Chapter 754: Big Straight Man Sirius
Sirius has been living in the Broken Axe recently, and his purpose of returning to Hogwarts this time is not simple.
He couldn't stand the various activities arranged by the Ministry of Magic anymore, so he returned to school to seek refuge.
The Hog's Head Inn, Hogsmeade.
Sirius, who had transformed back into human form, sat at the bar and drank three glasses of fire whiskey in a row under the gaze of the children.
“Haha—I really miss this taste!”
Aberforth gave him another drink.
Almost 20 years have passed, and the four children who secretly came to drink have changed a lot.
The only constant was the burning pain of the firewhiskey that dispelled the numbness and unreality.
Sirius picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, he frowned slightly.
He drank the wine in one gulp as Aberforth finished pouring it.
His brows furrowed even more tightly, probably because he was thinking about those troubles.
It is indeed easy to become more and more depressed when drinking alone. It should be much better to find someone to accompany you.
Sirius looked over at Aberforth.
Not at all like his brother Albus, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to have a drink.
He turned his head and looked at the children sitting around him.
Basically, I am not a good and well-behaved student, so it should be okay for me to drink a little.
Sirius shook the glass in his hand, "Would you like some?"
Harry and Ron hesitated for a moment, then shook their heads in refusal.
The legal drinking age in the UK is 18.
However, children over the age of 5 can legally drink alcohol under the guidance of their parents.
Fred and George stood up and pushed the two men towards the bar.
"Harry, he's your godfather, you want to try it too, right?"
"Little Ronnie, what's so good about butterbeer? And we won't tell anyone."
Aberforth shook his head helplessly and poured them four glasses of firewhisky.
Harry and Ron said they didn't want to drink, but when the glasses were placed in front of them, they both looked at them eagerly.
The twins raised their glasses high, "Celebrating Blackie - Mr. Black's freedom!"
Sirius curled his lips, apparently still bothered by their previous teasing.
He raised his glass to the other kids, "What about you? Do you want to have a drink too?"
Hermione and Daphne raised their iced cola, while Cedric and Rolf waved their hands to indicate no.
Vincent stood up and walked to the bar.
“Celebrating our return to a joyful campus life!”
After clinking their glasses together, he and Sirius drank it all in one gulp.
George and Fred were not as fast as them. Harry and Ron were still drinking slowly with bitter faces.
Fire whiskey feels like it burns your throat when you drink it, but it does have a unique charm that seems to bring infinite courage.
After three rounds, Sirius and Vincent were the only ones left at the bar.
"Ha—I didn't expect you to be so good at drinking."
"It may be due to his physical constitution. My dad is a heavy drinker."
Realization dawned on Sirius.
When he was serving his sentence in Azkaban, he had heard new inmates talk about Vincent's father.
Eric Wayne, the only man in three hundred years who has successfully challenged Gamp's aged social wine.
Although he is a Muggle, the shock he brought to wizards was no less than that of a disabled person winning the Olympic Games, and he even broke the world record in one fell swoop.
Another three rounds passed, and Vincent was still as normal.
Sirius shook his head. "It seems that my drinking capacity has declined, and it has declined to this extent."
The glass of Firewhiskey was small, and between them they had less than half a bottle.
Is it really because of the decline in drinking capacity?
Vincent shook his head slightly at Aberforth, indicating that there was no need to continue pouring wine.
"There is a saying in the far east: Don't think that you will get drunk if you have wine, because wine will make you sadder."
He turned the glass upside down and said, "What this means is that you should not get drunk just because you have wine. When you are worried about something, drinking will only make you more worried."
Sirius was a little stunned, "It seems like you'd be a good person to talk to."
Vincent stood up from the bar, "I'm sorry, I'm not the most suitable one."
Of course, Dumbledore is the one who should be asked to be the spiritual mentor, and Lupin is more suitable than him.
But this is catching up.
Sirius pulled Vincent back to sit, "Then chat with me?"
"What to talk about?"
"causal talk."
Just when Vincent decided to be a topic terminator, Sirius started talking about Azkaban first.
The prisoners inside have no human rights, and are even divided into floors according to the severity of their crimes.
Dementors usually stay in the sky, so the higher you go, the more torment you will suffer.
Not only Vincent was interested, everyone pricked up their ears.
"Which floor do Quirrell and Lockhart live on?"
Sirius thought about it for a moment, "The bald fool and the bald liar?"
"Yes, yes, that's them."
"They are both on the same floor as me, and their cells are quite close to those Death Eaters."
One of them just makes noises and drools all day long, and the other one is crazy and thinks he is a celebrity.
Alas, two poor people who were used by Voldemort.
According to their real crime, they were not even allowed to live in the top floor room.
It wasn't really unfair, it was just that the Ministry of Magic wanted to cover up the news about Voldemort so much, which led to the birth of two scapegoats.
Sirius stood up and walked to the wine rack, picking up a bottle of whiskey under Aberforth's gaze.
"There are actually many innocent people like me in Azkaban, but they have basically been tortured by the Dementors to the point of being crazy and unable to even remember their own names."
If it needed to be rehabilitated, it would have been done long ago. After so many years, even his family probably gave up on him.
Sirius had just uncorked the bottle when Vincent handed him the glass.
The corner of his mouth twitched violently, and he poured the wine reluctantly.
"Over the years, I have always remembered that I am innocent and that I am the traitor who betrayed James and Lily.
If it weren't for this, I think I would have been like them, tortured to the point of madness a long time ago."
Everyone felt a lump in their throat, even Aberforth.
"Come on." Sirius acted particularly optimistic, smiling and raising his glass high, "Celebrate that we finally caught the traitor!"
Not only Vincent, but everyone raised their glasses, even Aberforth poured himself a glass of whiskey.
The trial is next Sunday, and public opinion is unanimous in favor of the death penalty.
The people are in favor of the case, and the Ministry of Magic is in urgent need of a fair trial to maintain its remaining authority.
Various topics were brought up one after another, and the Pig's Head Bar suddenly became lively.
The children surrounded Sirius and asked questions one after another, and he patiently answered them one by one.
When Fred and George asked him how he would treat the rich ladies in the fan club, his face darkened in an instant.
This was one of those annoying things, and since the funny Weasley twins dared to ask, he really dared to answer it.
"If it wasn't for the victim persona created by the Ministry of Magic, I would have run over and told them to stop bothering me."
I didn't expect he was such a straight man.
But unlike what Vincent showed deliberately, he was probably really not interested in the opposite sex.
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