Chapter 113: Hermione's knowledge

Christmas is coming, Hermione decided to take this opportunity to go to Hogsmeade to relax,
She thinks that she has sorted out her mood, it is impossible for some reason to never set foot here, right?
She has also kept up with many of the lessons brought by the time converter. After enough study, it is necessary to treat yourself. "Hunting Ω text "web WΩW. LieWen. CC
She recalled that she seemed to have gone to the Duke of Honey Duck Shop for the first time. She hadn't been to other places in Hogsmead, so the village is still quite new to her now.
There was heavy snow outside. She wore a brown and yellow striped knitted scarf around her neck. She wore a plush crimson hat on her head. She wore a thick coat and walked slowly. The snow covered the ground left his own footprints.
The street is very lively. Even on such a cold day, the enthusiasm of students and residents has not been dissipated. The Christmas atmosphere is very strong. Many shops have even placed Christmas trees at their doorsteps. In front of the door was also filled with garlands of holly, and enchanted candles were hung in a string on the tree.
Hermione looked at everything in front of her with curiosity. The customs of the wizard's village were revealed in front of her. A choir of short wizards with pointed hats sang loudly on the street and wandered around on the ox. The tall witches made her compare with where she used to live.
There was a sudden violent snow storm, that is, Hermione's hands had been put on gloves, she still felt frozen, so she kept breathing on her hands, her eyes kept searching for a rest, to provide her A warm place.
"Three broom bars?" She glanced up at the signboard and pushed the door in, with a little tension and excitement in her mind. In her mind, the bar is still a place not suitable for minors.
Compared to the chill brought by the wind and snow outside, this place is obviously much warmer. Many witches are sitting at the wine table, ordering a drink, some drink by themselves, and some are talking hotly, even For some anecdotal rumors, the argument was blushing and red ears. At this time, a woman with a good face and a graceful figure would appear to appease the ambivalent atmosphere.
When Hermione was about to find a place to sit down and order a drink suitable for her age, she saw someone she absolutely didn't want to see now.
Ron, he is sitting at a small wine table, blushingly looking at the busy lady boss.
"It's a mistake to walk into this room." Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed the bar door open again.
She decided to go to the Duke of Honey and buy some sweets to bring back to her parents. She still remembered that her parents were very satisfied with the mints here.
Then she met Harry here.
"Are you going to find him? Then you go," said Hermione.
"I don't know the way, and their map is gone to Hogsmeade." Harry was a little embarrassed.
"Okay, I'll take you there." Hermione looked at Harry and sighed helplessly.
She wasn't very worried about Harry's safety now. Apart from those who saw the festive celebrations she saw, there were still many Aurors on tour, and it was just when she left the bar. She saw Professor McGonagall and several other familiar faces dig into the bar. Perhaps, except for Dumbledore's office, that bar is now the safest place.
Hermione put herself in Harry's perspective to think about it. He was indeed pitiful enough during this time, and it's okay to relax. It is impossible for him to sue him immediately?
"Have you brought the cloak?" she asked in a low voice, and then said: "The Mr. Moody is said to have gone to the Forbidden Forest to search, otherwise I will persuade you to go back now."
Harry nodded, but he still didn't tell the truth completely. He didn't know the road is the truth, but the location of this street certainly won't stop him. What he hopes more is to create and give good opportunities to his two good friends.
"Let's go out," she said.
Unfortunately, when they came to the hut, Ron was no longer there.
They walked in quickly from the old wooden door. Harry was wearing an invisibility cloak. Hermione tightened her collar to block her face as much as possible. She still hoped that she would make a good impression in front of her teacher.
"Two glasses of butter beer." She said to Mrs. Rosetta at the bar.
"Uh..." Rosmerta looked at her repeatedly, and her face was very tangled, and she didn't know if she should provide it to her. The girl gave her a serious shadow some time ago.
"Are you sure you can drink?" she asked cautiously.
"Hmm." Hermione nodded gently, trying to avoid attracting other people's attention, and at the same time wondering why she asked herself this question.
"Well, I hope you are telling the truth." Rosmerta said, and then handed two cups of steaming, foamy butter beer to Hermione.
"Please give me a small glass of canyon water."
Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly passed from behind Hermione, making Hermione's body tense.
"A sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails—" Professor Flitwick said, smashing his lips.
"I need a glass of red currant liqueur." Hermione couldn't tell the voice.
"Oh, okay, please wait." Rosmerta turned to respond to their order, and began to get busy again.
"Harry?"
Hermione walked to where they were sitting together, but now Harry was gone. Even though he was wearing an invisibility coat, he still had some candy bought from the Duke of Honey in his hand, but now he is nowhere to be seen.
"What are you doing over there?" Hermione said heartily. She saw a long-legged stool being dragged and heard the crunching sound due to friction with the ground, but there was no one around.
"It's really uncomfortable." Hermione shook her head and walked in the direction of Harry. He casually drew a stool from the wine table where no one was sitting, and sat next to Harry.
"Don't run around, Harry." Hermione's voice was very low. "Did you see Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick next to you?"
Harry didn't speak, and Hermione couldn't make him act now. He could only silently push the butter beer that had been slightly cold to the opposite side, and then watched the height of a full glass of wine slowly drop.
The sudden downward trend stopped.
Because Hermione heard the name "Black".
She seemed to understand why Harry was approaching here.
At this time Rosmerta had brought them the drink they ordered, and he was also holding a glass of light red wine in his hand, and found a free seat to sit down gently.
"What wind is blowing you here, Minister?" This was Rosmerta's voice.
