He seemed much more reliable than Tonks.

At least for the first moment, he scanned the corners of the bar, paying attention to those suspicious people. He put his hands in his pockets, holding his wand tightly, ready to fight at any time.

"Nymphadora, would you like to introduce yourself?" The man came over with a low voice.

Tonks bared her teeth like Sirius: "Call me Tonks!"

She casually raised her hand, holding the glass, and extended it to the man, "This is Kingsley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, a very good Auror, and my teacher during my training."

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

Kingsley interrupted her in dissatisfaction: "It was not an accident, Nymphadora."

"Baldy, call me Tonks!" Tonks kicked him in dissatisfaction.

"Have you found the werewolf?" Harry asked him.

Kingsley looked at him and shook his head: "I suspect you have been deceived by Skeeter. There are no traces of werewolves here, at least I haven't found any."

"Would you like to sit down and have a drink to warm yourself up, or look for it later?" Harry invited him.

"Let's have a drink." He took a look at the whiskey on the table and his heart was moved, so he nodded in agreement.

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

Kingsley was startled.

This is not the bottle I want. I haven't had butterbeer since I became an adult.

"I..." He looked up.

"Mr. Shacklebolt, although you didn't find any werewolves." Sirius said with a straight face, serious and earnest, taking out the airs of a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, "Skeeter's information may also be false, but we can't really take it as false."

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

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

Kingsley pursed his lips, poured himself a glass of wine in silence, drank it in one gulp, and sighed: "Mr. Potter, are there only five of you?"

"Six." Harry pointed at Aberforth. "So is he."

Six...

This was not what he thought.

"The professors are not here? I heard that Professor Snape is studying lycanthropy with you?" Kingsley asked.

Harry shook his head. "Professor Snape studied lycanthropy because I was interested in it."

"The Order of the Phoenix also needs this thing to win over werewolves."

At this point, he paused and said, "But Greyback was arrested for Uncle Remus. Professor Snape would never do such a thing. He really wants Uncle Remus and the Godfather to die."

"Me too." Sirius took a big gulp of his butterbeer, which tasted like dragon's blood whiskey.

If Hogwarts didn't have Dumbledore and Harry.

Sirius could fight Snape several times a day!

"Professor McGonagall, where is Professor Flitwick?" Kingsley continued to ask.

"Of course you can call them." Harry looked at him, "But this is a private matter, and I think I can handle it."

"Private matter? Then call Tonks and the Ministry of Magic." Kingsley raised his eyebrows.

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

"And as a young wizard who hasn't even graduated yet, isn't it only natural for you to inform the Ministry of Magic if you hear any dangerous news?"

Personal matter?

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

"Now?" Tonks had just sat down, but when she heard Kingsley's words, she immediately stood up again without even having time to warm up her stool.

There's no point in staying here if I can't drink whiskey.

Kingsley let go of the cup and nodded vigorously.

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

Although……

On Christmas Eve, there was only a drunkard half-lying in the corner of the bar, and no other customers.

Walk to the door.

"How do we check, separately?" Kingsley asked.

Harry thought for a moment, "I'm taking Tonks, Hermione and Neville."

"You took Sirius and Ron."

"Search separately, and send a signal if you find anything."

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

Harry took a step and walked to the left.

Hogsmeade was very lively tonight, with crowds of people bustling about. There were huge Christmas trees planted in front of every shop, with exquisite gifts hung on them. There were some snacks hanging on the tree in front of Honeydukes, and passers-by were free to pick them.

There were some drinks hanging on the tree in front of the Three Broomsticks' door, and even two glasses of dragon's blood whiskey. On the top of the tree, they would occasionally turn into two fire dragons, fly around the Christmas tree and then fall back into the glasses. These were the most valuable things they had seen along the way.

But no one dared to take the two glasses of wine.

It was lively and there was no defense at all.

Strange-tasting beans are the most common.

Neville and Tonks picked a lot of them, put them in their arms, and ate them as they walked.

Until I passed by Zonko's Joke Shop.

