Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

For Easter this year, Ms. Rosmerta added a new wine to the wine list at Three Broomsticks.Its wine glass is made of chocolate eggshells, on which various beautiful patterns are drawn with colorful sugar liquid, which is bright and intoxicating.

According to Ms. Rosmerta, this kind of egg wine glass was specially made by the Duke of Honey, but it took her a lot of time to design the pattern!

Right now, the fat young master of the Hohenheim family is holding the eggshell and chewing with gusto. It seems that Ms. Rosmerta's new idea fits his liking.

However, compared to the big fat brother, Sarah seemed a bit boring.Although Maca also ordered her a chocolate egg filled with juice, she didn't even touch it. She just turned her head sideways and stared at the steam-filled window for a moment, looking dimly at the window outside. world.

"Oh, uh... don't worry," Seeing that Maca seemed to care about his sister, the fat young master couldn't help but whispered in his ear, "She can take care of herself, it's okay."

After hearing this, Maca smiled and shrugged.

Of course he knew that the little girl from the Hohenheim family was obviously an unusual child, and he learned a little bit through the few contacts in France.

So on the contrary, not only did he never worry about this smart little girl, but he always regarded her in the same position as himself.What he wanted was to try to communicate well with the other party to see if he could win such a young talent with great potential for Hogwarts.

It's a pity that from the first two meetings, the little girl has developed a vigilant psychology towards him, and she still releases a sense of rejection anytime and anywhere.

But anyway, the brother and sister are here, so naturally they won't be in a hurry to leave.There is still plenty of time left for him to "recruit", so there is no need to rush for a while.

However, just when Maca planned to put this cautiousness aside for the time being and enjoy a relaxing and lively holiday morning, Slughorn, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly came over.

"Oh, Professor Slughorn," Maca quickly pushed the drunk old man away, so that his old face could be a little further away from him, "Even if nothing happens all day, you should Control the amount of alcohol you drink? If Professor McGonagall runs into you later, she must deduct your salary—"

"Hiccup... I'm happy today..." Slughorn shook his head, and even burped a drink abruptly. It seems that he has completely entered some kind of drunk mode, "McLean, you know... this time I When I came back to Hogwarts and became a professor again, I didn’t come for that little salary. Um... hiccups, really... I like those kids. Looking at their energetic appearance, I feel like myself. I got a lot younger..."

"Yes, and you prefer good kids, don't you?" Maca casually dealt with him, while pushing his face that was trying to get closer again, "Oh...Ms. Rosemerta, trouble Give him more lemon slices, I think this will help him to get rid of the smell of alcohol."

"Oh-no problem, wait a moment." Rosmerta in the bar skillfully waved his wand, sliced ​​a few iced lemons in the air into slices, and then gently threw them into Slug In the eggshell wine glass in front of Horn, "Yes, Mr. Slughorn did drink a bit too much today..."

She said with a smile, but Maca then shook her head helplessly-isn't it because she greeted other guests to come over for a toast?Among the people present, she was the least qualified to say this.

But I have to say, this woman is really good at doing business!

Hagrid in the next seat was obviously better than Slughorn.Although he hasn't spoken much all the time, the amount of wine he can drink is many times that of others, but up to now, there is only a slight blush on his cheeks.On his dark and rough face, the slight blush can hardly be seen.

Then, after another short while, Slughorn's chattering voice finally disappeared.Maca turned his head and took a look, and found that the old bald man was asleep on the bar.

It's just that Slughorn wasn't the only one drunk here today.Maca was still looking at the stocky old man on his right, but unexpectedly a dull "plop" suddenly sounded on the left-the fat young master of the Hornheim family actually got down without saying a word.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Maca asked in surprise, "How do I remember, he doesn't seem to drink much, right?"

"This new wine is actually quite strong," Ms. Rosmerta explained with a smile, "Mr. McLean, would you like to try it too?"

