Chapter 225 You are lucky
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 225 You are lucky
The heavy snow like goose feathers fell like smoke and dust, shrouding the world in mist.
The cold north wind is as sharp as a knife. Whenever someone comes in and out, the cold wind poured into the bar from the door can cause people to scream in unison.
It was rare for Fudge to show the quality that a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic should have. Not to mention Professor Flitwick and Hagrid's inquiring about tricks, he kept his mouth shut and refused to reveal anything.
then why did you say it
Amosta rolled his eyes and thought in his heart, just to show off his superiority?
"I think you have heard the heart of the common people, Mr. Minister."
Politicians like Fudge, if you don't talk to him directly about the core issues, they are capable of chatting with you all day, Amosta doesn't want to spend the whole afternoon competing with Fudge on the "language art" , so, after the mysterious activity topic ended, he said straight to the point,
"Mr. Minister, I have heard from Headmaster Dumbledore that the Ministry of Magic has vowed to guarantee that those dementors will not break into Hogwarts and interfere with the normal study and life of young wizards unless they find Black. , well, but you see"
Amosta spread her hands innocently,
"The reality is always much worse than we expected."
"Yeah yeah--"
Under the gaze of several professors, Fudge subconsciously wanted to wipe his forehead, but when he raised his hand, he realized that he was not talking to Dumbledore, so he picked up the cup awkwardly and sipped Red currant rum in a glass to soothe the mood.
Oh well, another tough guy!
When putting down the cup, Fudge glanced secretly at Amosta's ancient and calm lavender eyes, and thought to himself. Those two previous experiences made Fudge mistakenly think that Amosta would be a friendly person to the Ministry of Magic. And the young wizard!
The negotiation on whether to keep the dementors is actually not complicated. The real appeal of Amosta and Professor McGonagall is very simple, that is to control the number of dementors and require those dementors to take turns. In this case, It can effectively prevent those dementors who are really hungry and panic and rush into Hogwarts to kill.
Fudge readily agreed to this.
The dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic were only one of the factors, and Amostar and his magical monitoring device also made him feel less anxious.
While they were discussing the topic of dementors, many students entered the room again, and the whole bar was noisy. Moreover, there seemed to be something wrong with the kettle on the fireplace shelf. There was a gust of hot water, and the water poured into the burning fire, making the whole bar smoky.
"Well, where is Dumbledore—"
After talking about the dementors, the remaining concern is Dumbledore's whereabouts.
"I can't answer that for you,"
Fudge, who was already a little drunk, couldn't speak very clearly, he muttered,
"Dumbledore wrote me a letter before he left Hogwarts, telling me that he needed to go out. After learning the news, I immediately went to him. He can't leave me alone. To deal with the endless questions at the International Confederation of Wizards!"
What Fudge is trying to hide is really curious. In addition to the reserved Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Hagrid are trying to find out again, and Fudge obviously knows that if he reveals anything here, probably, Tomorrow evening, the group of horse men in the Forbidden Forest could hear the wind, so he just smiled and chattered around, but he didn't want to say anything.
Amosta didn't join this topic, and at some point, his expression became a little weird, and he seemed a little absent-minded, his eyes were not on the people he was communicating with, but from time to time, he looked in a certain direction outside the door.
It seems that it is still necessary to let the dementors handle the school gate.
A while ago, he suddenly felt that Harry, who had been marked by himself, appeared in Hogsmeade and entered the range of his mark perception. He stayed in one place for a few minutes, and then rushed towards him quickly. When he got close to the three broomsticks, Amostar also sensed two familiar magic powers walking with him.
"Sorry, everyone—"
When Hagrid was beating around the bush and asking if it was possible to ask Fudge and the officials of the Hazardous Creatures Committee to say hello and ask them to spare Buckbeak, Amostar suddenly stood up and interrupted him,
"Ms. Rosmerta's tea is probably not very fresh, please allow me to leave for a while--"
With that said, he left his seat and walked quickly to the inner room.
Jingle Bell!
Accompanied by the rapid sound of wind chimes, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and two heads poked through the crack of the door quickly.
The lingering smoke made the already gloomy view of the bar even worse. While looking at everything around him with great interest, Harry tried his best to avoid bumping into the bustling crowd.
Unable to show their faces with much fanfare, the three of them chose a secluded spot that few would notice since it was between the window and a beautiful Christmas tree.
"It's so lively here!"
Harry was sitting next to Hermione as Ron went to get his drink, and said cheerfully, "I don't think anyone will notice me, don't you think, Hermione?"
