Chapter 463 Party at the Three Broomsticks Bar

Sirius' explanation failed to ease the atmosphere. The owner of Honeydukes still looked at him with horrified eyes.

Anyone who sees the fugitive who murdered more than a dozen Muggles listed on the wanted poster appears openly in front of him will feel fear, even if the fugitive is said to have been exonerated.

Fortunately, Dumbledore quickly walked over with Ron, and after some explanations, an own incident was avoided.

Although this was just a small episode, it still poured cold water on Harry and others who were happily preparing to go to Hogsmeade to celebrate.

So after buying a lot of weird candies, Ivan and others did not stay there longer, but were going to the Three Broomsticks Bar to find a remote place to party.

"How could the boss there be like this? We bought so many things there, but he wants to drive us away!" After coming out of the Honeydukes store, Harry was still a little unhappy and said very dissatisfied.

"This is normal, Harry! It always takes them some time to accept my new identity!" Sirius was very open-minded, he had long been used to it.

Even when he was at Hogwarts, the situation was similar. Except for some students in Gryffindor who didn't care about his identity, the young wizards in other colleges still avoided him in fear.

In fact, Sirius was a little worried that the owner of the Three Broomsticks Bar would also kick them out, so that today's celebration gathering would not be possible.

Fortunately, the situation was not that bad. The owner there, Ms. Rosmerta, was very reasonable. She ran a bar and was very well-informed. She was not surprised when she saw Sirius.

"Mr. Black, congratulations on your new life!" Ms. Rosmerta poured a glass of butterbeer and pushed it in front of Sirius, saying with a smile on her face.

"I'm treating you to this cup for free."

"Thank you, ma'am!" Sirius was a little flattered. After taking the cup and raising his hand to signal, he drank it in one gulp.

"I haven't had this for a long time, and the taste still hasn't changed at all!" Sirius sighed happily, swaying the empty cup on the table, and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve.

"By the way, we are going to find a place to celebrate here. It won't disturb your business, right?" Sirius glanced inside the bar. It was quite lively here. Most of the round tables were full of people, with only a few vacancies.

However, with his arrival, the atmosphere inside cooled down a bit, and everyone turned their attention here, staring at Sirius with suspicious and wary eyes.

"As long as they pay, I have no reason to drive away my guests!" Ms. Rosmerta put away the empty glass and said with a smile.

"That's right!" Sirius also laughed. He increased his volume, looked around at the other people in the bar, and said.

"That's better than this. To celebrate my successful exoneration, all the purchases in the Three Broomsticks tonight will be my treat!"

As he spoke, Sirius took out a handful of gold Galleons from the wizard's robe and sprinkled it on the counter as a deposit.

These gold Galleons were all a little pocket money he took out when he bought the Firebolt, and kept them in the pocket of the wizard's robe.

Although the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic searched him when they tied him up, they did not dare to take the money away, so they kept it, which is just in time for use now.

Sirius's boldness shocked the wizards in the whole tavern, and then there was applause and cheers in the tavern, and the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Boss, three more bottles, no, ten bottles of butterbeer!"

"Hahaha Mr. Black is so grand! Boss, bring me thirty bottles of rum, I will die here drunk today!"

"Davis would be furious if he knew the drinks were free tonight, but it's his bad luck that he didn't come today."

For most drunken drunkards, as long as they can drink for free, even staying in a pub with a murderer is not unacceptable.

What's more, Sirius seems to have cleared his suspicions, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Looking at the greatly changed attitudes of the guests in the tavern, Ivan was dumbfounded for a moment. He didn't know whether to say that Sirius was taken advantage of, or that he was smart and flexible.

Because for Sirius who is not short of money, being able to celebrate without being disturbed may be more important than a few hundred galleons.

Amidst the toasts of a few drunken drinkers, Ivan and others found an empty seat and sat down, piling all the snacks they bought on the table.

Sirius took a bottle of mead and redcurrant rum from another table and poured a glass for everyone.

Harry and Ron were very happy. They had always wanted to taste what real wine tasted like but had never had the chance.

However, after Sirius swung the wine around on their glasses, he stopped again, glanced at Dumbledore, and then patted his head, as if he had just remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, you are not old enough to drink yet!"

Sirius shook his head regretfully, turned to look at Ms. Rosmerta and shouted loudly.

"Boss, please have a few glasses of violet water and snail cherry syrup soda, no ice!"

"No, this is what you should drink!" When the drink cup was served, Sirius said seriously.

Harry and Ron's expressions became disappointed, but they did not have the courage to violate school rules in front of Professor Dumbledore.

So in the end, only Sirius and Dumbledore were drinking, while Ivan and others could only drink obediently.

Just eating snacks and drinking drinks, congratulating Sirius for finally being redressed amidst laughter and laughter.

At first, everyone seemed a little restrained because of Dumbledore's presence, but soon they found that the old professor was also able to play, and would make some jokes with them from time to time.

Sirius even secretly added a little mead to Harry and others' drinking glasses to let them have a taste, but Dumbledore turned a blind eye and pretended not to have seen anything.

When Ivan was chatting, he also stared at Dumbledore's every move with some distraction. He keenly noticed that the old professor deliberately used his left hand to complete everything, while his right hand was always hidden. In the sleeve.

This made Ivan feel even more strange. If Phoenix Fox hadn't stayed very intimately on Dumbledore's shoulder, he would have doubted whether the Dumbledore in front of him was someone else pretending to be him.

Or is there some reason why I can't use the other hand?