Chapter 783: Voldemort’s Obsession
12 Grimmauld Place was rarely this lively. Everyone had gathered to celebrate a memorable occasion, and for some of the older members, it was also a good excuse to indulge in a drink or two.
Normally, they never dared to drink in case something urgent came up, but with Dumbledore present, they could afford to relax a little.
When Sirius returned with a bottle of Firewhiskey that had been in the Black family’s collection for who knows how many years, he found that the others had already raised their glasses.
"Hey, why couldn’t you wait for me?" he grumbled, setting the bottle down on the table. "You have no idea what you’re missing out on. This vintage of Firewhiskey is so rare, even I couldn’t find another bottle like it."
"That’s fine, you can save it for Remus’s wedding," Mr. Weasley said indifferently. "But for now, you’d better put that old bottle down and try this instead."
"Old bottle?" Sirius was momentarily baffled, wondering if he hadn’t been clear enough. He instinctively turned the bottle to reveal the date—1859.
"Take a good look. This is Ogden’s most classic Dragon Crystal Cask Firewhiskey, a true vintage. And you’re calling it an old bottle?"
"Hah, it’s barely 150 years old," Mr. Weasley scoffed, feigning indifference.
Sirius was even more confused. Since when did a 150-year-old Firewhiskey lose its appeal?
"Arthur’s right. You really should put that bottle away today." In the end, it was Lupin who couldn’t stand it anymore. He picked up an unassuming glass bottle nearby and poured the golden amber liquid into Sirius’s goblet.
"This is the real deal... a thousand-year-old mead."