Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 140: Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail
Matthew and Neville, following Hermione, climbed up the hillside.
The weather is fine, the wind is blowing, and the weeds are overgrown on the hillside.
Compared with the noisy streets of Hogsmeade, this hillside looks very deserted, with almost no people to be seen.
But this is definitely good news for Matthew, so that no one can disturb him to eavesdrop on Slughorn's conversation; Repair "letting the wind".
Matthew put the soft little ear that Hermione gave him to his ear——
There was a "ton ton ton" sound from inside.
Horace Slughorn appears to be swigging his favorite mead.
"Great, Rosmerta!" He said excitedly, "Today's mead seems to taste better than before."
Then, Mr. Rosmerta's voice sounded: "Yes, professor. This is Cherovina mead imported from Slovakia. It has not been opened before. You are the first person to enjoy it... "
"Yes, yes," Slughorn said with a smile, "I have to take a few bottles back to the office and enjoy it slowly...Speaking of which, you are such a clever little ghost, Rosmerta, from the time you were a student From the beginning, your business acumen has always been great..."
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Listening and listening, Matthew couldn't help but frowned.
Mr. Rosmerta, the owner of the Two Broomsticks Bar, seemed to be sitting next to Slughorn...they started talking about the old days...
This made Matthew think that Miss Elaine Shafik had already left.
And at the other end——
"This girl is a first-year freshman. I don't seem to have seen it before. It's a bit strange..." Rosmerta said suddenly.
"Yes," Slughorn introduced, "little Shafik is only eleven years old this year."
"That's quite rare, to be appreciated by Professor Slughorn at a young age," Rosmerta complimented, "Miss Shafik, your future must be limitless... Come, have a taste of mead, It tastes great!"
Eileen Shafik whispered a few polite words over there.
"How is the business recently, Rosmerta?" Slughorn said comfortably over there.
It seems that Mr. Rosmerta really handed over the business of the bar to his wife, and then stayed with Slughorn and the others.
Matthew just wanted him to get out of here...at least before Slughorn finished his mead.
"Don't mention it!" Mr. Rosmerta sighed, with indescribable loneliness in his tone:
"Did you know that in the past month, those dementors have searched my bar three times...Many old customers couldn't stand it and were scared away by those monsters...this has an impact on business Bad, bad... Hogwarts students are allowed to come to Hogsmeade today, so it seems that business is not bad..."
It seems that although the dementors guarding the campus are deterred by Principal Grindelwald's "obscenity" and dare not enter the castle of Hogwarts; they still cannot settle down. Eager to absorb the happiness of wizards, or Muggles.
Two broomsticks, a place that is usually lively, has become the "hardest hit area" of victims.
"This is an extraordinary time... hiccup..." Professor Slughorn hiccupped embarrassingly, "Actually, I don't like those guys either, they always remind people of unpleasant things..."
"...and Longbottom told me that they were very annoyed at Grindelwald - because the headmaster didn't let them enter the castle..."
"Let me pour you another glass." Rosmerta said suddenly, "However, the degree of this mead is a bit high."
"It's okay, I drink a lot...Although I usually force myself to drink at most one glass of wine a day...but this mead tastes really great!" Slughorn said intermittently.
His voice sounded a little drunk.
Then, there was a rushing sound of running water.
"The Dementors...they're here to protect us from something much worse... We all know that something big has happened in Azkaban..." Slughorn continued.
"I really don't understand," Mr. Rosmerta continued to sigh, "It is indeed unheard of that there are three fugitives in Azkaban... However, this has nothing to do with Hogwarts and Hogwarts. What does it matter to Maude? No matter how stupid those fugitives are, they wouldn't dare to break into Hogwarts where Principal Grindelwald and Principal Rozier are!"
Matthew immediately pricked up his ears, because this was also the question he had been wondering about.
"Because you don't understand...you don't understand..." Slughorn said, his voice sounding a little hazy:
"Rosmerta, do you remember what happened fifteen years ago?"
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Fifteen years ago?
Matthew counted, that is, 1977...three years before Harry Potter was born...which class of students was Severus Snape in the original book~IndoMTL.com~When they were in the seventh grade .
"Fifteen years ago, so far away; I'm afraid I've forgotten." Mr. Rosmerta seemed to shake his head.
"No, you definitely won't forget...the students of Gryffindor College..." Slughorn suddenly lowered his voice:
"James Potter... Sirius Black... and Peter Pedillo..."
Fortunately, Neville stuck the buttons on the back of Slughorn's chair... so that Matthew could barely hear Slughorn's voice clearly.
"When you said that, I remembered it!" Mr. Rosmerta said quickly:
"James Potter and Sirius Black, they like to come to my place to drink butterbeer... It's so funny, I still remember it, two funny little guys, often make me laugh, like an actor Like a double spring..."
"...Of course, there is also their good friend Peter Pediru, that little chubby boy who often follows them like a follower...and James' deadly enemy Severus Snape, They once had a fight in my bar...their gang, I still remember it vividly!" There was a memory in Mr. Rosmerta's voice.
Then, he became a little disappointed again: "But after that, I haven't seen them... It should be graduation... They didn't come back to see..."
"No." Horace Slughorn said in a low voice, "It's not that they graduated... The superficial statement is that they were suspected of extreme magic research and were expelled from Hogwarts..."
"...Actually, they did something terrible...then they were forced to escape from Hogwarts..." Professor Slughorn's voice became more and more serious:
"James, Sirius and Peter, they fled for a few years, and then they were captured by the Aurors..."