Chapter 203 Secret Keeper
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Tver finally knew why Ms. Rosmerta was so popular in the magical world.
Passionate but reserved, beautiful but not gaudy, everyone is happy to stay with her for a while.
At least Minister Fudge warmly invited the bar owner to chat with him.
Soon, Ms. Rosmerta herself came over with their drinks and sat next to Tver.
"I wonder what kind of wind brought you here, Minister? And of course, our handsome little professor?"
Tver smiled politely.
"Of course I heard that there is a beautiful bar here in Hogsmeade, and there is an even more beautiful owner in the bar."
"Indeed, Tver just likes to stay in school. It would be great to come out and sit here." Hagrid smiled heartily.
"Yeah, if it were a handsome guy like Tver instead of a dementor, my bar business wouldn't be so bad."
Ms. Rosmerta pointed at the little witches pushing and shoving outside the bar. They pointed at Tver vaguely and smiled shyly.
"..."
"Ahem, you have to understand, my dear, after all, Blake is still outside..."
Fudge's fat body twisted in his seat and checked that there was no other movement around him.
Then he leaned down and whispered: "I wonder if you have heard of what happened at Hogwarts on Halloween."
"Know more or less." Ms. Rosmerta winked at Hagrid.
Clearly, the gamekeeper had once again gone out of his way to keep a secret—and once it wasn't a secret, it didn't need to be.
"So, you think Blake is still around?"
Fudge sat up straight.
"It's not that I think it is, but it's obvious that it's in this area."
"Delix has found some traces, but it's a pity. It would be nice if dementors could be sent into the castle to search."
"Dumbledore won't allow it." Ms. Rosmerta opened her rosy mouth in surprise.
"We won't allow it either." Professor McGonagall took a cold sip of her violet water.
Fudge smiled sarcastically.
"Minerva, the dementors are here to protect everyone. Sometimes I feel that some of Hogwarts' concepts may not be so advanced anymore..."
The professors ignored him now, clinking glasses and drinking their own wine.
Ms. Rosmerta quickly patted Fudge's arm reassuringly.
Even she didn't like Dementors, and she didn't think Hogwarts' philosophy was lagging behind.
"Those dementors were so terrifying, but how did Black persevere? He stayed in Azkaban..."
At the bottom of the stairs, Fudge said quickly: "12 years, exactly 12 years."
"A few days before escaping from Azkaban, he spent the whole day talking about his time in Hogwarts and his time in Hogwarts."
"Probably he wants to complete the final mission. After all, his master is a mysterious man and betrayed his good friend. Who knows how abnormal his psychology is? How dare he do such a thing..."
"Right, Minerva?"
Professor McGonagall didn't want the relationship between the school and the Ministry of Magic to become tense, so she put down her wine glass as she was talking.
"No need to tell Hagrid, you should still remember what happened to Black and the others in school, right?"
"Of course, Sirius Black and James Potter!" Ms. Rosmerta blurted out. "They are inseparable and so close that if they didn't look alike, I would have thought they were brothers."
"Closer than brothers. Except for the Weasley twins, I have never seen a closer companion than them." Professor Flitwick interjected.
Professor McGonagall sighed and fell into memories.
"Yes, when James and Lily got married, Blake was the best man. He was even Harry's godfather!"
"None of us even dared say that to Harry."
"Because Black is a subordinate of the mysterious man?" Ms. Rosmerta asked softly.
"No, it's much scarier than that."
Fudge leaned forward again and whispered in a terrifying tone.
"At that time, mysterious people were chasing the Potters. In order to protect them, Dumbledore very cleverly hid them in advance."
"But that's obviously not enough. After all, the opponent is a mysterious man."
"So they used an ancient spell - the Loyalty Charm!"
"As long as the secret keeper doesn't leak the secret, even if the mysterious person puts his nose to the window, he won't be able to see them."
"At first, Potter wanted Black to be the Secret Keeper, but Dumbledore wanted to take on the task himself."
