"Perfect!" Tom couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass and took a big sip of the butter beer. The liquor flowed into his stomach, warming every inch of his body.

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

"Yeah, take a sip and you'll feel warmed up." Harry echoed from the side. At this moment, Hermione broke the croissant in her hand into two pieces, stuffed half of it around Tom's mouth, and wiped off the creamy foam sticking to the corner of his mouth for him.

Tom didn't avoid 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 a scent of flour and butter.

After wiping the foam off her mouth, Hermione put the croissant into Tom's mouth. Tom hooked the croissant away with his tongue, sucking on Hermione's fingertips as well. A hint of salt came from the tip of his tongue, but Tom cracked a sweet smile and got a well-disguised roll of his eyes.

Harry witnessed the whole process from the opposite side. He shivered, as if a cold wind had blown over his head.

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

Harry glanced at it, and his eyes widened: Professor Flitwick and Professor Scamander walked into the Three Broomsticks in a gust of snow, followed by a fat man wearing a bowler hat , wearing a pinstriped cloak, and behind him was Hagrid, who covered the fat man well from the wind and snow behind him.

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

"What a coincidence, there are no seats available, why don't you come to the bar for a few drinks?"

"That's even better."

Several people walked towards the bar.

Harry immediately slid off the stool, hid under the table, and then hurriedly put on the invisibility cloak. In the process of putting on the invisibility cloak, he hit his head on the table. Fortunately, Tom held the table down, preventing Harry from tipping the table top. In addition, the bar was in a mess, and no one noticed.

And Harry, who was sandwiched between the two, ran to the bottom of the table, Tom and Hermione didn't have to worry about anything, so they leaned together.

Harry touched the top of his head under the table, trying not to cry out. He adjusted his posture and sat down more comfortably. At this time, several professors and Fudge also ordered their drinks. From Harry's perspective, he could see several pairs of feet standing not far from him.

"Pumpkin juice?"

"Thank you very much," said Professor Scamander.

"A glass of lemon syrup soda with ice and umbrella—"

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

"Warrior! Drink ice in this weather," Fudge smiled, taking his own red currant rum from Mrs. Rosmerta.

Finally the landlady put a huge jug in front of Hagrid, full of mead.

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

"Don't be in a hurry, dear," said Harry, hearing Fudge's voice diagonally overhead, "I must say it's a pleasure to see you, and it's well worth the wind and snow for it. Let's have a drink together—"

When Hermione heard this, she snorted impolitely, but the sound was drowned out by the sound of toasting. Not to mention Fudge and others, even Harry under the table didn't hear him.

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

"It's okay, mainly because of your good temperament." Tom glanced at Ms. Rosmerta 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 rolled her eyes at Tom.

Ms. Rosmerta had no choice but to accept the invitation because of the minister's face. She got 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 Tom were not worried at all. They all pricked up their ears secretly, listening carefully to the conversation of Fudge and his group.

"What brought you here today, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta initiated the conversation.

"Christmas, it's time to relax, the days are not peaceful these days," Fudge said casually, shaking the wine glass in his hand, "the days of stability are getting less and less!"

Fudge grumbled.

"It's not peaceful? Is it Sirius? Minister, do you know how many times the dementors have searched my bar? The customers have been scared away, and my business has been greatly affected," Ms. Rosmerta said. Her tone was a bit sharp, revealing her dissatisfaction, "I have heard rumors that Sirius and Dementors made two big news at Hogwarts recently?"

Fudge twisted his body uneasily, and looked around. His eyes flicked past Tom and Hermione, but they didn't catch his attention—isn't it normal for a young couple to appear in a bar?

After finding that no one was eavesdropping, Fudge said in a low voice: "The Ministry of Magic will properly handle the matter of Sirius, and will also issue a compensation to you businessmen who are affected. The matter of dementors has been overturned." It’s over, so don’t ask any more questions. The situation is not that simple...The situation is a bit complicated, and the magic circles in various countries are not very peaceful recently...I really don’t know if the two big events next year can be held smoothly..."

Hearing that there is compensation~lightnovelpub.net~ Ms. Rosmerta's expression eased a lot. Although the Ministry of Magic will definitely not be able to give much money, it is better than giving nothing! And the business of her bar has not been greatly affected as she said - after meeting a dementor, can't come to the bar to drink a glass of butter beer to calm down? Then rant about the Ministry of Magic with a few good friends?

Not giving Fudge a big event caught her attention.

"What do you mean by the two big events? I probably know about one of them, and the other...?" She looked at Fudge with a look of eagerness for knowledge, and her eyes seemed to be shining.

Facing Mrs. Rosmerta like this, Fudge laughed twice, looking rather proud, "These are secrets, I can't reveal them to you...but I can assure you, it will be—very—exciting! "

Fudge touched Mrs. Rosmerta's hand.

Madam Rosmerta withdrew her hand from Fudge's without a trace, then pushed him with a coquettish smile, "Minister~"

"Sorry, this is a rule, but I can give you a hint, it is a traditional activity that has been interrupted for a long time."