"Good evening, Tom. Are you... planning to close up?"
A brown-haired middle-aged man glanced around the empty bar, then turned his gaze to the owner wiping down the tables and raised a hand in greeting.
"Not yet, but almost." Old Tom tossed aside the rag and complained gloomily, "Business has been terrible lately, and there's a bunch of people eating and drinking for free. Sooner or later, I'll go out of business. What'll you have?"
"A glass of Fire Whiskey."
The middle-aged man sat down at the bar.
"There's only the cheapest stuff left in my cellar."
Old Tom returned behind the bar and poured his old acquaintance a glass of the cheapest malt liquor. "This one's on me."
"You aren't really planning to close the place, are you?"
The middle-aged man stared at the free drink before him, astonished by the state of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Probably soon." Old Tom shrugged. "Once I sell the last batch of liquor, I'm closing this place down."
"Then what'll happen to the Leaky Cauldron?"
A young red-haired man walked over, clearly quite surprised by Old Tom's decision.
"Nothing. Whoever wants to take it over can take it over. It's a losing business anyway." Old Tom looked up at the newcomer, seeming to recall something, and blurted out, "A bottle of Bole Wine, right?"
"That's right. Looks like you still remember."
Percy took several Galleons from his pocket and placed them on the table.
"Ever since you wrote to me last time, I've been saving it for you. I'll go get it." Naturally, Old Tom could not let all the good liquor in the bar be squandered away. After the Death Eaters began eating and drinking for free, he had quietly moved most of the expensive liquor from the cellar. Otherwise, if he