Together [HP]

The weekend at Hogsmeade came sooner than expected, and Jacqueline hadn't planned to go, but Pansy told her that she needed to buy some Christmas presents for her friends, even though she only had two friends.

"I can send you a big bucket of butterbeer." Jacquilin didn't back down. "Hot and bubbling, there's no place more authentic than it."

"Then what are you going to give Miss Know-it-all?" Pansy asked rhetorically, "A book in the Graham family library?"

"I could give her some of Norm's desserts," Jacquiline retorted softly, "and they're authentic, though perhaps Noam's added some innovation."

Pansy stared at her with wide eyes, and Jacqueline gave in.

The village of Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card: huts and shops covered in crisp snow, holly wreaths on doors, enchanted candles Hang in a string on a tree.The Pig's Head and the Three Broomsticks were crowded and noisy, warm and smoky, and a curvaceous, pretty-faced woman was tending a rowdy group of wizards at the bar.

"I thought we were here to find presents for Hermione?" Jacquiline said, sipping a glass of warm mead, as she and Pansy sat near the fireplace, from where they could easily see the People who walk in.

"If you're happy to go out in this weather," Pansy sipped the butterbeer in his hand, "I have no problem."

The two of them fell into silence, and of course Jacqueline would not be willing to walk outside in the wind and snow.

"Maybe I could actually get her some sweets," Jacqueline murmured, "some, Norm's made, really nice sweets. Or a book, let me see, maybe I could go buy a vintage A dictionary for runes, or," Jacquelin bit his lip and thought,

"Why don't I just ask her, what does she want as a gift?" Jacquelin said and snapped his fingers, "That's right, I'm really smart."

"You can ask now." Pansy said, looking at the door.

Jacquiline looked up to see Hermione walking in with Ron and Harry.Ron blushed and went to order drinks at the bar. Harry and Hermione went to the back of the room, where there was a small empty table between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, near the fireplace.

"I don't remember Potter coming," said Jacquiline, frowning. "Remember? Malfoy was pissed because he couldn't let Potter go to the Screaming Shack.

"But how did he get here?" Pansy asked. "He can't stealth or anything."

"I don't know," Jacquilin shook his head, then looked around, and slumped back to his seat in disappointment, "I really wish Malfoy was here so he could report to Professor Snape."

"Why don't you go yourself?"

"Because a well-mannered person would not be an informer." Jacquelin replied with a smile.

Suddenly, a breeze blew through her hair, and the door of the Three Broomsticks opened again.Together they looked toward the door.Professor McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the tavern in a gust of snowflakes, followed by Hagrid, who was talking with a dignified man wearing a dark yellow-green bowler hat and a thin striped cloak It was so lively that this person was Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

The teachers and Fudge walked to the bar, stopped and ordered drinks.

"Jacqueline!" Fudge finished calling the drink, turned around as if trying to find a hidden place for them, when he saw Jacqueline, and strode over.Jacqueline stood up quickly. "Glad to see you here."

Fudge pulled Jacqueline into his arms, and Jacquiline backed away before he could suffocate himself.

"It's a pleasure to see you here, too, Minister," said Jacqueline.

"Yes, yes." Fudge nodded, "Is it easy to be free," he said, "I'm here to visit Dumbledore, I heard that the dementors have caused some unpleasant things here, I hope not affects you."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Minister."

"That's how it is." Fudge patted Jacqueline's shoulder in embarrassment, and whispered, "Please do say hello to your mother for me."

"Sure, Mr. Minister."

Fudge rubbed his hands together. "See you next time, Jacqueline, then."

Jacquelin watched Fudge walk back to the teachers' table, and then sat down.Subconsciously, she looked towards Hermione's table, only to find that they were hiding behind a Christmas tree, one of which was not there in the first place.

"A apparating apparition." Pansy took a sip of butterbeer and licked his lips contentedly. "Just when you and the minister had a good conversation."

