This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Sirius has been living in the Broken Axe recently, and his purpose of returning to Hogwarts this time is not simple.

He can no longer stand the various activities arranged by the Ministry of Magic, and actually came back to school to take refuge.

Hogsmeade, the Hog's Head.

Sirius, who has turned back into a human, sits at the bar and drinks three glasses of fire whiskey in a row under the gaze of the children.

"Ha - I really miss this taste!"

Aberforth poured him another glass.

Almost 20 years have passed, and the four children who secretly ran to drink have long since changed.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the burning pain that fire whiskey brings to dispel numbness and unreality.

Sirius picked up the glass and drank it all. Perhaps because of the effect of alcohol, he frowned slightly.

As soon as Aberforth finished pouring the wine, he drank it again in one gulp.

His brows frowned even tighter, probably because he was thinking of those troubles.

It is indeed easy to become more and more depressed when drinking alone, and it should be much better to find someone to accompany you.

Sirius looked at Aberforth.

He was totally unlike his brother Albus, and he didn't know if he was willing to have a drink.

He turned his head to look at the children sitting around him.

They were basically not good students who followed the rules, so it should be okay to drink a little.

Sirius shook the glass in his hand, "Would you like some?"

Harry and Ron hesitated for a moment, and finally shook their heads to refuse.

The legal age for selling alcohol in the UK is 18.

But under the guidance of their parents, children over the age of 5 can legally drink.

Fred and George stood up and pushed the two to the bar.

"Harry, he is your godfather, you want to try it too?"

"Little Ron, what's so good about butterbeer, and we won't tell anyone."

Aberforth shook his head helplessly and poured them four glasses of fire whiskey.

Harry and Ron said they didn't want to drink, but when the glasses were placed in front of them, they both looked at them eagerly.

The twins raised their glasses, "Celebrate the freedom of Little Black - Mr. Black!"

Sirius pouted, and it seemed that he still minded their teasing just now.

He raised his glass to the other children, "How about you? Do you want to have a drink too?"

Hermione and Daphne raised their iced cola, while Cedric and Rolf waved their hands to indicate no.

Vincent stood up and walked to the bar.

"Celebrate our return to a happy school life!"

After clinking their glasses together, he and Sirius drank it all in one gulp.

George and Fred were not as fast as them, and Harry and Ron were still drinking slowly with bitter faces.

The fire whiskey seemed to burn the throat when it entered, but it did have a unique charm, as if it could bring infinite courage.

After three rounds, only Sirius and Vincent were left at the bar.

"Ha--I didn't expect you to be so good at drinking."

"It's because of your physical constitution. My dad is a good drinker."

Sirius suddenly realized.

When he was serving his sentence in Azkaban before, he had heard new inmates talk about Vincent's father.

Eric Wayne, the only man in three hundred years who successfully challenged Gamp's aged social wine.

Although he is a Muggle, the shock he brought to wizards is no less than that of a disabled person winning the Olympic Games, and even breaking the world record in one fell swoop.

Three more rounds passed, and Vincent was still like nothing happened.

Sirius shook his head, "It seems that my drinking capacity has declined, and it has declined to this extent."

The glass of Fire Whiskey is very small, and the total of the two of them is less than half a bottle.

Is it really because of the decline in drinking capacity?

Vincent shook his head slightly at Aberforth, indicating that he didn't need to continue pouring wine.

"There is a saying in the distant East, don't say that you have to get drunk when you have wine, and drinking makes you more sad when you are worried."

He turned the glass upside down, "This sentence means that you don't have to get drunk when you have wine, and drinking when you have troubles will only make you more sad."

Sirius was a little stunned, "It seems that you are a good person to talk to."

Vincent stood up from the bar, "Sorry, I'm not the most suitable one."

Of course, Dumbledore should be asked to be a spiritual mentor, and Lupin is more suitable than him.

But this is not catching up.

Sirius pulled Vincent back to sit, "Then chat with me?"

"What to talk about?"

"Just chat."

Just when Vincent decided to be a topic terminator, Sirius first talked about Azkaban.

The prisoners in there have no human rights, and the floors are even divided according to the severity of their crimes.

The Dementors usually stay in the sky, so the higher you go, the more torture it is.

Not only Vincent was interested, but everyone pricked up their ears.

"Which floor do Quirrell and Lockhart live on?"

Sirius thought for a moment, "That bald fool and bald liar?"

"Yes, yes, that's them."

"They are on the same floor as me, and their cells are quite close to those Death Eaters."

One can only drool all day long, and the other is crazy and thinks he is a celebrity.

Alas, two poor people used by Voldemort.

According to their real crime, they can't even live in the top floor single room.

It wasn't an injustice, but the Ministry of Magic wanted to cover up the news of Voldemort too much, which led to the birth of two scapegoats.

Sirius stood up and walked to the wine rack, and picked up a bottle of whiskey under the gaze of Aberforth.

"There are actually many innocent people like me in Azkaban, but they have been tortured crazy by Dementors and can't even remember their own names."

If they wanted to be vindicated, they would have been vindicated long ago. After so many years, even their relatives probably gave up.

Sirius had just pulled out the cork when Vincent handed him a wine glass.

The corner of his mouth twitched violently, and he poured the wine reluctantly.

"Over the years, I have always remembered that I am innocent and the traitor who betrayed James and Lily.

If it weren't for this, I think I would have been tortured crazy like them."

Everyone felt a sour nose, even Aberforth.

"Come on." Sirius was particularly optimistic, smiling and raising his glass high, "Celebrate that we finally caught the traitor!"

Not only Vincent, everyone raised their glasses high, and even Aberforth poured himself a glass of whiskey.

The trial will be next Sunday, and now the public opinion is all for the death penalty.

The public is in favor of the Ministry of Magic, and it is urgent to use a fair trial to maintain the little authority left.

Various topics were opened one after another, and the Hog's Head Pub suddenly became lively.

The children surrounded Sirius and asked him questions, and he patiently answered them one by one.

When Fred and George asked him how he would treat the rich ladies in the fan club, his face darkened in an instant.

This is one of the annoying things. Since the Weasley twins dared to ask, he really dared to answer.

"If it weren't for the victim character created by the Ministry of Magic, I would have run over and told them not to bother me."

I didn't expect him to be a straight man.

But unlike Vincent's deliberate performance, he should really be uninterested in the opposite sex.

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