"No way, Harry!"
Hermione said bluntly,
"You have taken a great risk. I will never let you take off the invisibility cloak."
"I didn't intend to, Hermione—"
Having been punctured, Harry said angrily, but immediately, his eyes were attracted by the steaming butterbeer on the table of several senior students next to him. This delicious drink Harry only drank once, that was last semester Fred and George got it for everyone the night they beat Infernal in Professor Brayne's class.
Two minutes later, Ron came back with three identical glasses of butter beer, but when he passed a certain location, his hurried footsteps suddenly stuttered, and his happy expression suddenly turned into panic.
"What's the matter, Ron?"
Staring at him all the time, Harry asked inexplicably.
"The professors are right there, Harry, get out of here and don't let yourself out!"
Harry's body was moving faster than his mind. Hearing the truth from Ron just now, his instinct had already driven him to slide down the stool, and because he couldn't see Harry's movements, Ron had been standing there stupidly. Then, use your body to block the sight that might be shot from that position.
"I said it before!"
Hermione lowered her voice and said angrily,
"I have a premonition that something might go wrong. Usually, when I feel this way, things are always pretty close!"
"Don't make such a fuss, Hermione—"
After sitting down, Ron's heart was no longer beating so fast, and he said nonchalantly, "They can't see Harry, can they?"
After receiving Ron's reminder, Hermione and Harry finally found the Minister of Magic and several professors who were not a few seats away from them. The head of Gryffindor House that Harry was most afraid of bumping into was also there.
"All I can say is that you're lucky, Harry."
Hermione took out her wand and whispered 'Apparition' to the Christmas tree, so that it could better block Harry's view under the table,
"You should be glad that Professor Brian is not here, your invisibility cloak 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 high-heeled shoes appeared in his sight. The owner of the shoes stepped on the pinstriped cloak dragged on the ground by the Minister of Magic, and said with a coquettish smile,
"Need more, Minister?"
"Then have some more, dear!"
Fudge, who was on top of his head, couldn't control the volume, "I just came back from Paris, and tomorrow I have to devote myself to endless work. It's rare that I have some free time."
"Great men are always so busy,"
said Madam Rosmerta, pouring Fudge another full glass,
"By the way, is there anything new at the Ministry. I mean, the hunt for Blake."
(End of this chapter)
The heavy snow like goose feathers fell like smoke and dust, shrouding the world in mist.
The cold north wind is as sharp as a knife. Whenever someone comes in and out, the cold wind poured into the bar from the door can cause people to scream in unison.
It was rare for Fudge to show the quality that a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic should have. Not to mention Professor Flitwick and Hagrid's inquiring about tricks, he kept his mouth shut and refused to reveal anything.
then why did you say it
Amosta rolled his eyes and thought in his heart, just to show off his superiority?
"I think you have heard the heart of the common people, Mr. Minister."
Politicians like Fudge, if you don't talk to him directly about the core issues, they are capable of chatting with you all day, Amosta doesn't want to spend the whole afternoon competing with Fudge on the "language art" , so, after the mysterious activity topic ended, he said straight to the point,
"Mr. Minister, I have heard from Headmaster Dumbledore that the Ministry of Magic has vowed to guarantee that those dementors will not break into Hogwarts and interfere with the normal study and life of young wizards unless they find Black. , well, but you see"
Amosta spread her hands innocently,
"The reality is always much worse than we expected."
"Yeah yeah--"
Under the gaze of several professors, Fudge subconsciously wanted to wipe his forehead, but when he raised his hand, he realized that he was not talking to Dumbledore, so he picked up the cup awkwardly and sipped Red currant rum in a glass to soothe the mood.
Oh well, another tough guy!
When putting down the cup, Fudge glanced secretly at Amosta's ancient and calm lavender eyes, and thought to himself. Those two previous experiences made Fudge mistakenly think that Amosta would be a friendly person to the Ministry of Magic. And the young wizard!
The negotiation on whether to keep the dementors is actually not complicated. The real appeal of Amosta and Professor McGonagall is very simple, that is to control the number of dementors and require those dementors to take turns. In this case, It can effectively prevent those dementors who are really hungry and panic and rush into Hogwarts to kill.
Fudge readily agreed to this.
The dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic were only one of the factors, and Amostar and his magical monitoring device also made him feel less anxious.
While they were discussing the topic of dementors, many students entered the room again, and the whole bar was noisy. Moreover, there seemed to be something wrong with the kettle on the fireplace shelf. There was a gust of hot water, and the water poured into the burning fire, making the whole bar smoky.