"Don't call me Minister." Fudge twisted his sturdy body a little uncomfortably, and the feet under the table also changed a posture, and then said: "I guess I will step down completely one day."
While talking about him, he turned over a newspaper and pointed out several people in front of him about the reports that are now relevant to him. All the bad comments, saying that he was "mediocre and incompetent" were the lightest.
"Uh..." Professor McGonagall couldn't find anything to comfort him for a while, because the dementor's departure was indeed very popular.
Flivi just sat in a high chair, drinking his drink silently, not wanting to answer the call.
"I am clearly thinking of everyone's safety."
"It's really damn, it's all Black's jailbreak." Fudge hit the wine table in front of him with fists, causing waves of shaking. "It's been a mess since he escaped from prison..." Fudge said regretfully.
Did you know that I still can’t believe this,
Ms. Rosmerta said contemplatively,
Of all the people who have fallen into the heap of bad guys, Sirius Black is the one I didn’t expect to do.. I mean, I remember when he was a child at Hogwarts, if you told me at that time what he would look like, then I would say you drink too much. "
"Oh, he's been countless times worse than you think." Fudge's attitude is very blunt, and he hates the fugitive who seriously affected his political career.
"How close he was to Potter, like a brother." McGonagall sighed, remembering the two most mischievous ghosts.
"But this guy betrayed them. I thought Azkaban would be his final destination, but I didn't expect him to escape now."
Fudge began to talk eloquently, without even deliberately lowering his volume, from the initial brave faithful spell to the battle where Peter the Petty was killed by Blake, Professor McGonagall and Flitwick also added from time to time A few words, and Rosmerta sighed constantly.
"He's even the godfather of the poor child, my goodness, now he escaped and wanted to strike him." Fudge was excited, his neck stalks were flushed, but his shoulders were loosened again. "Now We can only count on our most elite Auror team to arrest him as soon as possible." He said with a little expectation, it seemed that this way he could restore his reputation of falling into the abyss.
"Connelly, if you still want to have dinner with Dumbledore and discuss the guarding of those Azkaban prisoners, then we should go back to the castle now." McGonagall reminded me of something and reminded him .
"Oh, I almost forgot." Fudge touched his head, and he looked out the window. "It's too early now, you go back first. Dumbledore should still be searching with our elite, Mr. Moody." The Forbidden Forest." Fudge looked at the drink he hadn't finished a little stunned, and then said off.
He still didn't want to communicate with Dumbledore. Even if he was forced to help, he wanted to delay for a while. The conversation between the two people was weak, not to mention that he owed Dumbledore a day ago. Great favors.
If there was a large-scale jailbreak incident at that time, he is not thinking about whether he can sit in this position now, but rather to find someone to defend him for his malfeasance.
Great grace is like a big hatred, even if he is not so, but facing Dumbledore will always make him feel uncomfortable.
"Okay, let's go back first."
A sound of glass colliding with wood came, and in the blink of an eye, only Fuji was left by the wine table.
"Harry." Hermione whispered, reaching out to grab him, but there was a complete air in front of her.
"He's not going to be stupid." Hermione's heart hung up, and she was even indignant when she heard these words. What would her parents do if she died because she was betrayed by the closest and most trusted person? Hermione did not dare to think deeply.
She asked herself if she knew such a truth, she might also be swept away by hatred, her reason would be swallowed by anger, and avenge her enemies.
Just when she was worried that Harry was doing something stupid and was about to step outside to pursue, a familiar voice came into her ear again.
"Uncle Fudge, long time no see, please allow me to say hello to my father." Hermione turned around and only saw Malfoy dressed in a light gray coat, standing at the wine table that everyone just talked about, followed Fudge greeted politely, and then casually removed a chair from the table and sat down gently.
"Oh, your father is okay." Fudge said.
"Daddy, he's fine." Malfoy nodded, and then turned his head: "But Uncle Foggy, your current situation is not too good." Malfoy looked at Foggy with a stern look, as if he meant something.
Fudge's face darkened in an instant, but he still maintained his unique style of politician, there was no reply.
"I heard that your men are starting to move around? Is your seat still stable?" Malfoy pressed harder, asking more and more sharp questions, and embarrassing Fudge.
He said sullenly: "I don't know when Lucius's son became so rude, and he was eager to laugh at his elders. I have to talk to him someday."
"Maybe you will need to make an appointment even when I meet my father. He will not waste time on some useless people."
"Ridiculous!" Fudge began to breathe quickly, patting the wine table in front of him, he was very angry, but the scene that Malfoy built for him was so real, UU reading www.uukanshu.com He still remembers how beautiful he was when he was in power, but his status became precarious in the blink of an eye. Look, now even a hairy kid dare to laugh at him in his face, he has not yet stepped down. It!
"What did Malfoy want to do?" Hermione ghostly retreated to the place where she had just stayed. For the first time, she remembered hearing such unscrupulous ridicule of someone, even nominally his elders.
"I'm just telling the truth." The horse shrugged, said indifferently, then turned and waved to the bar: "Mrs. Rosetta, please give me a glass of lemonade, thank you."
"Please believe my goodwill, the friendship between the Malfoy family and you will last forever!" After ordering, Malfoy reached out and handed a small piece of parchment to Fudge. The words on it were written in black ink. It's very small and dense, and Fudge couldn't see clearly for a while, just as he pulled his eyes closer to the parchment.
Malfoy spoke again, and this sentence was as good as a thunder burst in Fudge's ear.
"But I found a lot of news about Black, Uncle Foggy." Then Malfoy showed a mysterious smile and quietly looked at Foggy with a stupefied look. (To be continued.)