"Because at that time Dumbledore thought they had spies around them and provided a lot of information about us to the mysterious people." Professor McGonagall said gloomily.
Seeing that Professor McGonagall was unwilling to continue, Fudge took over.
"But Potter insisted on using Black, and everyone knew the result. Within a week, the house was found by the mysterious man."
"Fortunately, Harry survived, but he is the only one who survived. Of course, if you still regard Black as his godfather, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Ms. Rosmerta quickly comforted them: "It doesn't matter, wasn't Blake also caught later?"
"It would be great if we really caught him."
Fudge shook his head, "Peter Pettigrew caught him."
"I know, it's the little follower who always follows them, right?" Ms. Rosmerta said in surprise.
"Yes, he has always been timid. I don't know where he got the courage to dare to chase Blake."
"Maybe that's what Gryffindor is, always cheering up its friends."
"Even if he was blown to pieces by Blake, it was so terrible. The whole street was destroyed by him, leaving only Blake laughing on the spot."
"As for Peter Pettigrew, we searched for a long time and could only find a small finger."
Fudge's words were suddenly interrupted. He only heard the sound of Hagrid blowing his nose hard, and the other people's expressions didn't look much better either.
Except Twil, who chuckled and took a sip of his own mead.
"What, do you have any ideas, little professor?" Ms. Rosmerta blinked her tearful eyes curiously.
"Nothing, I do think he has courage, in every aspect."
Tweel did not name him directly, so everyone thought he was talking about Peter Pettigrew, so they all agreed and fell into sadness again.
But in reality, he was referring to Blake.
He was able to endure 12 years in Azkaban, and when he learned that his enemy was still alive, he had to escape to Hogwarts even if he was eating scraps.
This kind of courage is indeed not something ordinary people can possess.
As for Peter Pettigrew, just as Tweel said when he first watched the sorting ceremony, this is the limitation of the Sorting Hat.
Unless, of course, Peter Pettigrew really has an undiscovered courage in his heart.
Thinking of this, Tver stared deeply at the crystal wine shaking in the cup.
It seems as if it contains the human heart...
Passionate but reserved, beautiful but not gaudy, everyone is happy to stay with her for a while.
At least Minister Fudge warmly invited the bar owner to chat with him.
Soon, Ms. Rosmerta herself came over with their drinks and sat next to Tver.
"I wonder what kind of wind brought you here, Minister? And of course, our handsome little professor?"
Tver smiled politely.
"Of course I heard that there is a beautiful bar here in Hogsmeade, and there is an even more beautiful owner in the bar."
"Indeed, Tver just likes to stay in school. It would be great to come out and sit here." Hagrid smiled heartily.
"Yeah, if it were a handsome guy like Tver instead of a dementor, my bar business wouldn't be so bad."
Ms. Rosmerta pointed at the little witches pushing and shoving outside the bar. They pointed at Tver vaguely and smiled shyly.
"..."
"Ahem, you have to understand, my dear, after all, Blake is still outside..."
Fudge's fat body twisted in his seat and checked that there was no other movement around him.
Then he leaned down and whispered: "I wonder if you have heard of what happened at Hogwarts on Halloween."
"Know more or less." Ms. Rosmerta winked at Hagrid.
Clearly, the gamekeeper had once again gone out of his way to keep a secret—and once it wasn't a secret, it didn't need to be.
"So, you think Blake is still around?"
Fudge sat up straight.
"It's not that I think it is, but it's obvious that it's in this area."
"Delix has found some traces, but it's a pity. It would be nice if dementors could be sent into the castle to search."
"Dumbledore won't allow it." Ms. Rosmerta opened her rosy mouth in surprise.
"We won't allow it either." Professor McGonagall took a cold sip of her violet water.
Fudge smiled sarcastically.
"Minerva, the dementors are here to protect everyone. Sometimes I feel that some of Hogwarts' concepts may not be so advanced anymore..."
The professors ignored him now, clinking glasses and drinking their own wine.
Ms. Rosmerta quickly patted Fudge's arm reassuringly.
