This Hogwarts is not normal

Sirius has been staying at the Broken Ax Bar recently, and the purpose of returning to Hogwarts this time is not simple.

He could no longer stand the various activities arranged by the Ministry of Magic, so he returned to school to take refuge.

Hogsmeade, Hog's Head Pub.

Sirius, who had returned to his human form, sat at the bar and drank three glasses of firewhiskey under the watchful eyes of the children.

"Ha--I really miss this taste!"

Aberforth gave him another drink.

Nearly 20 years have passed, and the four children who secretly came here to drink have changed their minds.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the burning pain brought by Firewhiskey that can dispel the numbness and unreality.

Sirius picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Perhaps because of the effect of the alcohol, he frowned slightly.

As soon as Aberforth finished pouring the wine, he drank it again in one gulp.

His brows furrowed even more tightly, probably thinking of those troublesome things.

It is indeed easy to become more and more depressed when drinking alone. It should be much better to find someone to accompany you.

Sirius looked towards Aberforth.

Not at all like his brother Albus, and I don't know if he would like a drink.

He turned to look at the children sitting around.

Basically, he is not a well-behaved and good student, so if he drinks a little bit, there should be no problem.

Sirius shook the wine glass in his hand, "Would you like some?"

Harry and Ron hesitated for a moment, and finally shook their heads in refusal.

The legal drinking age in the UK is 18.

However, children over the age of 5 can legally drink alcohol under the guidance of their parents.

Fred and George stood up and pushed them towards the bar.

"Harry, he is your godfather, do you want to have a taste too?"

"Ronnie, what's so good about butterbeer, and we won't tell anyone about it."

Aberforth shook his head helplessly and poured them four glasses of firewhiskey.

Harry and Ron said they didn't want to drink, but when the wine glasses were placed in front of them, they both looked at it eagerly.

The twins raised their wine glasses high, "Celebrating the freedom of Little Black, Mr. Black!"

Sirius curled his lips, seemingly still minding the teasing they had just made.

He raised his glass to the other children, "What about you? Do you want to have a drink too?"

Hermione and Daphne raised their ice-cold Cokes, while Cedric and Rolf waved in silence.

Vincent stood up and walked to the bar.

"Celebrating our return to joyful campus life!"

After clinking glasses together, he and Sirius drank it all in one gulp.

George and Fred were not as fast as them, while Harry and Ron still drank slowly with grimaces on their faces.

Firewhiskey is like burning your throat in your mouth, but it does have a unique charm that seems to bring infinite courage.

After three rounds, only Sirius and Vincent were left at the bar.

"Ha-I didn't expect you to be so good at drinking."

"It's probably because of my physical condition. My dad is very good at drinking."

Sirius suddenly realized.

When he was serving time in Azkaban, he had heard the new inmates talk about Vincent's father.

Eric Wayne is the only man in three hundred years to successfully challenge Gamp's old social wine.

Although he is a Muggle, the shock he brings to wizards is no less than that of a disabled person participating in the Olympic Games and winning the Olympic Games, and even setting a world record in one fell swoop.

Three more rounds passed, and Vincent still acted like a normal person.

Sirius shook his head, "It seems that my drinking ability has declined, and it has actually declined to this extent."

The glass of firewhiskey was very small, and the two of them together were less than half a bottle.

Is it really because of the decline in drinking?

Vincent shook his head slightly at Aberforth, indicating that there was no need to continue pouring the wine.

"There is a saying in the far east, which is that if you have wine, you will eventually get drunk. If you drink wine, you will be sad and sad."

He turned the glass upside down and said, "This sentence means that if you don't have wine, you must get drunk. When you have troubles, drinking will only make you more and more worried."

Sirius was a little stunned, "It seems that you are a good person to talk to."

Vincent stood up from the bar, "Sorry, I'm not the most suitable one."

Of course you have to find Dumbledore for the job of spiritual mentor, and Lupine is more suitable than him.

But isn’t it time to catch up?

Sirius pulled Vincent to sit back, "How about chatting with me?"

"What to talk about?"

"causal talk."

Just when Vincent made up his mind to end the conversation, the first thing Sirius talked about was Azkaban.

The prisoners inside have no human rights, and the floors are even divided according to the severity of the crime.

Dementors usually stay in the sky, so the higher they go, the more torture they get.

Not only Vincent was interested, but everyone pricked up their ears.

"Which floor do Quirrell and Lockhart live on?"

Sirius thought for a moment, "The bald fool and the bald liar?"

"Yes, yes, it's them."

"They are both on the same floor as me, and the cell is quite close to the Death Eaters."

One is drooling all day long, and the other is so crazy that he thinks he is a famous person.

Alas, these two poor people were taken advantage of by Voldemort.

According to their real crime, they actually couldn't live in a single room on the top floor.

The injustice was not unfair, but the Ministry of Magic was too eager to cover up the news about Voldemort, which led to the birth of two scapegoats.

Sirius stood up and walked to the wine shelf, and picked up a bottle of whiskey under Aberforth's gaze.

"In fact, there are many innocent people like me in Azkaban, but they have basically been tortured by the dementors so crazy that they can't even remember their own names."

If he had to be rehabilitated, he would have been rehabilitated long ago. After so many years, even his relatives have probably given up.

Sirius had just uncorked the bottle when Vincent handed him the wine glass.

The corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he poured the wine reluctantly.

"Over the years, I have always remembered my innocence and the traitor who betrayed James and Lily.

If it weren't for this, I think I would be like them and would have been tortured to the point of going crazy."

Everyone felt their noses were sore, even Aberforth.

"Come on." Sirius was particularly optimistic, smiling and raising his glass high, "celebrate that we finally caught the traitor!"

Not only Vincent, everyone raised their glasses high, even Aberforth poured himself a glass of whiskey.

The trial is next Sunday, and the public opinion outside the world is now unanimously in favor of the death penalty.

The people's wishes are clear, and the Ministry of Magic urgently needs a fair trial to maintain its little remaining authority.

Various topics were opened one after another, and the Pig Head Bar suddenly became lively.

The children surrounded Sirius and asked questions, and he patiently answered them one by one.

When Fred and George asked him how he would treat the rich girls in the support club, he turned dark for a moment.

This is one of those annoying things. Since the Weasley twins dare to ask, he really dares to answer.

"If it weren't for the victim persona created by the Ministry of Magic, I would have run over and told them not to bother me."

Unexpectedly, he is still a straight man.

But unlike Vincent's deliberate performance, he should really not be interested in the opposite sex.

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