Chapter 140: Tines, bigfoot and wormtail

Matthew and Neville, following Hermione, climbed the hillside.
The weather is good, the breeze is breezy, and weeds grow on the hillside.
Compared with the noisy streets of Hogsmeade, this hillside looks very deserted, with almost no people visible.
But this is definitely good news for Matthew, so that no one can interrupt him eavesdropping on Slughorn’s conversation; as for Neville and Hermione, the two are in front of each other, giving Matthew a chance. ".
Matthew pressed the soft little ear that Hermione gave him to his ear
The sound of "tons, tons, tons" came from inside.
Horace Slughorn seemed to be drinking his favorite mead.
"Excellent, Rosmerta!" he said excitedly, "Today's mead seems to taste better than before."
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Rosmerta's voice rang: "Yes, Professor. This is Cherovina mead imported from Slovakia. It has not been opened before. You are the first person to enjoy him..."
"Yes, yes," Slughorn said with a smile, "I have to take a few bottles back to the office and enjoy them slowly...Speaking of which, you are really a little clever, Rosmerta, since you were a student, you Business acumen has always been great..."
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Listening, Matthew couldn't help frowning.
Mr. Rosemerta, the owner of the two broomsticks, seemed to be sitting next to Slughorn... They began to talk about the past and chat...
This made Matthew once thought that Miss Elaine Shafik had already left.
And on the other end--
"This girl is a first-year freshman. I don't seem to have seen it before. She is a little strange..." Rosmerta said suddenly.
"Yes," Slughorn introduced, "Little Shafik is only eleven this year."
"That's quite rare. I was appreciated by Professor Slughorn at a young age," Rosmerta complimented. "Miss Shafik, you must be limitless in the future... Come, try the mead, it tastes great !"
Elaine Shafik whispered a few words over there.
"How's the business going, Rosmerta?" Slughorn said comfortably over there.
It seemed that Mr. Rosmerta really handed over the business of the bar to his wife, and then stayed with them in Slughorn.
Matthew now only wants him to leave quickly...at least before Slughorn finishes drinking the mead.
"Don't mention it!" Mr. Rosmerta sighed, with an indescribable loneliness in his tone:
"Did you know that in the past month, those dementors have searched my bar three times... Many old customers can't bear it and are scared away by those monsters... This has a bad impact on business," Very bad... Today is the Hogwarts students who were allowed to come to Hogsmeade, so it seems that business is pretty good..."
It seems that although the dementors who guard all the main roads of the campus, although they are deterred by Grindelwald’s "sickness", they dare not enter the Hogwarts castle; but they still cannot settle down, they are eager to absorb wizards , Or the happiness in Muggles.
The two broomsticks, which are usually more lively places, have become the "hardest hit".
"It's a very time...hiccup..." Professor Slughorn burped a little embarrassingly. "Actually, I don't like those guys either. They always remind people of unpleasant things..."
"...And Longbottom told me that they were very annoyed at Grindelwald-because the principal would not let them into the castle..."
"I'm pouring you a glass," Rosmerta said suddenly. "However, this mead has a high degree."
"It's okay, I drink a lot... Although I usually force myself to drink at most one glass a day... But this mead tastes really great!" Slughorn said intermittently.
His voice sounded a bit drunk.
Then, there was a sound of running water.
"Dementors... they are here to defend everyone from more terrible threats... We all know that something extraordinary has happened to Azkaban..." Slughorn continued.
"I really don't understand," Mr. Rosmerta continued to sigh. "The appearance of three fugitives in Azkaban is indeed unheard of... But this is not the same as Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. What does it matter? The fugitives, no matter how stupid they are, will not dare to break into Hogwarts where Principal Grindelwald and Principal Rozier are!"
Matthew hurriedly raised his ears, because this was the question he had been wondering.
"Because you don't understand...you don't understand..." Slughorn said, his voice sounding a little hazy:
"Rosmerta, do you remember that incident fifteen years ago?"
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Fifteen years ago?
Matthew counted, that is, in 1977...Three years before Harry Potter was born...The original book was Severus Snape and the other class of students, when UU was reading www.uukanshu.com in seventh grade. .
"Fifteen years ago, a very remote thing; I am afraid I have forgotten it a long time ago." Mr. Rosmerta seemed to shook his head.
"No, you won't forget... Those students at Gryffindor College..." Slughorn suddenly lowered his voice:
"James Potter... Sirius Black... and Peter Perdiro..."
Fortunately, Neville stuck the buttons on the back of Slughorn's chair... so that Matthew could barely hear Slughorn's voice.
"When you said that, I remembered it!" Mr. Rosmerta said quickly:
"James Potter and Sirius Black, they like to come to me to drink butterbeer... It's so funny, fresh in my memory, two funny little guys, often make me laugh, just like playing a double... …"
"...Of course, and their good friend Peter Perdiro, the little fat boy, who often follows them like a scumbag...and James’ rival, Severus Snape, who used to be There was a fight in my bar...their gang, I still remember it!" Mr. Rosmerta's voice contained a memory.
Then, I became a little bit disappointed: "But afterwards, I never saw them... It should be graduated... They didn't come back to see..."
"No," Horace Slughorn whispered, "It's not graduated...The ostensible statement is that they were expelled from Hogwarts for their alleged research on extreme magic..."
"...In fact, they did a terrible thing at the beginning... and then were forced to escape from Hogwarts..." Professor Slughorn's voice became more and more serious:
"James, Sirius, and Peter, they fled for a few years, and then they were caught by the Aurors..."