committee to say hello to Buckbeak when Amosta suddenly got up and interrupted him,

"Ms. Rosmerta's tea is probably not very fresh, please allow me to leave for a moment--"

With that, he left his seat and walked briskly inside...

Jingle bells!

With the sound of hurried wind chimes, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and two heads quickly poked in through the cracks.

The smoke made the already bleak view of the bar even worse, and Harry watched everything around him with interest, trying not to crash into the crowd.

Unable to show their faces in a big way, the three of them chose a secluded location, as it was located between the windows and a beautiful Christmas tree, so few people would notice it.

"It's so lively here!"

Ron went to get a drink, and Harry sat down next to Hermione, and said cheerfully, "I don't think anyone will notice me, what do you think, Hermione?" ”

"No way, Harry!"

Hermione said unceremoniously with a tiger face,

"You've taken a big risk, and I'm not going to let you take the Cloak off."

"I don't have that plan, Hermione--"

Harry smuttered, but then his eyes were drawn to the steaming butterbeer on the table of several seniors next to him, a delicious drink that Harry had only drunk once, and that Fred and George had brought to them the night they had defeated the Grim Ground in Professor Bryan's class last semester.

Two minutes later, Ron returned with three identical glasses of butterbeer, but, as he passed a certain spot, his hurried steps suddenly stumbled, and his expression of joy suddenly turned horrified.

"What's going on, Ron?"

Harry, who had been staring at him, asked inexplicably.

"The professors are there, Harry, hide and don't show your stuff!"

Harry's body was moving faster than his brain, and his instinct had driven him to slide down the stool as soon as he heard the truth from Ron, and because he couldn't see Harry's movements, Ron had been standing stupidly, using his body to block the view that might come from that position.

"I said it a long time ago!"

Hermione lowered her voice and said indignantly,

"I have a hunch that something might go wrong, and usually when I think so, things are always the same!"

"Don't make such a fuss, Hermione--"

By the time he sat down, Ron's heart was no longer pounding so fast, and he said nonchalantly, "They can't see Harry, can they?" ”

After getting Ron's hint, Hermione and Harry finally discovered that the Minister of Magic and the professors were not a few seats away from them... The head of the Gryffindor House, which Harry was most afraid of bumping into, was also there.

"All I can say is luck for you, Harry."

Hermione pulled out her wand and whispered 'Shapeshift' to the Christmas tree, so that it could better block Harry's view from the table below,

"You should be glad Professor Bryan isn't here, your cloak of invisibility can't hide his wonderful eyes!"

It's been a while since I've seen anything so exciting!

Harry thought so, and then a pair of shiny turquoise heels appeared in his vision, the owner of the shoes smiling coquettishly as he stepped on the pinstriped cloak that the Minister of Magic had dragged on the ground.

"Do you need more, Minister?"

"Then have some more, darling!"

Fudge couldn't control his voice, "I've just come back from Paris, and I'll have to work on it tomorrow... It's rare to have a little free time. ”

"The big guys are always so busy,"

Miss Rothmerta said, pouring Fudge another full glass of wine,

"Speaking of which, is there any new development in the ministry... I mean, in the pursuit of Blake..."

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