"Well, where is Dumbledore—"
After talking about the dementors, the remaining concern is Dumbledore's whereabouts.
"I can't answer that for you,"
Fudge, who was already a little drunk, couldn't speak very clearly, he muttered,
"Dumbledore wrote me a letter before he left Hogwarts, telling me that he needed to go out. After learning the news, I immediately went to him. He can't leave me alone. To deal with the endless questions at the International Confederation of Wizards!"
What Fudge is trying to hide is really curious. In addition to the reserved Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Hagrid are trying to find out again, and Fudge obviously knows that if he reveals anything here, probably, Tomorrow evening, the group of horse men in the Forbidden Forest could hear the wind, so he just smiled and chattered around, but he didn't want to say anything.
Amosta didn't join this topic, and at some point, his expression became a little weird, and he seemed a little absent-minded, his eyes were not on the people he was communicating with, but from time to time, he looked in a certain direction outside the door.
It seems that it is still necessary to let the dementors handle the school gate.
A while ago, he suddenly felt that Harry, who had been marked by himself, appeared in Hogsmeade and entered the range of his mark perception. He stayed in one place for a few minutes, and then rushed towards him quickly. When he got close to the three broomsticks, Amostar also sensed two familiar magic powers walking with him.
"Sorry, everyone—"
When Hagrid was beating around the bush and asking if it was possible to ask Fudge and the officials of the Hazardous Creatures Committee to say hello and ask them to spare Buckbeak, Amostar suddenly stood up and interrupted him,
"Ms. Rosmerta's tea is probably not very fresh, please allow me to leave for a while--"
With that said, he left his seat and walked quickly to the inner room.
Jingle Bell!
Accompanied by the rapid sound of wind chimes, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and two heads poked through the crack of the door quickly.
The lingering smoke made the already gloomy view of the bar even worse. While looking at everything around him with great interest, Harry tried his best to avoid bumping into the bustling crowd.
Unable to show their faces with much fanfare, the three of them chose a secluded spot that few would notice since it was between the window and a beautiful Christmas tree.
"It's so lively here!"
Harry was sitting next to Hermione as Ron went to get his drink, and said cheerfully, "I don't think anyone will notice me, don't you think, Hermione?"
"No way, Harry!"
Hermione said bluntly,
"You have taken a great risk. I will never let you take off the invisibility cloak."
"I didn't intend to, Hermione—"
Having been punctured, Harry said angrily, but immediately, his eyes were attracted by the steaming butterbeer on the table of several senior students next to him. This delicious drink Harry only drank once, that was last semester Fred and George got it for everyone the night they beat Infernal in Professor Brayne's class.
Two minutes later, Ron came back with three identical glasses of butter beer, but when he passed a certain location, his hurried footsteps suddenly stuttered, and his happy expression suddenly turned into panic.
"What's the matter, Ron?"
Staring at him all the time, Harry asked inexplicably.
"The professors are right there, Harry, get out of here and don't let yourself out!"
Harry's body was moving faster than his mind. Hearing the truth from Ron just now, his instinct had already driven him to slide down the stool, and because he couldn't see Harry's movements, Ron had been standing there stupidly. Then, use your body to block the sight that might be shot from that position.
"I said it before!"
Hermione lowered her voice and said angrily,
"I have a premonition that something might go wrong. Usually, when I feel this way, things are always pretty close!"
"Don't make such a fuss, Hermione—"
After sitting down, Ron's heart was no longer beating so fast, and he said nonchalantly, "They can't see Harry, can they?"
After receiving Ron's reminder, Hermione and Harry finally found the Minister of Magic and several professors who were not a few seats away from them. The head of Gryffindor House that Harry was most afraid of bumping into was also there.
"All I can say is that you're lucky, Harry."
Hermione took out her wand and whispered 'Apparition' to the Christmas tree, so that it could better block Harry's view under the table,
"You should be glad that Professor Brian is not here, your invisibility cloak 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 high-heeled shoes appeared in his sight. The owner of the shoes stepped on the pinstriped cloak dragged on the ground by the Minister of Magic, and said with a coquettish smile,
"Need more, Minister?"
"Then have some more, dear!"
Fudge, who was on top of his head, couldn't control the volume, "I just came back from Paris, and tomorrow I have to devote myself to endless work. It's rare that I have some free time."
"Great men are always so busy,"
said Madam Rosmerta, pouring Fudge another full glass,
"By the way, is there anything new at the Ministry. I mean, the hunt for Blake."
(End of this chapter)
