The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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 pamphlet from somewhere and handed it to Tom. Tom opened it and saw that it was the Three Broomsticks menu.

"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 moment, "Then let's have a paella and a shot of butterbeer."

The butterbeer she ordered this time was not the small cup of beer Ms. Rosmerta gave her, but a large can with a capacity of nearly one liter. The upper layer inside is white foam with rich butter aroma, and the lower layer is warm butter beer, which is best suitable for drinking when the weather is cold. Full of calories, bringing 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 paella surprised her.

The rice is steamed just right, with the right amount of moisture and dryness, and is paired with mushrooms, crab meat, tofu, corn kernels and thick soup. After eating, a complex aroma explodes in your mouth. This spoonful of paella has the best texture and taste.

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 before he recovered. Hermione opposite him had already collapsed on 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 his 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 must be 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 to slits.

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Soon, there wasn't much beef on the plate, and each piece went into Hermione's stomach. Soon, only the last piece of beef was left. This piece of meat may have come from the brisket. It didn't look so lean, but had a little fat in the texture, which was the most delicious.

Hermione bit down again, but missed. She opened her eyes and found the meat a few inches in front of her. She struck again, but missed again - Tom retracted the meat a little the moment she touched it. , so that she could not eat the meat.

Hermione: Are you on to something!

Hermione watched as Tom put the meat into his mouth, leaning forward and holding the piece of beef between his front teeth. Hermione moved forward, took Tom's meat with her mouth, and wiped the oily spots from the corners 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 were halfway through their meal when they suddenly felt a chill and he shuddered.

"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 fit tightly and showed no signs of being opened.

"Indeed, it's getting cold." Hermione's expression turned serious, and her wand appeared in her hand. This strange feeling seemed a little familiar... Hermione's mind moved slightly, and she remembered the Dementor she and Tom had encountered on the Hogwarts Express. The feeling now was very similar to that then. A thought appeared in Hermione's mind, making her feel a chill and tremble. She already guessed what was going on outside. A sense of absurdity came to mind.

She looked at Tom and saw him mouthing three words to her: Dementor.

"How is it 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 the customers in the entire bar. Everyone stopped eating and drinking, stopped talking, and looked at the bar door in unison. Ms. Rosmerta's face suddenly became stiff, and she muttered something: "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! This happened once before, just a few days after Sirius escaped. After the search, she and several shop owners jointly lodged a protest with the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic also responded, and they promised not to let it happen again. The dementors entered Hogsmeade casually, but they didn't expect that 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 hooded figures 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 miss this beautiful "scenery", but now they have no such intention at all. Everyone feels as if they have been stripped naked and exposed to the cold wind. Several customers took out their wands and shook them constantly. Wisps of silver-white mist appeared on the tips of their wands, but they quickly dissipated like lighter flames in the wind, and seemed to be extinguished. The remaining smoke from the cigarette butt.

Their actions seemed to annoy the dementors. They turned to those people and took a deep breath. The brave drinkers rolled their eyes and fell down softly.

At this moment, Hermione stood up.