Chapter 725

Then they left Honeydukes together. Only then did Harry feel the cold.

He put his Invisibility Cloak back on.

Wrapped tightly around himself, Darren was also extremely cold.

Even a Warming Charm couldn't withstand the consumption of such cold wind!

"Let's go to The Three Broomsticks to drink Butterbeer, hurry up, warm up our bodies!" Ron suggested.

Everyone had no objections.

Even Harry agreed very much.

Then they finally sat down at The Three Broomsticks.

This was a small inn.

Its landlady was Madam Rosmerta. This was a lady with great charm. Her figure was excellent, and her face was also beautiful. The men coming and going all stared with wide eyes.

Ron blushed.

He stood up hesitantly and said, "I'll go order the drinks!"

Darren naturally also saw this lady.

He lamented and thought about his age. In the end, he could only decadently decide to drink a few more cups.

However, when Ron came over with a tray.

He discovered that the four cups of Butterbeer that should have been there had now become three cups of Butterbeer and one cup of lemon juice.

"Oh, this juice is yours…"

Hermione took the juice and placed it in front of Darren.

This was something she specifically asked Ron to get.

She saw Darren's confused look and said somewhat shyly, "If you want to drink, we can take it back to drink; let's forget it here. You wouldn't want to drink here and then stay here to sleep, right?"

Sleep? With whom? Madam Rosmerta? Uh.

He probably needs to grow up a bit more.

*Cough. *

Hermione probably didn't mean that.

Only then did Darren remember that when he was in his second year, in order to make it smooth for Hermione and the others to sneak into the Slytherin common room, he deliberately pretended to be drunk.

In the end, he was sent to the infirmary.

Although that was because he was talking to Gellert.

But clearly, Hermione and the others took it to heart.

As a little Saint Father, Darren naturally couldn't insist on drinking Butterbeer; he could only pick up the lemonade.

And drank it all in one gulp.

A gust of cold wind blew through his hair. Darren shivered violently.

He looked back.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, and Fudge were walking in smiling. *Boom! *

Hermione immediately pulled the Christmas tree in the corner of the inn over with her wand without hesitation, blocking it in front of them.

And she kicked Harry under the table while she was at it.

"Shut up, if you get discovered, consequences at your own risk!"