"He's afraid of us." Jacqueline drank the mead with a sullen face. The sweetness of the honey covered the bitterness of the beer. "He was afraid that one day my godmother's husband would replace him." Jacqueline glanced across the table "My grandfather often said that if he hadn't been so indecisive back then, and he had a trusted friend by his side, maybe everything would have been different."

"Why is he here?" Pansy asked. "For Sirius Black?"

"Probably came to the principal again for help. He never really gained control over the dementors."

They were not talking, and watched the lady proprietress of the bar carry the drinks to the teachers' tables together.

"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 conch."

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

"Then yours is red currant rum, minister."

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

"Okay. Thank you, Minister."

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

They saw Fudge stoutly wiggle in his chair, as if checking to see if anyone was eavesdropping.Then he said quietly: "What else but Sirius Black, dear I bet you've heard what happened at school on Halloween"

"I heard the rumours," Ms Rosmerta admitted.

"Did you tell the whole tavern, Hagrid," said Professor McGonagall angrily.

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

"Sure," said Fudge curtly.

"Did you know that the dementors have raided my tavern twice," said Madam Rosmerta, with a little sharpness in her voice. "Scares my customers away.. that's bad for business, Minister."

"Rosmerta, dear, I'm just like you, and I don't like them either," said Fudge uneasily. Bullido was so annoyed he wouldn't let them into the castle grounds."

"I don't think they should be allowed in," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "How can we teach with these horrible things floating around?"

"Listen, listen!" shrieked the diminutive Professor Flitwick, his feet dangling a foot from the ground.

"You know, I still can't quite believe it," said Miss Rosmerta thoughtfully, "of all the people who have fallen into the ranks of villains, Sirius Black is the one I least expect to do. .I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, and if you had told me at that point what he would have been like, I would have said you drank too much."

"You don't know half the truth, Rosmerta," said Fudge grimly. "Very few people know the worst thing he did."

"Worst," said Miss Rosmerta, curious in her voice, "do you mean worse than killing so many poor people?"

"Of course," said Fudge. "I can't believe it. What could be worse?"

"You said you remembered him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," murmured Professor McGonagall, "do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Of course I do," said Ms. Rosmerta, with a faint smile. "The two were inseparable, isn't it the number of times I've seen them here. Oh, they always make me laugh. Good pairing, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

Jacquiline raised her eyebrows, looked at Pansy unconsciously, and asked silently, Pansy nodded, confirming her thoughts.Then they heard a clang behind the Christmas tree, and Harry, who was hiding under the table, dropped the big glass in his hand.Ron kicked him.

"Exactly," said Professor McGonagall. "Black and Potter. Leaders of their little gang. Both very clever, of course, to be honest, extraordinarily clever. But I don't think we've ever met." Such a couple can cause trouble."

"I don't know," Hagrid said with a chuckle, "whether Fred and Jocha Weasley can give them some serious competition."

"You'd think Black and Potter were brothers!" interjected Professor Flitwick approvingly. "Inseparable!"

"Of course they were inseparable," said Fudge. "Potter trusted Black more than he trusted any of his friends. They left school like that. When James and Lily married, Black was best man. And then they called Black Harry's godfather. Of course Harry didn't know that. You can imagine how much it tortured him knowing that."

"Is it because Black later formed a gang with the mysterious man?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"It's worse than that, my dear..." Fudge lowered his voice and continued in a low voice, "Many people don't know that the Potters understand that You-Know-Who is chasing them. Naturally, Dumbledore has never He has many capable spies who are tired of opposing You-Know-Who. One of the spies told Dumbledore about it, and Dumbledore told James and Lily right away. He advised them to hide. They say their best chance is the Fidelity Charm."

"How does that thing work!" Madam Rosmerta asked, breathless with interest.Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.

"Very complicated spell," he squealed, "involving the magical hiding of a secret in the soul of a living person. The secret is kept in the heart of the chosen one, or the Keeper, and never ceases to exist." It is possible to discover this secret. Of course, unless the secret-keeper intends to reveal it. As long as the secret-keeper refuses to speak, the mysterious man will search the village where the Potters have lived for many years, and they will never be found, even if he finds them through the glass window outside their living room. I crushed my nose on the window and couldn't find it!"

