Chapter 50 The Hogsmeade Search (Happy Christmas Eve)
On one side is Hogsmeade, which is full of laughter and laughter after the students enter, and on the other side are the hungry and angry dementors. It is no wonder that there is a conflict.
Hearing this, Tom, Hermione and Ms. Rosmerta all sighed.
Then Ms. Rosmerta took out a brochure from somewhere and handed it to Tom. Tom opened it and saw that it was the menu of The Three Broomsticks.
"One red wine braised beef and one bacon pasta, Hermione, what do you want to eat?" Tom quickly glanced at the menu and ordered two of his favorite dishes.
Hermione thought for a while, "Then let's have a paella and a shot of butterbeer."
The butterbeer she ordered this time was not the small cup of beer that Ms. Rosmerta gave her, but a large can with a capacity of nearly one liter. The upper layer was white foam with a rich butter aroma, and the lower layer was warm butterbeer.
It is most suitable to drink when the weather is cold. It is full of calories and brings a strong sense of satisfaction.
The Three Broomsticks is indeed a bar run by wizards. The food served is not as sloppy as a British Muggle restaurant. Within five minutes of ordering, a large tray flew to Tom with their order on it.
Hermione scooped up a spoonful of paella, pursed her lips, blew on it twice, and then ate it. Originally, Hermione wouldn't have high hopes for a meal in a bar, but this spoonful of seafood
The meal still surprised her.
The rice is steamed just right, with the right amount of dryness and wetness, and is paired with mushrooms, crab meat, tofu, corn kernels and thick soup. After eating, a complex aroma explodes in the mouth. This spoonful of paella has a great taste in terms of texture and taste.
All did their best.
When Hermione scooped up the second spoonful, she saw Tom looking at her eagerly, so she stretched the spoon forward and said, "Open your mouth, ah——"
Tom opened his mouth, and a spoon full of steaming paella was stuffed into his mouth.
"Uh-huh!" Tom started dancing - the rice was too hot, and he struggled for a while to recover. Hermione opposite him had already collapsed in her seat with laughter.
Tom kicked her calf, "Stop laughing!" he said in mock anger, but it was of no use.
Tom also picked up a piece of beef covered in sauce with a fork and handed it to Hermione's mouth. Hermione smiled slyly: Do you think I am you? Will you get burned because of your gluttony? This is impossible.
She blew on the piece of beef and then swallowed it in one gulp.
"The stew is very soft," she thought about it for a moment, feeling a little unfinished, "I want more!"
"Yeah!" Tom handed over another piece.
"It's delicious, I want more!" Hermione's eyes narrowed into slits.
…
Soon, there was not much beef on the plate. You took a piece and I took a piece, and most of them went into Hermione's belly. Soon, there was only the last piece of beef left. This piece of meat may have been taken from the beef brisket, which did not look so lean.
, with a little fat in the texture, which is the most delicious.
Hermione bit down again, but missed. She opened her eyes and found that the meat was a few inches in front of her. She struck again, but missed again - Tom retracted the meat a little when she touched it.
, so that she could not eat the meat.
Hermione: Are you on to something!
Hermione watched Tom put the meat into his mouth, leaned forward, and held the piece of beef with his front teeth. Hermione moved forward directly, took Tom's beef with her mouth, and wiped the grease stars from the corner of his mouth.
.But it seemed to have the opposite effect. The sauce on Tom's face was not wiped off, but spread out.
Tom and Hermione suddenly felt a chill when they were halfway through eating, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Hermione, do you feel like it's getting cold in here?" Tom asked with some confusion. At first, he thought someone came in from outside and left the door open, but when he turned to look at the door of the bar, he found that the door was closed.
It fits tightly and shows no signs of being opened.
"Indeed, it's getting cold." Hermione's expression became serious, and her wand appeared in her hand. This strange feeling seemed familiar... Hermione's mind moved slightly, remembering the time when she and Tom were together.
The dementor she encountered on the Hogwarts Express felt very similar now to what she felt then. A thought appeared in Hermione's mind, making her feel chills and trembling. She had already guessed that it was outside.
What happened? A ridiculous feeling came to my mind.
She looked at Tom and saw him mouthing three words to her: Dementor.
"How is that possible? How could the Ministry of Magic allow Dementors to operate in the wizarding community!" Hermione felt incredible and even doubted her own judgment.
Not only Tom and Hermione noticed something strange, but also all the customers in the bar. Everyone stopped eating and drinking, stopped talking, and looked at the bar door in unison. Ms. Rosmerta's face suddenly became stiff.
, muttering something in his mouth: "They promised me... they promised me, why did they go back on their word and let these beasts in again?"
She immediately realized that it was Dementors searching Hogsmeade! Such a thing had happened once before, just a few days after Sirius escaped. After the search, she signed a joint statement with several shopkeepers.
Protests were made to the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic responded. They promised not to allow dementors to enter Hogsmeade, but unexpectedly they broke their promise.
Soon, everyone figured out the source of the cold air.
The door of the bar was violently pushed open, and several tall figures with hoods appeared outside the door, silently looking at the silent people in the room.
One of them still wanted to come in. Ms. Rosmerta took a step forward suddenly and squeezed out a sentence through trembling teeth: "Get out!"
Obviously, her threat was weak. The figure did not stop. On the contrary, it took another step forward provocatively. Ms. Rosmerta staggered back and fell down.
Next to the table, there was a turbulent wave.
Normally, the customers in the store would definitely not let go of this beautiful "scenery", but now they have no intention of doing so. Everyone feels as if they have been stripped naked and exposed to the cold wind. Several customers took out their clothes
They took out their own wands and shook them constantly. Wisps of silvery white mist appeared on the tips of their wands, but quickly dissipated like the flames of lighters in the wind, or like the flames coming out of the end of a cigarette that was about to be extinguished.
Remaining smoke.
Their actions seemed to annoy the dementors. They turned to those people one after another, took a deep breath, and then these brave drinkers rolled their eyes and fell down softly.