"Perfect!" Tom couldn't wait to pick up the glass and took a gulp of butterbeer. The liquor flowed into his stomach and warmed every inch of his body.

"I really love this stuff." Tom put the glass back on the table, a smear of white cream on the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, take a sip, and the whole person is warmed up." Harry echoed on the side. At this time, Hermione broke the croissant croissant in her hand into two pieces, and put half of it in Tom's mouth, wiping the cream foam sticking to the corner of his mouth without a trace.

Tom didn't dodge Hermione's small movements, but sat there patiently, letting Hermione wipe the corners of his mouth clean. Freshly baked croissants are fluffy and soft, with an aroma of flour and butter.

After wiping the foam off the corners of her mouth, Hermione put the croissant into Tom's mouth. Tom hooked the croissant away with his tongue, sucking on Hermione's fingertips along the way. A hint of saltiness came from the tip of his tongue, but Tom had a sweet smile and a well-camouflaged white eye.

Harry had witnessed the whole process on the opposite side. He shuddered, as if a cold wind was blowing over his head.

Harry felt right, there was really a cold wind blowing in his face. The door of the bar opened and several people walked in.

Harry glanced at it, and his eyes widened: Professor Flitwick, Professor Scamander rolled into the three brooms in a blizzard, followed by a fat man with a bowler hat , wearing a pinstriped cloak, behind him was Hagrid, who covered the blizzard well for the fat man.

That fat man was the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"Unfortunately, there are no seats left, why don't you come and have a few drinks at the bar?"

"That's even better."

Several people walked towards the bar.

Harry slid off the stool immediately, hid under the table, and hurriedly put on the invisibility cloak. In the process of putting on the invisibility cloak, his head also hit the table, but fortunately Tom grabbed the table and didn't let Harry overturn the table, plus the mess in the bar, no one noticed.

And after Harry, who was sandwiched between the two, ran to the bottom of the table, Tom and Hermione didn't have to worry anymore, so they leaned against each other.

Harry touched the top of his head under the table, trying not to shout. He adjusted his posture and sat down more comfortably. At this time, several professors and Fudge also ordered the drinks they wanted. From Harry's point of view, he could see a couple of feet standing not far from him.

"Pumpkin juice?"

"Thank you very much," Professor Scamander said.

"A lemon syrup soda with ice and umbrella—"

"Here!" Professor Flitwick raised his hand, looking very expectant.

"Warrior! Ice in this weather," laughed Fudge, taking his redcurrant rum from Mrs. Rosemerta.

Finally, the proprietress put a huge jar in front of Hagrid, full of mead.

Ms. Rosmerta put down the wine and was about to leave when Fudge grabbed her. Valley

"Don't be in a hurry, dear," Harry heard Fudge's voice coming diagonally above his head, "I have to say it's a pleasure to see you, and it's worth the wind and snow, put down your chores, and be with us. Let's have a drink together-"

When Hermione heard this, she snorted impolitely, but this voice was drowned in the intertwined sounds of Gongchou. Not to mention Fudge and the others, not even Harry under the table heard.

"Do you think Ms. Rosemerta is really that pretty? Even Fudge..." she asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's mainly because of her good temperament." Tom glanced at Ms. Rosemerta and commented casually, but he quickly added: "I believe you will be much more beautiful than her when you are the same age as her. "

"Then I really appreciate your compliment." Hermione gave Tom a roll of eyes.

Ms. Rosmerta had to accept the invitation because of the minister's face, brought herself a glass of sherry, and joined the minister's small reception.

Although the Minister of Magic was only a few meters away from him, the three of them were not worried at all. They all pricked up their ears secretly, listening carefully to the conversation of Fudge's group.

"What kind of wind brought you here today, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta took the initiative to raise the topic.

"It's Christmas, it's time to relax. The days have been rough these days," Fudge said casually, shaking the wine glass in his hand. "The days of peace are getting fewer and fewer!"

Fudge grumbled.

"Not at peace? Is it Sirius? Minister, do you know how many times the Dementors have raided my bar? The guests are scared away and my business has been affected a lot," Ms Rosmerta said. Her tone was a bit sharp, revealing her dissatisfaction, "I have heard rumors, it seems that Sirius and Dementors recently made two big news at Hogwarts?"

Fudge twisted uneasily and looked around. His eyes flicked over Tom and Hermione, but they didn't catch his attention - wouldn't it be normal to have a young man and a woman in the bar?

After discovering that no one was eavesdropping, Fudge said in a low voice, "The Ministry of Magic will take care of the Sirius issue, and will also issue compensation to you businessmen who have been affected. The Dementor matter has been resolved. Don't ask any more questions. It's not that simple to not give the situation... The situation is a bit complicated, and the magic world in various countries has not been very peaceful recently... I really don't know if the two big events next year will be held smoothly..."

Hearing that there was compensation, Ms. Rosemerta's expression eased a lot. Although the Ministry of Magic certainly won't be able to give much money, it's better than giving nothing at all! And the business of her bar is not as hugely affected as she said - after meeting the Dementors~lightnovelpub.net~ can't come to the bar and drink a glass of butterbeer to be overwhelmed? And then rant about the Ministry of Magic with a few good friends?

Don't let Fudge's big event attract her attention.

"What do you mean by the two big events? One of them I probably know, the other...?" She looked at Fudge with an air of curiosity, her eyes seemed to glow.

Facing such a Mrs. Rosemerta, Fudge laughed twice, looking quite smug, "These are secrets I can't reveal to you...but I can assure you that it will be—very— -Wonderful!"

Fudge touched Mrs. Rosemerta's hand.

Mrs. Rosmerta took her hand out of Fudge's hand without a trace, then pushed him with a smile, "Minister~"

"Sorry, it's the rule, but I can give you a hint. It's a traditional event that's been interrupted for a long time."

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