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Those weasels! They never told me about any Marauder's Map!' Ron grumbled as he walked down the Hogsmeade street.

'But Harry isn't going to keep it. He's going to turn it over to Professor McGonagall, aren't you?' She furrowed her eyebrows.

'Oh sure. Along with his invisibility cloak, his pack of exploding snap cards, his --' Ron said sarcastically.

'Oh, shut up,' Hermione said.

'Rosmerta, my dear!' Mister Cornelius Fudge emerged from his ministry sleigh called Madam Rosemerta, the owner of the Broomsticks Pub.

As Hagrid swung the door open and ripped it clean off the fittings with unfortunate ease, Fudge joined McGonagall and a curvy barmaid known as Rosmerta outside the Three Broomsticks Pub.

'That's Madam Rosmerta. Ron fancies her.' She pointed at the woman with messy blond hair that Cornelius Fudge approached. 'That's unexpected,' I raised an eyebrow at Ron.

'It's not true!'

'Shhh,' Harry shushed, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation between Mister Fudge and Rosemerta.

'I trust business is good?' Mister Fudge asked.

'It'd be a right sight better if the Ministry wasn't sending Dementors into my pub every other night,' Madam Rosemerta warned.

'We have a killer on the loose,' Mister Fudge confronted.

'Sirius Black? In Hogsmeade! And what would bring him here?' Madam Rosemerta exclaimed.

'Shhhhh,' Professor McGonagall and Fudge shushed her. He looked around nervously, then jerked his head toward the pub as he led Rosmerta and McGonagall inside.

'I wonder what they're talking about, Harry,' I turned around, but he was gone.

'Harry,' Hermione said, looking in both directions.

We all looked down and saw footprints appearing and tracked through the snow towards the pub. Harry was already under his invisibility cloak inside the pub. The rest of us wanted to catch up to him.

We threaded through the teeming pub, past a sign that read "No Underage Wizards," and nearly collided with some very strange-looking patrons. Ron, Hermione, and I briefly passed by a frosted window.

'No wizards and witches underage are allowed, now shut the damn door!!' the shrunken head scolded us rudely.

'So rude!' Hermione closed the door, and we both peeked inside from the window.

'Thick-heads..' Ron insulted.

'Thick-heads!' the first shrunken head said.

'How dare you CALL US Thick-heads,' the one next to the first one.

'We can't just peek outside all day, let's sit down and wait until he comes out.'

We sat down on the bench next to the pub, and we all let out a deep sigh.

'Hectic...' I said.