"Madam, please forgive me!" Macadam waved his hand, "I will have something to do in the afternoon! If I drink now, I will probably spend the whole afternoon in bed by then!"

Ms. Rosmerta spreads out her hands indifferently. Her movements are as always full of the charm of mature women. Didn't you see the eyes of several guests almost straight?

But she was obviously used to this kind of focus, and she still wiped the glass goblet in her hand calmly, unhurriedly and calmly.

"This little girl, is the mixed juice I recommend that doesn't taste good? I don't think you drink it much?" Her eyes swept across the bar, and then she looked at the little Sarah on the left of the fat man. .

As she spoke to little Sarah, Maca also sent her gaze over.Since the little girl has always been vigilant when facing him, it might be better for a woman with a high affinity like Ms. Rosmerta.

But this time, Maca seems to have guessed wrong again.In other words, he guessed right, the problem lies in one point-is the effect a bit better?

"Madam, this juice is delicious, thank you for your recommendation. If there is a chance next time, Sarah and brother will definitely come here again."

After hearing Rosmerta's question, she immediately turned her head and exchanged a few words with Rosmerta quite politely.As for the lovely smile that appeared on her face, it was really a difference between heaven and earth, compared with the silly smile when facing Maca.

"Miss Hohenheim, your attitude towards Ms. Rosmerta is a bit too good, right?" Maca spread his hands towards Sarah, chuckling casually, "I want to talk about the time I met you. I'm longer than her. Why don't you see you so passionately when you talk to me?"

But before Little Sarah spoke, Ms. Rosmerta spoke first.

"Oh, oh, Mr. McLean, are you jealous of others?" She leaned on the bar and chuckled softly at Maca. "Don't blame people for not reminding you, this lady is still young. Yeah! It’s too late to wait a few more years!"

Hearing this, Maca waved his hand immediately and gave her a small eye.

"Dear Ms. Rosmerta, since you still know that she is young, you should keep her voice softer." He curled his lips and said, "Look, she looks at me a little bit now. It's boring!"

In fact, as for Rosmerta's remarks, there was a joke in it.Little Sarah looked like she was about ten years old. At this age, the elders would make some innocuous jokes to tease children, and this is even more common in bars.

But Maca knew that with the wisdom of Sarah's distant peers, this kind of joke might be really inappropriate.

"Master Hornheim?" He thought for a while, and then reached out and patted the big fat man next to him, "Hey, it's time to get up! Get up again, there will be no lunch in a while!"

It was very difficult to wake up the fat young master. About this, the Mr. Ghost who had been with him had already mentioned it.But in this slightly embarrassing atmosphere, it is quite necessary to call this big fat man.

But I didn't expect that before Maca could make a few more calls, Sarah on the other side of the fat man suddenly spoke up.

"Mr. McLean, if you want Sarah to treat you better, isn't it okay?" She turned her head, over the back of her fat brother, looking at Mackay, "Sarah likes Listen to the story. It would be great if you could tell Sara an interesting story, sir..."

When she said this, she still had a sweet smile on her face, but Maca saw a hint of cunning in that smile.Although she doesn't know what horrible idea she has come up with, since she can take the initiative to talk to herself, it means that she probably has already figured out why she has approached her intentionally or unconsciously.

"Telling a story?" Maca nodded indifferently, "Of course it's okay, um... I think about it, then tell me something about..."

"Please wait a minute." Sarah shook her head slightly. The innocent smile on her face remained unchanged, but her eyes flashed with shrewd light. "I heard my father say that Mr. McLean is very knowledgeable and often writes Will quote many allusions that no one else knows. Sarah is still young and can't understand those essays that are all words... But since her father said that, Sarah thinks her husband must know many stories that others don't know?"

She first buttoned a big hat on Maca, and then paused. Then she blinked her big eyes and said leisurely: "There is a story Sarah wanted to hear for a long time, but everyone can't tell... Mr. McLean, I think you must know it. Can you tell Sarah?"

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