A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"That's it for the time being. Hagrid and Flitwick will probably arrive in the afternoon." Edward said with a smile, "I'll just sit here for a while. You go and do your work, Rosmerta, don't pay too much attention to me."

"That's not possible, you are a distinguished guest of the Three Broomsticks." Mrs. Rosmerta covered her mouth and said with a smile, "It's rare to meet you."

Edward smiled lightly and said nothing.

Ms. Rosmerta wanted to say something, but the noisy group of wizards at the bar forced her to go back to the bar to attend to them.

Edward leaned against the fireplace and took a sip of honey butter beer. This was Rosmerta's exclusive recipe and could not be tasted anywhere else.

About an hour later, Edward looked out the window at the students passing by. Most of them had holiday-specific smiles on their faces. They were noisy, but this was the atmosphere of youth.

Edward unconsciously put on a faint smile.

Ms. Rosmerta accidentally caught a glimpse of Edward and was startled, then continued to entertain the guests.

"Mr. Lumpo is a very gentle man."

The door of the Three Broomsticks was pushed open again, and a heavy step stepped on the wooden floor. The whole tavern shook, followed by hearty laughter.

"Merry Christmas, friends." Hagrid was wearing his moleskin coat, but it was covered with snowflakes, even his face. He roughly wiped the snowflakes off his face and walked towards the bar. The people inside shouted.

"Good afternoon, Hagrid!" Many people happily raised their wine glasses and greeted Hagrid.

Apparently Hagrid was a frequent visitor here and had his own social circle here.

Behind him were Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. They walked into the tavern in a burst of snowflakes. Side by side with them was a dignified man wearing a dark yellow-green bowler hat and a thin striped cloak. man.

Cornelius Fudge.

Edward recognized the man at a glance, the unlucky man whom he had pushed to the surface, the nominal Minister of Magic of the Ministry of Magic.

There was a burst of sound in the air next to him, the space was distorted, and a witch in an emerald green cloak appeared next to the Christmas tree.

"It seems I came just in time." Professor Sprout said. There was rarely any trace of soil on her body. It seemed that the recent weather meant that she didn't need to worry too much about the plants in the greenhouse.

Three deans from the four houses had already arrived, and Edward was slightly surprised. Could it be that he was in the principal's office at Hogwarts?

It is a rare sight to see so many 'characters' gathered in a small bar.

Five people sat down around the table, and Hagrid's belly hit the table, causing the table to shake slightly and almost knocking over the butterbeer glass.

"Sorry." Hagrid said apologetically as he quickly stabilized the table.

"It's okay, no one will care." Flitwick patted Hagrid's belly and said with a smile.

Fudge muttered something, but the sound was so low that even Edward only heard a murmur.

Madame Rosmerta came forward and rubbed her hands on her apron.

"—a small glass of canyon water—"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall said with a smile. She glanced at Edward in slight surprise, as if she was surprised to see him here.

"Four pints of mead—"

"Thanks, Rosmerta," Hagrid said.

"A pear soda with ice and snails—"

"Well, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, twitching his lips.

"Then yours is red currant rum, minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta, my dear," Fudge said with a smile. His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Rosmerta, his eyes were so hot that even the experienced Ms. Rosmerta could not stand it.

Ms. Rosmerta clearly remembers the drinks that each guest loves, which makes several people feel valued. Even if it is just a small detail, it also wins a lot of favor for Ms. Rosmerta.This is also the secret to the Three Broomsticks becoming the best-selling tavern in Hogsmeade - remembering every guest's preferences.

"What about you? Mr. Lumpo." Rosmerta looked at Edward. At this moment, several people around the table were looking at Edward.

"A small glass of Ginfish, with more soda water." Edward said softly.

"No problem, sir." Ms. Rosmerta quickly walked away and came back on her shiny high heels.

"It's so nice to see you. Can you have a drink too, okay? Come and sit with me..." Fudge took Ms. Rosmerta's arm, which made Professor McGonagall frown slightly, but she He didn't say much, he just looked at Ms. Rosmerta quietly.

"Oh, why not?" Ms. Rosmerta said, her smile was still so beautiful, and there was no unnatural posture at all. "Thank you, Minister." She rolled up her apron slightly and sat down on Edward beside.

This action made Fudge a little dissatisfied, and he let out a soft snort.

"Mr. Rumple?"

"That's right." Edward nodded. He picked up the piano fish on the table and took a sip.

"I only added about a fifth of the gin." Ms. Rosmerta said quickly.

Edward shook the cup and put it on the table, "It tastes very good."

"Thank you," Ms. Rosmerta said.

"Mr. Lumpo is a great writer. He has traveled to many countries. It's really good to get such an evaluation from him." Fudge said sarcastically.

Seemingly aware of Fudge's dissatisfaction, Rosmerta quickly turned the topic to Fudge.

"What brings you here, Minister?"

Fudge looked a little nervous. He looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping - in fact, right under Edward's nose, behind the Christmas tree, a little Harry was eavesdropping - but Fudge didn't seem to notice at all. arrive.

"What else but Sirius Black, dear? I bet you heard about what happened at school on All Hallows' Eve?"

"I heard the rumours," Ms Rosmerta admitted.

"Have you told the whole tavern, Hagrid?" Professor McGonagall said angrily. She looked around and saw that even Ms. Rosmerta knew the news. It was obvious that the news was no longer a secret.

Hagrid shrugged helplessly. In fact, this news was no longer a secret. After all, it is impossible for students at Hogwarts not to write letters to their families. They will definitely tell their families, and there will always be someone to tell them. The news spread everywhere.

Professor McGonagall glared at Hagrid helplessly.

"Do you think Black is still around here, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"Definitely," Fudge said firmly.