Harry laughed. "I guess I'll have to keep an eye out at Christmas. Even with no Three Broomstick, we do have plenty of alcohol here." Still, a part of him wished that he could have seen them doing mundane stuff like going to the pub. He had missed so much, but now he got a second chance.
"Glad you like it. Draco has a much better palate than I do, but he seems to like it. It's nice to see that he's not humouring me." Harry would never know otherwise, but he didn't think that his mother would lie.
Harry chuckled. "I think Dad's version is a lot more accurate about the situation. We now have teams searching into the Forest while we have a troll stuck in there, eating whatever comes his way. We need to find a home for him and quite soon." He shook his head. "I'm never too busy for you. As for the troll-" He shrugged. "It might be the one Ron and I stopped in first year, but honestly they look alike so I can't be sure."