Harry sniffed.

The stink of werewolf was unabashed and fresh.

He stopped and looked in the direction where the breath was spreading.

"Found it?" Hermione asked.

Tonks and Neville stopped peeling off the chocolate coating and looked at it too.

Harry nodded and crouched down.

In front of him was a piece of ground covered with floating snow. He reached out his hand and gently brushed away a layer of snow, revealing a fairly clear footprint: "It's the breath of werewolves, about four or five, passing by here, no more than half an hour at most."

"Bacon, candy, whiskey, butterbeer..."

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

Tonks was still an Auror after all, and she had some of the qualities an Auror should have: "Can you judge their number by the amount of food?"

"Aunt Tonks, I just have a more sensitive nose than most people." Harry stood up, expressionless, "This doesn't mean that I have supernatural powers and can judge weight by smell."

"Call me sister!" Tonks' eyes were dangerous, "There's not much difference in age between us."

"Besides, I should call Sirius uncle."

Harry glanced at her and said lightly: "But I always call Remus Uncle."

Checkmate!

Tonks opened her mouth, unable to speak, and grunted.

Just call me sister... I have the age advantage, but when I think of Remus, I feel sour.

But when I called her auntie, I felt that I suddenly became so old.

After a long silence, she flicked her wand in frustration and said, "Should I inform Kingsley now?"

Harry nodded.

She waved her wand, calling forth her Patronus, a lively rabbit that fluttered across the snow and half flew in Kingsley's direction.

soon.

Kingsley and Sirius and the others rushed over.

"So fast?" The bald senior Auror was not quite used to Harry's speed.

"This is Harry!" Ron, like Neville, held his arms full of snacks and raised his head proudly, "He's great!"

"You are very suitable to be an Auror." Kingsley praised.

Harry shook his head: "No, I have no interest in the Ministry of Magic."

"But Auror..." Kingsley wanted to try harder. No matter what, Scrimgeour would have to leave the Auror's office one day, and it wouldn't be long. Maybe one or two years? No more than three years.

When he leaves, Kingsley will become Head of the Auror Office.

Who doesn’t want to have a smart and strong general under his command?

"I've met many Aurors," Harry interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "but only three seem reliable: Professor Moody, Mr. Scrimgeour, and you, Mr. Shacklebolt. You seem to be fairly reliable at the moment."

Tonks waved her wand, threw a snowball at Harry, and said, "Harry, have you forgotten that your sister Tonks...your aunt Tonks is also an Auror?"

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

Kingsley nodded, "The Aurors need new blood."

"Cedric is excellent." Harry recommended him.

Kingsley smiled helplessly: "We have been in contact, but Mr. Diggory wants to become a professional Quidditch player."

"He is indeed very talented at Quidditch." Harry nodded.

Kingsley scratched his head. "You outstanding graduates never considered becoming Aurors. Percy is the same. We have invited him. What a pity."

"Let's go." Harry led the way. "Be careful. There are at least five werewolves."

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 try to stay on as a teacher, or even go back to get a normal degree, but Auror is obviously not in my life plan."

"What about Mr. Weasley?" Kingsley turned his head. "Your Weasley family are all outstanding. You all work in places related to the Ministry of Magic, like Arthur and Percy."

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

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

Kingsley glanced at Neville.

After some hesitation, I still didn't send out the invitation.

He didn't know why Harry chose to bring Neville along. He knew this Longbottom's only child. He was not a very good wizard. His grades were average. It was difficult for him to get into 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 person would be in Gryffindor, since Hufflepuff was clearly his best home.

They walked through the village and around the last Christmas tree.

In the distance are the wilderness, the college, the endless woods, the lonely bird calls, and the hares crawling rustling on the snow, which are isolated from the lively atmosphere of Hogsmeade.

Harry looked into the distance and stopped.

"A cave that was just dug. There are werewolves inside. There are quite a few of them." Harry used his witcher senses to sense the breath not far away, as well as the heat of the living creatures. "There are more than ten of them."