Harry Potter Platinum Glory

"Ms. Rosmota is still the same," a customer who entered the store with Augustus and Luna said with a smile.

Augustus and Luna walked to the back of the room, where there was a small empty table between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, near the fireplace. Soon, the proprietress Rose Motta brought two big glasses of hot, frothy butterbeer.

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"It looks very good, I believe the taste must be extraordinary." Augustus took the beer and nodded slightly.

"Merry Christmas!" Luna raised her glass, and two huge butterbeer glasses collided. It was still snowing outside. Augustus took a slight sip. The taste was smooth and the aftertaste in his mouth was endless. It was indeed a fine wine.

It didn't seem like it was the first time that Luna had drank this beer that was more like a drink. She looked happy and blushed.

While the two were happily chatting about the interesting things about this semester, the door of Three Brooms opened again, and Ron came in. Augustus glanced casually. Although Ron's side was blank, it seemed There was something strange, and Augustus couldn't help flashing a few hooks in his eyes. Suddenly, Potter's figure was looming under the cloak.

Invisibility cloak, Augustus took a sip of butterbeer, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. This invisibility cloak, one of the three holy weapons of the god of death, is indeed not comparable to other invisibility cloaks. It can even hide its breath. If it weren't for the super-insight of the Sharinyan, maybe it would not have been discovered for a while. Potter.

But Potter would soon present the Deathly Hallows with both hands, and Augustus and Luna had a cup of tea, not in any rush.

Suddenly, a breeze brushed Augustus' black hair, and the door of Three Brooms opened again.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the tavern amid a flurry of snow, followed by Hagrid, who was talking with a dignified man in a dark chartreuse bowler hat and a thin striped cloak. It's so lively that this person is the Minister of Magic - Cornelius Fudge.

"Today is really weird, why are Professor McGonagall and the others here too, and the Minister of Magic, how can they get together?" Luna was a little overwhelmed, looking at the four who came in, mum-murmured.

Augustus gently hugged Luna, who was wobbly, and shook his head involuntarily. It's not good for a girl to drink or something.

The two of them sat in the corner, and no one didn't notice.

Professor McGonagall, wearing gorgeous turquoise heels, walked to the front desk. Soon, Ms. Rosmota was serving what several people had ordered.

"A small glass of canyon water?"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four Pints ​​of Mead"

"Thanks, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.

"A sherry soda with ice and snails?"

"Well!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.

"Then yours is redcurrant liqueur, Minister. 55

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear," said Fudge's voice, "I must say, it's a pleasure to see you again. Would you like a drink, too? Come and sit with us.."

"Okay. Thank you, Minister."

"Fudge came here at this time, it should be for Sirius. As for Professor McGonagall, they were with him, naturally they were consulting him about related matters." Looking at Luna's puzzled eyes, Augustus explained.

"Sirius, what exactly is he trying to do?" Little Luna asked curiously, apparently also very interested in the deeds of this fugitive.

"I'm not very clear, let's take a look.""

Augustus chuckled lightly. Anyway, just drinking is a bit boring, so let's take it as a good show. Saying that, he flicked his hand on the table.

Suddenly, in Luna's surprised eyes, a picture appeared on the desktop of the two of them, which was the box where Fudge and others were.

"What brought you here, Minister?" was Rosmerta's voice.

Fudge's fat body twisted on the chair, as if to see if anyone around was eavesdropping. Then he said quietly: "What else is there but Sirius Black, my dear? I bet you heard what happened at school on Halloween?"

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"It seems that Fudge doesn't quite believe that Dementors alone can catch Sirius. Augustus picked up the cup, took a sip, and thought sarcastically.

"I heard the rumors," Ms Rosmerta admitted.

"Do you think Sirius is still around, Minister?" whispered Ms. Rosmerta.

"Sure," said Fudge briefly.

"Did you know that the Dementors have raided my tavern twice?" Ms. Rosemerta said, with a slight edge in her voice. "Scared my customers away.. It's bad for business, Minister.

It was still snowing outside the window, and the undercurrent was surging inside the window. One or two simple sentences concealed countless clever fronts. A smile appeared on Augustus' face, and the corner of his mouth drew a slight arc. It was extremely boring.

"It seems that the Dementors have given up their attention to Hogwarts after being taught by you, senior, and instead searched the surrounding area, but these idiots seem to have a bad temper, and even Ms. Rosemerta is so tolerant of people. I'm all provoked." Little Luna smiled and looked at Augustus, her originally snow-white face was flushed from being slightly drunk, making her look even more attractive.

"Sirius... Black." Augustus didn't know if it was sarcasm or something. He shook his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Dear Ms. Rosmerta, I'm just like you, and I don't like them either," said Fudge uneasily. "It's a necessary precaution. . . but you're right. . I was so scared by Augustus at school that I didn't dare to move around the school at all. I only had to check the surrounding area symbolically. Please do more.

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"Oh, I was frightened by an undergrad student, these dementors are really useless, but is the legend true, that young man named Augustus really killed most of the dementors by himself alone ?

Rosmerta covered his mouth with a chuckle, then looked at Fudge expectantly, as if he wanted to get an answer from the Minister of Magic.