Hogsmeade was already packed with Hogwarts students, and the Three Broomsticks Pub was crowded and noisy. Cheryl carried a large tray piled with Butterbeer and snacks as she wove through the crowd.
Madam Rosmerta, still graceful and curvaceous, immediately swayed over to them when she saw Allen. "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, how lovely to see you."
Her shiny high heels edged a little closer to Allen, and she said worriedly, "Professor Harris, lately there have been all sorts of... rumors about you flying around. This won't have too much of an effect on you, will it? If there's anything I can do to help, just say the word. As long as I can help, I certainly will..."
"Thank you for your kindness, Madam Rosmerta, but there's no need to trouble yourself. No matter what happens, I imagine these little matters won't even delay our drinks business by a bit..." Allen reassured her politely. He sensed that she was actually worried that if he was driven out of the school, or even if the Harris Family fell, he would no longer have her regularly deliver alcohol to be poured into the Black Lake for the Giant Squid.
"I don't believe a single word of those rumors in the papers," Madam Rosmerta stressed in a low voice, then glanced around a little anxiously. Only after discovering that no one was paying attention did she relax. "Don't worry, Professor Harris. I prepare different-flavored drinks every day to send to the Black Lake. There have absolutely been no delays, and I can absolutely guarantee the quality too. Miss Granger is very rigorous about her work, and she even conducts spot checks from time to time!"
"Madam Rosmerta, please bring us two slices of heavy cheesecake." Hermione forced out a strained smile by way of