HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 287 3 Brooms

After all, it wasn't some secret meeting that could be hidden from the public.

So the location was chosen as the Three Broomsticks.

Of course, even if there was no Three Broomsticks, the meeting would not have been chosen at the Hog's Head.

Aberforth would probably have split open if he had seen a group of Saints - enemies he had met before and who had almost killed his son - gathering in the Hog's Head.

Most of the bars here are small hotels, which also serve as inns. The group of foreign old wizards from Germany, France, Austria and other places, who were in a hurry but could not hide their excitement, booked the clean room of the Three Broomsticks.

Well, that's just in time. Mrs. Rostamer will take care of the meals, so the residents don't have to worry too much.

It was just a gathering of core saints, so they unanimously did not bring their clumsy younger generations - if there was anything that needed to be done, they could just communicate the orders through the two-way mirrors connected in pairs.

After dinner, Dumbledore and Grindelwald strolled through Hogsmeade.

The headmaster naturally has the privilege of strolling around Hogsmeade village on weekdays...

The weather was a little chilly, but for an adult wizard, it only took a warming spell to do it.

He had wanted to stop by the Hog's Head Inn to see his brother, but Dumbledore glanced at his and Grindelwald's tightly clasped hands with a headache.

…Forget it.

Aberforth would not be pleased.

Next time, when I have time, I will definitely...

Hmm? It seems that this "next time for sure" is a bit too familiar.

A few minutes after crossing the road, I entered the Three Broomsticks pub.

Because it was a weekday, the flow of people inside was not too crowded and noisy, and the environment was nice - one cannot underestimate the charm and connections of the hostess, Mrs. Rostamer.

As usual, Dumbledore walked towards the large bar which was bright, clean and warm.

Grindelwald first casually greeted the old subordinates of the Saints who had already taken their seats, placed their orders, and gathered at a table.

Dumbledore loved to drink Madam Rostamer's homemade mead, which was readily available.

Grindelwald usually likes to order butterbeer as a drink, which requires a while to wait - because the butter needs to be heated and then put into the hot beer.

Fortunately, no one else’s order was ahead of mine.

Since it was just drinks for the two of them, Dumbledore simply waited leisurely at the bar for a while, then took the two glasses of wine back to the seat Grindelwald had reserved for him.

Dumbledore pushed a cup to Grindelwald first, and subconsciously took care of him and reminded him: "Drink some hot butterbeer to warm yourself up first."

Grindelwald took the glass and swirled it gently, and the golden, rich, buttery-scented beer began to emit steam.

He obeyed obediently and lowered his head to take a sip.

The rich and mellow taste of this national drink of the British wizarding world spreads on the tip of the tongue, and it is still so pleasant.

Different from the magical effect of the warming spell, the hot drink spreads warmth from the inside out, flowing through the digestive organs, starting from the esophagus and stomach. Mixed with a little alcohol, it soon gives people a feeling of being warm enough to sweat.

Dumbledore watched Grindelwald drink his butterbeer, then turned his head to look across.

The saints in groups of three or four had stopped talking and were sitting there quietly, staring at them intently with their eyes burning.

Dumbledore smiled politely, raised his glass to them and nodded gracefully.

"Good evening everyone."

He has the aura of a qualified saintly male host.

Even when talking about his admirers, he would bring up old accounts when he was alone with Grindelwald, but in public, he would only care about the abilities of those people - even when facing Miss Rosier, in his eyes she was just an outstanding witch of the same period as his student Minerva.

The saints also raised their glasses in unison.

"Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."

After taking a few sips of butterbeer, Grindelwald put down his glass and glanced at the saints present. He said calmly, "Everyone should have read the letter and know the purpose of this gathering."

Everyone nodded with a serious expression.

"Yes, sir."

Regarding the game world discovered by the young lady, which can make Squibs and Muggles produce magic power, and can enhance the power of the soul, leading to improvements in physical fitness and magic power...

The saints have fanatical and devout beliefs, as well as the courage and determination to devote everything to their ideals, but this does not mean that they are a group of madmen who have lost their minds - on the contrary, this group of idealists is very smart and knows how to use the limited resources in their hands to achieve their goals, and even realize some crazy ideas.

As far as subordinates are concerned, they have completely defeated that unlucky younger demon king~

This time, they gathered in Hogsmeade Village to let the gentleman lead them to the unknown game world and once again challenge to change reality.

For the saints, Mr. is faith, hope, and the leader who leads them to light and victory.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile of pleasure appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"——Are you ready for the new world?"

As soon as these words, which sounded like an invitation or a temptation, came out, everyone responded in unison: "For the sake of the gentleman and our ideals, we are always ready!"

Grindelwald nodded with satisfaction and raised his glass.

"Well, here's to our future!"

He didn't mind the few casual customers who came to the Three Broomsticks on weekdays.

The saints naturally didn't care.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp. The atmosphere was very lively.

There were not many saints present, only a dozen or so, but without exception they were Grindelwald's most loyal believers and most reliable subordinates.

Dumbledore looked at this pyramid scheme-like scene with a bit of surprise.

Well, when they were young, it was more of an equal and focused relationship. In the past, he had only seen this kind of fanatical and devout belief and worship from the people below when Gale was running for the president of the International Confederation of Wizards...

But it doesn’t seem to be like this... well, I can’t describe it specifically.

So just don't make it difficult for yourself.

While Grindelwald wasn't paying attention, he lowered his head and took a sip of Grindelwald's butter beer. The original fragrance of honey in his mouth was now mixed with the richness of butter, which whetted his appetite.

…Although Butterbeer is not bad, he still prefers it sweeter.

Mrs. Rostamer's homemade mead was rich in aroma, slightly sweet, mellow and rich, and quite to his liking.

Grindelwald noticed Dumbledore's actions from the corner of his eye, and a hint of smile flashed across his eyes. However, he still maintained a serious expression on the surface, and continued to make subsequent arrangements to pick them up at Hogwarts tomorrow morning and go through the portal to explore the game world.

The momentum and control he had as the leader of the Saints were clearly revealed at this moment.

Mrs. Rostamer was staring intently, so absorbed in the bizarre happenings in this respectable little bar that she didn't even notice the mead spilling out of her glass.

His subordinates listened to his arrangements silently and respectfully, nodding their approval from time to time.

Of course, we have to ignore the fact that Dumbledore secretly drank two glasses of mead and sneaked a few plates of cakes.

The carefully baked little cakes taste very good, soft and delicious, sweet but not greasy, and filled with jam, which tastes very delicious.