Even she didn't like Dementors, and she didn't think Hogwarts' philosophy was lagging behind.
"Those dementors were so terrifying, but how did Black persevere? He stayed in Azkaban..."
At the bottom of the stairs, Fudge said quickly: "12 years, exactly 12 years."
"A few days before escaping from Azkaban, he spent the whole day talking about his time in Hogwarts and his time in Hogwarts."
"Probably he wants to complete the final mission. After all, his master is a mysterious man and betrayed his good friend. Who knows how abnormal his psychology is? How dare he do such a thing..."
"Right, Minerva?"
Professor McGonagall didn't want the relationship between the school and the Ministry of Magic to become tense, so she put down her wine glass as she was talking.
"No need to tell Hagrid, you should still remember what happened to Black and the others in school, right?"
"Of course, Sirius Black and James Potter!" Ms. Rosmerta blurted out. "They are inseparable and so close that if they didn't look alike, I would have thought they were brothers."
"Closer than brothers. Except for the Weasley twins, I have never seen a closer companion than them." Professor Flitwick interjected.
Professor McGonagall sighed and fell into memories.
"Yes, when James and Lily got married, Blake was the best man. He was even Harry's godfather!"
"None of us even dared say that to Harry."
"Because Black is a subordinate of the mysterious man?" Ms. Rosmerta asked softly.
"No, it's much scarier than that."
Fudge leaned forward again and whispered in a terrifying tone.
"At that time, mysterious people were chasing the Potters. In order to protect them, Dumbledore very cleverly hid them in advance."
"But that's obviously not enough. After all, the opponent is a mysterious man."
"So they used an ancient spell - the Loyalty Charm!"
"As long as the secret keeper doesn't leak the secret, even if the mysterious person puts his nose to the window, he won't be able to see them."
"At first, Potter wanted Black to be the Secret Keeper, but Dumbledore wanted to take on the task himself."
"Because at that time Dumbledore thought they had spies around them and provided a lot of information about us to the mysterious people." Professor McGonagall said gloomily.
Seeing that Professor McGonagall was unwilling to continue, Fudge took over.
"But Potter insisted on using Black, and everyone knew the result. Within a week, the house was found by the mysterious man."
"Fortunately, Harry survived, but he is the only one who survived. Of course, if you still regard Black as his godfather, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Ms. Rosmerta quickly comforted them: "It doesn't matter, wasn't Blake also caught later?"
"It would be great if we really caught him."
Fudge shook his head, "Peter Pettigrew caught him."
"I know, it's the little follower who always follows them, right?" Ms. Rosmerta said in surprise.
"Yes, he has always been timid. I don't know where he got the courage to dare to chase Blake."
"Maybe that's what Gryffindor is, always cheering up its friends."
"Even if he was blown to pieces by Blake, it was so terrible. The whole street was destroyed by him, leaving only Blake laughing on the spot."
"As for Peter Pettigrew, we searched for a long time and could only find a small finger."
Fudge's words were suddenly interrupted. He only heard the sound of Hagrid blowing his nose hard, and the other people's expressions didn't look much better either.
Except Twil, who chuckled and took a sip of his own mead.
"What, do you have any ideas, little professor?" Ms. Rosmerta blinked her tearful eyes curiously.
"Nothing, I do think he has courage, in every aspect."
Tweel did not name him directly, so everyone thought he was talking about Peter Pettigrew, so they all agreed and fell into sadness again.
But in reality, he was referring to Blake.
He was able to endure 12 years in Azkaban, and when he learned that his enemy was still alive, he had to escape to Hogwarts even if he was eating scraps.
This kind of courage is indeed not something ordinary people can possess.
As for Peter Pettigrew, just as Tweel said when he first watched the sorting ceremony, this is the limitation of the Sorting Hat.
Unless, of course, Peter Pettigrew really has an undiscovered courage in his heart.
Thinking of this, Tver stared deeply at the crystal wine shaking in the cup.
It seems as if it contains the human heart...
