Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

"Not in shape." Hermione muttered under her breath and ran away.

the next day......

"Check it carefully. Where is the invisibility cloak?"

"Here." Harry took out a large piece of silk.

"The Marauder's Map."

"Here." A piece of parchment was taken out.

"And Ron, if it's so cold now, you should put Ben in the dormitory. He's so old, so don't let him freeze." Sisley looked at the rat that was chirping in Ron's pocket and said.

"I want to, but he won't get off me no matter what." Ron said bitterly.

"I think it's full of warmth and lust, and it should be enough to cut off the roots of his troubles." Sisley couldn't help but mention the struggling Ben Ben as he spoke, with a grayish-white light shining in his hand.

"Feeling warm and lustful? Root of trouble? What is it?"

"Just tell me if you want to cut it or not."

"Is it life-threatening?"

"For him... it doesn't make a big difference, and it's good for his health."

"Then cut it!" Ron said firmly.

"Okay!" In an instant, a gray-white light flashed, and a small penis fell to the ground. Before the wound could bleed, Sisley used a counter-curse to heal it.

"What is that? The one that fell?" Harry also came over and asked.

"It's the root of the trouble. Okay, now let him rest in the dormitory. Isn't it a lot quieter?"

"Indeed." Ron mentioned Bamban and put it on his bed and thoughtfully covered him with a small blanket.

"I hope we won't let the pigeons fly this time." Sisley said half-jokingly, and then he and Ron walked out of the dormitory to find Hermione, who had been waiting for a long time.

"How's it going? Where's Harry?" Hermione asked.

"We will wait for him at Bee Duke then."

"Let's go, we are taking the high road, but don't let Harry get there first."

result......

"You are really slow." Harry teased as he quietly dragged Sisley and the three of them to the corner of Hogsmeade at the entrance of Hogsmeade.

"Is this secret passage so fast?" Sisley asked in confusion.

"Don't worry about these details. Is there anything fun in Hogsmeade? Hurry up." Harry said very excitedly.

"Actually, it's not that great. There's nothing interesting except for the trick shop and other candy shops. Moreover, these two shops are just a bit fresher."

"Uh, why do you feel so futile when you say that?" Harry said after a moment of silence.

"That's not all, I have a great plan today." Sisley said with his hands on his hips.

Looking at Sisley like this, Hermione suddenly felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

"How about a dinner party?" Sisley suggested.

"Dinner party? Two taverns in Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked without understanding Sisley's confusing operation.

"Picnic, at the Shrieking Shack, you know where?" Sisley replied.

"Where...it seems to be haunted, right?" Luo said stiffly.

"There are a lot of ghosts in Hogwarts. Maybe someone was there to play pranks. I have already made a plan."

"Harry and Ron go to Three Broomsticks to buy some food. Hermione, you and I will go to the Hog's Head pub to buy some drinks."

"I think this plan is good. Let's go now. Harry, please remember to wear the invisibility cloak." As he said this, Ron excitedly looked at Harry's shoulders and walked towards the three broomsticks, and put the invisibility cloak on the three broomsticks as he walked. Wearing it.

Sisley also took Hermione towards the Hog's Head Bar. As for why not buy a drink at the Three Broomsticks Bar?

After all, it looks like a regular pub, so don't expect them to buy drinks for Sisley and the others, but the Pig's Head Bar looks like a black spot, so it should be a simple matter to buy some alcoholic drinks.

"Hello, four bottles of beer and one bottle of wine." The two Sisleys walked into the Hog's Head Bar. Behind them, Hermione looked disgusted. She gently lifted the hem of the wizard's robe and looked at the ground very carefully.

"We prohibit selling alcoholic beverages to underage wizards." The old man at the bar said angrily.

"Then give me four bottles of wheat juice and one bottle of spoiled grape juice." Sisley added.

"Hmm... Seikei five Galleons."

"Seize the young master?"

"You don't have to buy it," the old man said with a shrug.

"Haha... If you don't want to buy it, don't buy it. You really dare to ask for a few bottles of low-quality home-brewed wine. Hermione, let's go." He led Hermione and walked outside without looking back.

"Isn't this your style?" Hermione asked after walking out of the bar and taking a few breaths of fresh air.

"You can't be a scapegoat if you have money. That's obviously a rip-off. A bottle of broken home-brew wine costs a galleons. You go to the Shrieking Shack first. There's a big black dog inside. He's Sirius. I'll tell you. Go home and get a few bottles of wine, wait for me." As he said this, Sisley walked towards a remote alley and disappeared in a puff of white mist.

After returning home, Sisley stretched hard and lay lazily on the sofa.

"As expected of home, it's so comfortable..." Sisley murmured as he stood up and walked towards the wine cabinet in the corner of the living room.

"What the hell does this mean? Why are there no degrees on it?"

"Forget it, maybe it's because the alcohol content is low, that's it...beer...beer...wheat juice, wheat juice..."

"Why isn't it there? There should be one at my uncle's house. Let's go look for it."

As he spoke, Sisley tiptoed out of the window and made sure that both of them were in the bedroom on the second floor. He didn't know what bad things he was doing in the bedroom in broad daylight.

A white mist appeared quietly on his body and floated into Granger's house. He went straight to the refrigerator, grabbed four bottles of wheat juice and left Granger's house as if he was running away.

"What's the sound?" Mrs. Granger suddenly pushed Mr. Granger away and asked in shock.

"Sound? Didn't you hear it?" Mr. Granger said confused.

"Go down and take a look and take the emerald ring that Ethan gave you." Mrs. Granger said with a frown as the more she thought about it, the more something was wrong.

"Well, I'll go take a look..." Mr. Granger also put on his clothes and walked lightly downstairs.

Not long after, Mr. Granger came back with a confused look on his face.

"What's the matter?" asked Mrs. Granger.

"Nothing is missing, just four bottles of beer. Who could have done it? I'll check the surveillance camera in the yard outside to see if anyone has been here."

Soon, Mr. and Mrs. Granger saw Sisley on the screen, covered in white mist slowly drifting in. After a long silence, Mr. Granger deleted the video, and his cold voice came from his teeth. Squeezed out from the gap.

"He is only thirteen years old, who is he going to drink with when he gets the wine?"