"Then Black is the Potters' secret keeper!"

"Naturally," said Professor McGonagall, "James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would rather die than tell where they were, and that Black himself was going to hide... That's it, Dumbledore still Worried. I remember him offering to be the Potters' secret-keeper himself."

"Can't he trust Black?" Ms. Rosmerta gasped.

"He must have been among the people close to the Potters who have been telling the mysterious man about their whereabouts," said Professor McGonagall darkly. "Indeed, he has suspected for quite a long time that someone on our side has become a traitor." , told the mysterious person a lot of information."

"But James insisted on using Black?"

"Yes," said Fudge heavily, "however, less than a week after the Fidelity Charm was cast . . . "

"Has Black betrayed them?" Rosmerta asked. "He did betray them. Black was tired of being a double-faced persona. Ready to publicly announce his support for You-Know-Who, as if intending to do so the moment Potter died. But, as we all know. Missed there. He lost his powers and was so weak that he had to run away. This put Black in a dilemma. No sooner had Black exposed his traitor than his master fell. He had no choice but to run escaped."

"Dirty, stinking traitor!" said Hagrid, so loudly that the whole bar fell silent.

"Hush!" said Professor McGonagall.

"I met him!" roared Hagrid. "Before he killed many people, I must be the last to see him! I was the one who came from James and Lily's house after they were all killed." Saved Harry! I got him out of the wreckage, poor little thing, with a long gash on his forehead, and his parents were dead.. that's when Sirius Black appeared, On his flying bike that he usually rides. I never figured out what he was doing there. I didn't know he was James and Lily's secret keeper. At that time I thought he heard the news of the attack by You-Know-Who Go out there and see what he can do. He was pale. He was shaking. You know what I did? I comforted that murderous traitor!" growled Hagrid.

"Hagrid, don't!" said Professor McGonagall, "lower your voice!"

"How do I know he's not grieving for Lily and James? He's concerned about You-Know-Who! Then he said: 'Give me Harry, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him.' Haha But Dumbledore told me so I said no to Black and Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle. Black disagreed but finally he backed down. Told me to ride Harry on his motorcycle Send it there. 'I don't need this bike anymore.' That's what he said. I should have known there was something fishy about it then. He loved that bike, why did he give it to me? Why did he No more need for the motorbike, which is easy to understand. Dumbledore knew he had been the Potters' secret keeper. Black knew he was going to run for his life that night, and knew the Ministry of Magic would be after him in a few hours. .

"But what if I gave him Harry? I bet he'd throw Harry off the motorbike and into the sea on the way. His best friend's son! But if a wizard gets corrupted, he'll I don't care about anything and anyone."

Hagrid finished, and there was a long silence.Then Ms Rosmerta spoke with a certain satisfaction. "But he didn't think of a way to hide, did the Ministry of Magic catch him the next day!"

"Why, if only we had caught him," said Fudge bitterly. "It wasn't us who found him. It was Peter Pettigrew, another friend of Potter's. He must be mad with grief, and he knew that Black Used to be the Potters' secret keeper, so he went after Black himself."

"Peter Pettigrew... that fat little boy, the one who followed them all the time at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

"Worship Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall. "Words never belonged to them. I used to be cruel to him. You can imagine how... how I regret it now." Her voice Astringent, like a sudden cold.

"Well, Minerva," said Fudge indulgently, "Peter Pettigrew died a heroic death. The witnesses were Muggles, and of course we erased their memories afterwards, and told us how Peter Pettigrew put Blake Jedi driven. They said he was sobbing. 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!' And he picked up his wand. Of course, Black was faster than him. Peter Pettigrew was blown to pieces just like that."

Professor McGonagall blew his nose and said excitedly: "Stupid boy. Stupid boy..he always sucks in duels..should let the Ministry of Magic do it.."

