Compared to the quiet Mrs. Puddifoot's Tea House, this place is much more crowded and noisy. The freshly made butterbeer is still steaming and looks smoky.

The bar owner was a pretty woman with graceful curves, who was currently serving a group of noisy wizards at the bar.

"I'll get the drinks, you find a seat," Kyle said. "Hopefully we're not too late, there's never enough seating around here."

Connor walked behind the bar and found a small empty table between the window and a Christmas tree, next to the fireplace.

After a while, Kyle came over with a large tray floating behind him.

Two bottles of butterbeer, two plates of meat pies and a plate of freshly baked pine nut cookies filled the table.

Connor cut a piece of pie and put it into her mouth, then took a big sip of butterbeer, and immediately showed a look of satisfaction.

"I still like this after all..." she said vaguely.

"Me too." Kyle ate a pine nut cookie, then raised his glass and said, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!"

The two men clinked their glasses lightly.

Kyle took a big sip and seemed to warm up instantly.

This is still the best, but it would be even better if I could drink something else.

Just now Kyle wanted to order a cup of the signature drink here, Ogden Golden Honey Wine, but Ms. Rosmerta said that it contained whiskey and could not be sold to the little wizard, so she only gave him Butterbeer.

But this may be because there are more people here now. If it were normal times, Ms. Rosmerta's standards would not be so strict.

At least Fred and George bought mead from here, which also contained whiskey.

After putting down the cup, Kyle looked around and found many familiar faces here.

For example, behind the Christmas tree, there were Harry, Hermione and Ron sitting.

They were completely blocked by the Christmas tree, with Harry sitting in the innermost part. If Hermione hadn't greeted them, Kyle might not have been able to see them.

Apparently Fred and George had given the map to Harry.

Just as I was thinking about it, a cold wind suddenly blew and the door of the Three Broomsticks opened.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick entered the pub in a blizzard, followed by Hagrid and the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

There was a clanging noise behind him, and it seemed that Ron and Hermione had pushed Harry under the table.

There were no empty tables in the bar. After recognizing Fudge, some wizards wanted to give up their seats immediately, but Fudge just smiled and waved his hand, saying that he was just an ordinary guest today and asked everyone to do as they pleased.

At this time, not far behind Kyle, two wizards hurriedly finished the wine in their glasses, then stood up naturally, paid the bill and left the bar.

Now there is a vacancy.

"How lucky! I thought I had to drink while standing." Fudge walked over with a smile, greeting different people along the way.

He even recognized Kyle.

"It's great to see you here, little Kyle." He said familiarly, "The youngest recipient of the Merlin Order badge is an amazing achievement. I still remember the scene of that day as if it happened yesterday."

"I remember this clearly as well, Mr. Minister," Kyle said.

"It's a pity that I can't present the award to you in person." Fudge smiled and said, "They invited me, but I think it's a school after all, so it's better to leave it to Dumbledore, the headmaster."

Behind Fudge, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.

Professor McGonagall always felt that she had seen this kind of excuse from a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...

After the few people sat down, Ms. Rosmerta walked over from the bar and skillfully told each of them what they liked.

Professor McGonagall's violet water... Hagrid's four pints of mead... Professor Flitwick's treacle and soda...

"Then yours is red currant rum, Minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta," said Fudge cheerfully. "It's good to see you again. Would you mind having one of your own? Just join us..."

Ms. Rosmerta happily agreed and went to the bar to get the drinks they needed.

Kyle wanted to listen to what they were talking about, but it was too noisy around them, and the tables were some distance apart, so he couldn't hear clearly.

I could only hear bits and pieces of... Sirius Black... Dementors... vile, filthy traitor... that sort of thing.

This is all thanks to Hagrid.

When he got angry, he couldn't control the volume of his voice, and almost half of the people in the bar could hear what he said.

And the topics they talked about always made Hagrid angry.

Especially after drinking a few glasses of wine, he got angry more often.

"Are they talking about Sirius Black?" Connor asked in a low voice, obviously having heard what Hagrid said.

"It's obvious." Kyle took a sip of butterbeer. "The only person who could get Fudge to come all the way to Hogsmeade before Christmas is Black."

"But why..." Kanna was puzzled, "Aren't there already Dementors here? Why did the Minister come here in person?"

"That's what I don't know." Kyle shook his head. "I think he probably came to see Professor Dumbledore, in order to allow the Dementors to enter the castle to search...

Today is Hogsmeade's visit day, there aren't many people in the castle, as long as we gather and protect the remaining students, the Dementors will be able to swagger into the castle."

"I'm sure the principal didn't agree." Kanna said without hesitation.

"Of course, otherwise Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick wouldn't have accompanied our Minister to the Three Broomsticks for a drink."

Kyle spread his hands, "But this is just my guess. Maybe Fudge came here just to check if the Dementors were lazy. This is also possible."

"The minister cares so much about Blake?" Kanna was a little surprised. "I've heard many people say that the minister prefers to attend various banquets."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Kyle ate a cookie.

"No one had ever escaped from Azkaban so blatantly before, and Sirius Black was the first.

The negative impact of this incident is too great. If it is not resolved quickly, people will think that he is incompetent as a minister."

…

"I met him. After Lily and James died, the boy was pale and trembling..."

At this time, Hagrid's roar was heard again from not far away.

"You know what I did? I comforted the traitor! I comforted him!"

…

(End of this chapter)