A friendly day at Hogwarts

Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Harry was slightly startled and slowly raised his head.

It was a face that was a bit unfamiliar, but seemed to have been seen somewhere before.He searched hard in his mind and soon remembered the photo album Hagrid had given him.

"You are..."

Although Harry had vaguely guessed his identity, he still hesitated and asked tentatively.

"I am your godfather, Harry." The man on the stairs said softly, "Of course, you can call me Sirius."

Harry confirmed his suspicion, his mind was at a loss, and he didn't know what to say.

Sirius walked down the stairs slowly and came to Harry, looking at his appearance carefully, with tears faintly appearing in his eyes.

"It's so similar... It's so similar... It's exactly the same as James..." He said incoherently, "Only the eyes are different, that's..."

"It's very similar to my mother's." Harry answered subconsciously.

This statement was not unfamiliar to him, almost everyone who knew James and Lily would say this when they met him for the first time.

There was no doubt that Sirius had imagined the scene when he met Harry countless times, but when the moment actually arrived, he seemed a little at a loss.

"You must not remember me...after all, we haven't seen each other for so many years..." He wiped the corners of his eyes. The strangeness in Harry's eyes made the smile on his face a little unnatural, "When you were little, I I even hugged you!"

Harry also seemed a little embarrassed and didn't even know where to put his hands.

Seeing the scene where the godfather and his godson recognized each other, Glenn was so embarrassed that he dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.

"Now that the mission of sending Harry has been completed, we won't disturb your 'warm' family time..." He said, holding Qiu's hand, and winking at Hermione and Ron, saying hello Leaving, "Let's go, Harry knows the way back!"

Qiu naturally would not oppose his decision, but the other two little ones were still hesitant. After all, a few days ago, the Sirius in front of him was still the most wanted criminal.

"Don't go!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Harry and Sirius stopped him in unison.Both of them knew that if they were the only ones left here, the situation would only become more embarrassing.

"Okay..." Seeing the pleading look in their eyes, Glenn could only nod his head and stay to help them liven up the atmosphere.

"Since it is such a memorable day, why don't we go upstairs and have a drink?" He said to Sirius in a relaxed tone, "I know you still have the leftover butterbeer and mead from last time, why don't you hurry up? take it out?"

"Yes, yes!" Sirius's eyes lit up and he quickly called everyone upstairs.

When Hermione heard about drinking, she raised her eyebrows, as if she had something to say.Although she is not old enough to go to Hogsmeade, unlike Harry and Ron, she has never experienced the Weasley family's Christmas party at Hogwarts, let alone tasted butterbeer. .

But before she could say anything, Ron, who had never been very discerning, finally became sensible and pulled her up the stairs without hesitation.

As the weather gets warmer, even if the fireplace upstairs is not lit, it still doesn't feel cold.

Sirius waved his magic wand, and the low tables and cushions were automatically arranged, and bottles of butterbeer automatically flew to the hands of several people.

"You are only in the second year and have never been to Hogsmeade. You must have never tasted butterbeer, right?" Sirius helped Harry open the bottle cap and said with a smile, "Believe me, you will definitely fall in love with this drink. !”

"I know!" Harry felt much more relaxed and said without thinking, "In fact, I have already liked it!"

Sirius was stunned and asked, "You mean, you've had butterbeer a long time ago?"

Only then did Harry realize that the Christmas party that year was probably a secret party.

"Uh...actually...I..."

After all, Sirius was his godfather and a real elder. Harry immediately became nervous and became incoherent.

"Haha!" Sirius laughed heartily, "Don't worry, I'm not one of those old-fashioned antiques. If it's that guy Remus, he might even teach you a few words. If you ask me, it's just a matter of stealing a few bottles of butter. It’s just beer, isn’t this normal? You know, the things James and I did back then were much more outrageous than this!”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and his affection for this godfather, who was still a stranger to him for the time being, greatly increased.

Glenn also nodded secretly.Sure enough, alcohol is the best choice for men to build a relationship. A simple episode has already made the gap between the two disappear a lot.

However, Hermione still seemed a little out of place at this time.She looked at the wine bottle in front of her, wondering what she was thinking.

Although the legal drinking age for Muggles in the UK is only five, that is only at home and around parents.If you want to buy alcoholic beverages on your own, you need to be 18 years old.

Qiu also quickly noticed this, patted her shoulder thoughtfully, and explained: "Don't worry, butterbeer is different from Muggle beer. The alcohol content is only a little bit. No one except house elves will drink it. Drunk!"

Seeing that Hermione was still hesitant, she added: "And next semester, you can come and visit Hogsmeade. Ms. Rosmerta from the Three Broomsticks Tavern is very willing to sell butterbeer to the first time." For the little wizards who go there.”

It wasn't until she heard this that Hermione felt relieved and took a tentative sip of the egg-yellow liquid in the bottle.

To her surprise, the butterbeer tasted completely different from what she had imagined. Not only was it not bitter or irritating, it had a strong milky aroma, but it did not feel sticky at all.

Seeing her surprised expression, Qiu's eyes turned into crescent moons.

"How about it, is it delicious?"

Hermione nodded repeatedly and involuntarily raised the bottle again.

Sirius looked at everyone's reactions with a fatherly smile on his face.After more than ten years of imprisonment and more than half a year on the run, he had not experienced a lively scene with so many people for a long time.

"By the way, Sirius." Harry put down the bottle and raised his head and asked, "How did you escape from Azkaban? I heard from Hagrid that you were the only one to escape from there in centuries. People. It’s not like the Ministry of Magic said it was secretly providing convenience for you, right?”

"Help from the Ministry of Magic? Ha..." Sirius sneered, "Of course not. In fact, I don't know how to explain it. I can only say that what helped me escape successfully was a firm idea, or rather ,belief."