Confession

'Ding-a-ling~'

Accompanied by a crisp and melodious bell ringing, the bar door was pushed open.

Three Little Wizard braved the wind and snow to enter.

Just then, a few people got up and left the bar, so the three of them found an empty table in the corner and sat down.

"Bell, look over there! Isn't that Harry?"

Hermione suddenly tugged at Bell and asked in surprise.

Following the direction his girlfriend was pointing, Bell saw that Harry and Neville were sitting at a table, while Ron got up and walked towards the bar, seemingly to buy some drinks.

"It's Harry, what's wrong?"

Bell looked at his girlfriend with a puzzled expression.

Harry is just Harry. He's been in the same school for over two years. What's so surprising about that now?

"You don't know, Harry didn't get his uncle's signed permission, so he shouldn't be allowed to come to Hogsmeade!"

Hermione said seriously, earning a glare from Bell.

Seeing his girlfriend's serious expression, Bell initially thought something serious had happened.

In the end, it was just that Harry broke the School Rules again.

Well, it seems this is indeed a huge deal for Hermione.

"Oh dear! Have you forgotten? Black's target is Harry! What if Harry finds out that Black has snuck out like this? He'll be killed!"

Seeing that her boyfriend didn't realize the seriousness of the situation, Hermione stomped her feet in frustration.

She had only learned about this from Bell (actually, it was Shanna). How come Bell has forgotten now?

So, has Bell forgotten about this?

No! Of course he hadn't forgotten!

He never even bothered to remember it, so how could he possibly forget it?

"No, I have to tell Professor McGonagall! We can't let Harry wander around outside like this!"

As she spoke, Hermione was about to stand up.

Bell quickly reached out and held his girlfriend down.

Although he preferred staying in the common room to Hogsmeade, he didn't want to end the date for that reason.

As the saying goes, speak of the devil, and he appears. Before Bell could say anything, another series of clear bell sounds rang out, and several adult wizards entered the bar. One of those figures was none other than Professor McGonagall.

"Great! It's Professor McGonagall! Bell, let me go, I need to tell Professor McGonagall!"

Although she didn't know why Bell had restrained her, she could deal with that later. Right now, she needed to hurry and find Professor McGonagall; what if that cunning Harry slipped away?

However, Bell did not release Hermione as promised.

"Hermione, if you want to go see Professor McGonagall, of course I won't stop you."

However, I want to remind you of something first.

If you tell Professor McGonagall that Harry snuck out, the angry professor will definitely deduct a lot of Gryffindor House Points.

So, are you sure you want to do that?

If Hermione's accusation leads to Gryffindor losing dozens or even hundreds of House Points, then those dim-witted Little Lions will definitely ostracize Hermione.

The Little Lions have a history of doing this.

Although Bell didn't care what others thought of him, Hermione wasn't him. Bell didn't want his girlfriend to be ostracized by her classmates in the same house.

"... But... but..."

Hermione only realized the problem after Bell reminded her.

Just now, all she could think about was Harry's safety, and she completely forgot about the House Points.

The thought of Gryffindor losing several points because of her sent chills down Hermione's spine. Although, strictly speaking, she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Besides, the streets outside are Dementor; there's no way Black could be here. Probably."

To be honest, Bell really thought that Black might be hiding in Hogsmeade.

After all, there aren't many places around Hogwarts where one can hide. Besides the Forbidden Forest, Hogsmeade is the only other option.

Not to mention, since Black was able to escape from Azkaban, which was teeming with Dementor, it's not surprising that he could evade Dementor search.

Sizzle!

Before Hermione could finish weighing the pros and cons, a sharp, piercing scraping sound suddenly rang out, Percy jumped to his feet.

"What are you going to do?"

Penelope looked at her boyfriend with a puzzled expression, wondering what had suddenly gotten into him.

"Hmph! I'm going to find Professor McGonagall and tell her that Harry secretly ran away here."

Percy looked down at Bell with disdain in his eyes.

Actually, he didn't think Harry was in any danger. Just like Bell said, there were so many Dementor patrolling outside.

However, as the saying goes, he must oppose what the enemy supports, and he must unconditionally support what the enemy opposes!

Bell doesn't want Hermione to report Harry, so he's determined to report Harry!

As for whether it will result in Gryffindor House losing points?

Percy is willing to go all out today as long as he can prevent Bell from getting his way!

There's nothing we can do; he's just that upright and incorruptible!

Watching Percy stride toward Professor McGonagall's Percy, Bell cast a questioning glance at Penelope across the table.

Is Percy that kind of "character"?

Penelope rolled her eyes at Bell.

Little did she know.

Percy walked to a spot not far from Professor McGonagall, and then he suddenly stopped.

Who did he see?!

That person... could it be that he is the great Minister Fudge?!

Percy had seen Fudge's picture in the Daily Prophet.

To be precise, he collected photos of all the high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic so that he wouldn't miss the opportunity to meet them one day.

Percy quickly tidied his clothes and hair, and also polished the Student Council President badge on his chest to make it shine even brighter.

Clearing his throat, Percy continued walking forward...

"Despicable, vile traitor!"

A deafening roar echoed through the bar.

Hagrid's sudden shout not only attracted the attention of the entire bar, but also caused Percy, who was completely unprepared, to twist his ankle and almost fall to the ground.

Percy hurriedly grabbed a chair nearby to steady himself. But the sound of the chair scraping against the floor attracted the attention of a group of people at a table not far away.

"Mr. Weasley, is there anything I can help you with?"

Professor McGonagall gave Percy a stern look. She suspected that Percy had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

Percy quickly stood up straight, head held high and chest out.

The great Minister for Magic is watching him closely, and he must present his best self to him.

"Yes, Professor. I just saw Harry there."

Percy pointed to the table where Harry, his two friends, and his companion were sitting. From his current angle, he could only see three pairs of feet.

Clearly, the three hid under the table immediately after discovering Professor McGonagall and the others entering the bar.