"Burp..." Hagrid swayed as he pushed open the pub's wooden door, and the howling cold wind swirled inside.
"Are you all right, Hagrid?" Su Er looked at him worriedly, with a rather bad feeling that Hagrid might simply lie down by the roadside in a moment.
"Hehe, burp..." Hagrid grinned foolishly at Su Er, his eyes bleary with drink. "I... I'm fine... Su Er."
This was fine? He looked exactly like a drunk who'd had far too much.
"I'm afraid we won't make it back to the Castle tonight." Su Er could almost see himself spending the night in the snow alongside Hagrid, with the sky for a blanket and the ground for a bed.
Not knowing how far the Castle was from here, he rubbed his brow with a headache.
"Burp..." Hagrid kept belching, and even the icy air did nothing to sober him up.
It looked as though they could only find somewhere to spend the night. Su Er looked around, but found no suitable building with a sign offering lodging.
They could only keep walking.
"Oh, the Hog... Hog's Head!" Hagrid suddenly spoke up. "This... this is a... burp... wonderful place too..."
"Go... burp... Nor... Norbert was got... got here."
Su Er could not help rubbing his forehead. You've drunk so much, and you still haven't forgotten to introduce places to me. What an effort.
The Hog's Head, though? Su Er looked at the solitary wooden building at the end of the street, set apart from its surroundings just like the Shrieking Shack.
"Why don't we go over and ask whether they have somewhere to stay? I seem to remember that the owner here is Dumbledore's brother?"
While Su Er was still considering it, Hagrid was already walking over, muttering to himself.
"I wonder how my baby