"I'll tell you, if I catch Black before Peter Pettigrew, I don't need a wand, I'll break it, limb by limb," growled Hagrid.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Hagrid," said Fudge sharply. "Only a trained striker from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad might be able to beat Black before he was cornered. I was a magician then." The Deputy Minister of the Disaster Department, I was also one of the first to arrive at the scene after Black killed so many people. I, I will never forget that scene. Sometimes I still dream about it. There is a big hole in the middle of the street, deep Ripped the sewer pipes down there too. Corpses everywhere. Muggles screaming. And Black stood there laughing wildly with the remains of Peter Pettigrew right in front of him..a pile of bloodstained robes and not many, no Lots of pieces."

Fudge stopped suddenly.There was the sound of five people blowing their noses.

"Well, you know the story, Rosmerta," said Fudge hoarsely, "Blake was taken away by twenty patrolmen of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, and Peter Pettigrew was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. I think It was somewhat of a consolation to his poor mother. Black has been locked up in Azkaban ever since."

Ms Rosmerta let out a long sigh.

"He's crazy, is it true, Minister"

"I hope he's crazy," said Fudge slowly. "I believe the fact that his master failed has driven him out of his mind for a while. It's a corner case to kill Peter Pettigrew and so many Muggles." , Desperate people do things - cruel.. no purpose. But last time I visited Azkaban, I met Black. You know, most of the prisoners there are sitting there, muttering to themselves in the dark, they Not conscious anymore.. but, to my shock, Blake seemed normal. What he said to me was organized. I was disturbed. You would think he was just bored. Asked me if I read the paper , very calm, said he wanted to do the newspaper crossword puzzle. I was shocked that the dementors didn't have any effect on him, and he was still a big criminal there, and there were so many people watching him, You know. The jailer is at his door, day and night."

"But what do you think he's going to do when he escapes?" Ms. Rosmerta asked. "My God. Minister. He won't go to You-Know-Who again, will he?"

"I dare say it's his, oh, final plan," said Fudge vaguely, "but we hoped to catch Black long before that. I must say that if You-Know-Who is alone and friendless, It's a situation..but to give him back his most loyal servant, I shudder at the thought of his quick comeback...”

The sound of glass and wood colliding was very small.Someone put the glass on the table. "You know, Connelly, if you're going to have dinner with the headmaster, we might as well go back to the castle now," said Professor McGonagall.

"It's better." Fudge stood up and waved his hand in the direction of Jacquilin. Several teachers took the money and put it on the table. "Thank you, Rosmerta."

"I sincerely hope that the dementors will leave soon," said the proprietress of the bar.

"I don't like them as much as you do." Fudge took a long breath, and took the hat in his hand, "Let's go."

They had just left when Harry stood up, horrified.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously, but Harry didn't answer, and strode away.Ron and Hermione paid the money and hurried out.

"I wonder if Blake is the murderer." Jacqueline said in a low voice, they drank the last drop of beer, paid the money, and walked back to school.

"Just because he's Harry's godfather?" Pansy asked puzzled.

"It's because the dementors have no effect on him." Jacqueline stamped his feet and stopped in front of the magic equipment shop.Through the window she saw a thin platinum necklace with a small sapphire hanging from the end. "What do you think of this necklace?"

Pansy stepped forward, looked at it carefully, and then glanced at the label hanging on it, "Do you know how much it is?" She asked through gritted teeth, "If you want to give it to that know-it-all lady, you Must be crazy."

"I just think she should like it." Jacquilin pouted, "And it's only half a month's living expenses for me, not to mention, I haven't spent much money this month."

"If that's what you want." Pansy shrugged resignedly. "Why do I only have a barrel of butterbeer? And, why do I remember that you can't spend your pocket money freely until you are 15?"

"Then what do you like?" Jacqueline and Pansy opened the store door and walked in. "I'll give it to you, and it will return to my pocket anyway. Besides, my mother doesn't care who I buy it for." Gift."

Pansy didn't understand what she meant, she just waved her hand, "Let's talk about it when I meet someone I like."