A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Ms. Rosmerta looked a little angry when she heard Fudge's answer, "Did you know that the dementors have searched my tavern twice?" There was a hint of edge in her voice, "All my customers have been searched. Scared away... This is not good for business, Minister... I lost dozens of gold galleons that day... because all the customers ran away before the checkout."

"Rosmerta, dear, I'm the same as you, I don't like them either." Fudge was a little embarrassed, it was like a thorn in his back, "Necessary precautions... But you are right... I just met a few .They were furious with Dumbledore - he wouldn't let them into the castle grounds."

"I think they shouldn't be allowed in." Professor McGonagall said sharply. She glared at Fudge. "How can we teach with these terrible things floating everywhere? And, Mr. Minister, don't forget One student was injured and he almost lost his life."

"Isn't there nothing wrong?" Fudge said nonchalantly, "They are measured."

"Harry Potter almost died under the attack of the dementors, you actually said it so lightly?" Professor Flitwick screamed, this voice attracted the attention of several tables around, but after seeing the three After the Dean and Connery Fudge, they all turned their heads.

"Black is far more harmful than the Dementors." Fudge said. "You don't know how evil he is." He shuddered. "If you had seen that scene, you would definitely agree with what I did."

"You know, I still can't quite believe it," Ms. Rosmerta mused. "Of all the people who fell into villainy, Sirius Black was the one I least expected to do. …I mean, I remember what he was like when he was at Hogwarts, and if you had told me at that time what he would be like, I would have said you drank too much.”

"You don't know half the truth, Rosmerta," Fudge said stiffly. "Few people know the worst of what he did."

This suddenly chilled the atmosphere at the small table - of course, it wasn't much lively in the first place.

After a brief silence, Ms. Rosmerta spoke, full of curiosity, "The worst? Do you mean, worse than killing so many poor people?"

Edward sipped Jean Fish. He vaguely guessed what Fudge was going to say. If he guessed correctly, it should be the reason why Lupine and Snape hated Sirius Black so much.

Sirius Black served as the Potters' secret keeper, but he betrayed his best friend, turned to Voldemort, and revealed their whereabouts.

In fact, what Fudge said was exactly what Edward guessed, except that Fudge seemed to think that this was some kind of secret that could not be told outside. But judging from the looks of several people, except for Ms. Rosmerta, almost all of them looked sad.

"Do you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," Professor McGonagall murmured, "Do you remember who his best friend was?"

Professor McGonagall spoke before Fudge, which made Fudge look like he was constipated. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

"Of course I remember," Ms. Rosmerta said, smiling slightly, as if recalling that time, when she was about the same age as James and Sirius. "The two of them were always inseparable, right? I saw The times they've been here - oh, they always make me laugh. What a pair, Sirius Black and James Potter."

"That's not bad at all." Professor McGonagall said. She leaned forward and lowered her voice, not wanting others to hear their conversation. "Black and Potter, they are the leaders of that small group. Both of them are very smart. . Of course—extremely smart, to be honest—but I don’t think we’ve ever had such a bunch of trouble-making people—"

"I wonder," Hagrid laughed, "if Fred and George could give them a serious competition."

"They really give me a headache." Professor McGonagall sighed and covered her head. Because of Fred and George, the troublemakers, she didn't want to meet Filch every day, and she didn't want to waste any time. Erqi heard from his mouth that the two of them had caused another trouble.

"Anyone who sees them will think that Black and Potter are brothers!" Flitwick interjected in agreement, "Inseparable."

"Of course they were inseparable," Fudge said. "Potter trusted Black more than he trusted any other friend. This was still the case when they left school and graduated. When James and Lily got married..."

Fudge seemed to have finally found a moment where he could express himself. His voice was not concealed at all, so that the wizards at several tables around him subconsciously stopped talking and raised an ear to eavesdrop on Fudge's words.

Fudge even talked about the Loyalty Curse. Of course, he remembered to lower his voice when he talked about it to make sure that the people at the surrounding tables couldn't hear, but...

Harry, who was hiding under the Christmas tree, must have heard it.

Edward even saw his tightly clenched fists.

Obviously he had no idea about this before. Edward looked at Harry with interest. Harry also realized that Edward had noticed him - Edward deliberately pretended to accidentally knock the napkin off the table under the table. , and Harry just looked at him.

Harry was nervously worried that Edward would tell Professor McGonagall about his sneaking out of the castle, but after a while, Edward did not do so, which made Harry feel a little relieved.

But soon, his heart was filled with anger.

The conversation between the few people ended quickly. Just after Fudge had wiped out all the things Black had done before, an Auror hurriedly broke into the tavern. He glanced at Edward in surprise, and then leaned over. Fudge said something quickly in his ear, and Fudge hurriedly picked up the cloak hanging on his side and walked towards the door.

The conversation obviously ended at this point, as Fudge's early departure announced the end, and other professors also picked up their cloaks and prepared to leave the tavern.

"Want to come back with us, Edward?" Hagrid asked as he pulled on his moleskin coat.

"No, I want another drink." Edward said with a smile.

"Of course, no problem. You are always welcome at the Three Broomsticks." Ms. Rosmerta stood up with a smile. She was going back to the bar. She had been away from there for too long.

As several people left the small table, Edward picked up his glass of wine and walked to the Christmas tree and whispered:

"..."