v2 Chapter 967： First meeting (1/2)

Indeed, Fudge is not the kind of person who can hold his breath.

If the Ministry of Magic really has such a powerful weapon, he will now come up with Dumbledore.

But if it’s not a weapon, what do the members of the Order of the Phoenix guard with in the Ministry of Magic?

Or what exactly does Voldemort want?

Since the resurrection came back, he disappeared in a direct light, hidden in the dark, but he was planning something in Norway and the Ministry of Magic.

What happened in Norway, Ivan is not clear, but he knows that the Ministry of Magic is a memory ball about prophecy. Voldemort wants to figure out why he failed in the past. From this point of view, because he sees death too much, he seems It is a person who especially believes in ”destiny”.

They just walked to the bar and the bar owner flashed from a back door and greeted them.

Aberforth is a grumpy old man with a long pile of long gray hair and a beard. It is a bit like Dumbledore. He is tall and thin, his eyes are almost the same, but his beard is shorter. The lines on my face are also much harder.

I have to say that this is another kind of alien blood family, with the name of a weirdo.

”What do you want?” he muttered and asked, it seemed that they were not surprised by Ai Wen's appearance, but his eyes swept quickly.

He paused for a moment on Harry's forehead and then looked at Ai Wen again.

”Come on five bottles of butter beer,” Hermione said quickly.

He bent over and pulled out three dusty, dirty bottles from under the counter and replayed them on the bar.

”Ten West,” he said.

”I am coming, do you have a bigger box upstairs?” Ai Wen said, handing over the silver coins. ”We will have a private party, there are many people coming, and sitting downstairs may be inconvenient.”

”No, this place is the biggest here, the rooms are all upstairs!” Aberforth replied rudely, putting the money that Aiwen gave him into an old wooden money cabinet, the drawers sliding automatically and swallowing the money. Go in.

”This guy is too bad, it seems like someone will come here to live.”

Several people picked up their own butter beer and quickly retreated to a table farthest from the bar and sat down.

At this point, the man with a dirty gray bandage banged the counter with his knuckles, did not speak, but soon got a smoky drink from the bar owner.

”This is not a bad thing, isn't it, what do you think?” Ron suddenly looked at the bar with great enthusiasm and muttered, ”What can we think of here, I dare say that guy is sure He will sell it to us, he doesn’t care so much. To be honest, I always wanted to taste the hot whisky...”

”Don't forget, you are a leader, Ron!” said Hermione wickedly.

”Hey!” said Ron, the smile on his face disappeared. ”Yes, you must lead by example.”

“Who are you guys who have contacted us to meet us?” Harry asked, unscrewing the rusty cap of his bottle of butter beer and taking a swig. “I informed Neville, Dean, Hufflepuff's Ernie, and the rest of the team, in addition to the autumn, I met her alone on the field a few days ago...”

”Speaking, we know a few people.” Hermione said, looking at the watch and looking anxiously at the door. ”I told Lavender and Parvati. Of course, Lavender has already been from Romania.” I know this thing, I guess there may be more than a dozen people coming, most of them are Gryffindor College.”