days at Hogwarts

Chapter 180 On The Three Broomsticks

"Blower Super Bubblegum, fill the room with bubbles the color of bluebells."

After reading this, Loren put down the candy label instructions in his hand, and looked at the decorative bubbles floating on the ceiling of the candy store with interest.Not just bluebell colors, but oleanders, tuberoses and violets, the colors of all kinds of flowers.

"Are these candies made using Potions or alchemy?"

Hermione asked, slipping a candy-stick quill into Loren's mouth.She had just ordered a bunch of quills, parchment, and book-style candies from the shelf next door. Not only did they look exactly the same, but they also functioned perfectly.

There are really texts in the books, even the pictures on them can move, and the quills really have ink and can write.

Before Loren could answer, the sugar shell of the candy stick quill melted in his mouth, and the strange-tasting octopus ink exploded instantly, staining the teeth, tongue, and lips black.

"Slightly slightly!" Loren stuck out his little tongue, wanting to see it himself, Hermione couldn't breathe with laughter at the funny appearance.

After a while, after eating the quill, the ink faded naturally.

"It's too much. There is obviously a normal butterfly pea flower ink over there. Feed me the octopus ink quill pen specially designed for tricks." Loren complained.

"I took it wrong!" Hermione said, holding back a smile, "You haven't answered me yet, are these potions or alchemy products?"

Loren looked up at the special effect candy shelf in front of him.

The peppery urchin that makes you breathe fire comes in hot pepper red; the squeaky ice mouse that makes your teeth cluck in icy white; the peppermint toad ice cream that jumps in your stomach is the green of mint leaves; and the exploding The stuffed fudge, this one is colorful.

If you put aside the colors of the raw materials of these special effect candies, you can see the brilliance of magic power flowing in them, as well as the lines of the alchemy circle.

Loren praised: "Mr. Ambrosio Froome combined alchemy and potion, and there are traces of both skills in these candies."

Although from the perspective of alchemy, Mr. Froome's skills are very crude, and he should be from Yeluzi without any special study.Even Loren can see a few nodes that can be simplified in conjunction with the magic text, but the idea of ​​boldly integrating alchemy and potion materials is amazing.

Using the pretext of studying alchemy and potions, Loren also ordered a large box of candies to be sent to Hogwarts by the clerk with an owl.

They were almost full inside, and the two walked out of the candy store contentedly.

They were not familiar with Hogsmeade's shops, but fortunately, the streets were crowded with little wizards from Hogwarts, so they just had to follow the flow of people to the crowded places.

Colorful streamers are hung everywhere in Hogsmeade village, and banners are pulled over the doors of the shops, with waving signs and various animals drawn by magic on them.

Honeydukes hangs a banner depicting candy rain and a witch on a broomstick living in a candy castle.

There is actually a golden snitch swimming on the signboard of the Quidditch boutique, and a large group of little wizards are surrounded by the window at the entrance of the store.

Even though no one in the circle of little wizards could sell brooms, the bearded middle-aged boss and young clerks were not annoyed at all. They stood in front of the window, laughing and listening to the chattering discussions of the little wizards.

Hermione leaned over to see a novelty: "This is Nimbus 2001, the fastest broom so far?"

Loren said: "Yes, the entire Slytherin team has changed into this type of broom, which is higher than the configuration of many professional teams. Wood will be worried to death."

Hermione said regretfully: "Hey, the Quidditch trophy that Professor McGonagall expected may come to nothing this year."

Hearing what they said, the boss tentatively asked, "Which academy are you little wizards from?"

"Gryffindor!"

The clerk next to him laughed: "Our boss was also a Gryffindor and a Quidditch player when he was in school!"

"That was decades ago." The boss reached out and handed them some treat candies, which looked like they were purchased at Honeydukes next door.

"The Quidditch game is not a sport that only pursues speed, and the broom is not as fast as possible. The batter's broom should have a stable center of gravity, and the goalkeeper's broom should turn quickly. Although the broom models of professional teams look the same as the outside , but the details are all bespoke.”

"So does our team have a chance to win?" Loren asked.

"Plan the tactics well, and the players cooperate properly." The boss had a look of nostalgia on his face:
"I think that's how we came here back then. The despicable Slytherin paid for the latest broomsticks himself. I led the team to use the Woolongong 'Z' flying technique, combined with the eagle head offensive formation, and easily defeated them."

The boss heaved a long sigh, feeling the vicissitudes of time and things have changed: "I heard that Gryffindor has not won the championship for several years, and the current Lions House no longer has the momentum we used to."

The clerk stepped forward at the right time: "You can go back and ask the team captain and Professor McGonagall if they are willing to buy a new set of brooms in our store. For the sake of Gryffindors, we will fight seven fold!"

"No, no, no!"

Loren and Hermione shook their heads, shrank into the crowd and ran away.

The bearded boss slapped the clerk on the head: "When did you stop selling, and now come up to disturb customers, you really..."

"Uncle, when you are training, let me grasp every one..." Facing the boss' gaze, the clerk's tone became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a whisper:
"What, isn't it just to interrupt your bragging interest. It was obviously just a backup goalkeeper back then, and he said it like the captain of the team."

"What did you say?" The boss heard his muttering, and couldn't help saying: "Isn't the goalkeeper a player? Isn't he part of the team? Don't you know how important the goalkeeper is?"

"Back then, the Gryffindor team was crushing, and the Slytherin team couldn't organize the offense at all. The goalkeeper position is that Peeves can win..."

"you!"

In the end, the clerk was kicked out by the boss to steal the samples from the candy store next door. The candy box for the guests in the store was a little empty and needed to be filled.

Loren and Hermione, with the idea of ​​playing with the senior seniors, followed a male and a female wizard, and entered a small teahouse along the street.

The signboard on the teahouse is hung with a pink bow, and the reception area inside is small and foggy, everything is decorated with hems and bows, and golden cherubs fly above each small round table, occasionally showering people Pink confetti.

There are a lot of couples in the room, some of their hands are glued together, some of their lips are glued together, very presumptuous.Obviously, this is a teahouse dedicated to entertaining couples.

"Ah!" Hermione panicked, pulled Loren around and ran away.

Mrs. Puddife, who greeted the guests at the door, only saw the backs of two little wizards fleeing in a hurry, their fat bodies trembling with laughter, and their smooth black buns were about to come loose: "Shy little lovers, just look at them We've only been together for a while."

The guests at the next tables laughed: "They will definitely come again!"

In the corner of the teahouse, Percy and Penello, who didn't notice the noise at the door, were lowering their heads, trying to stare at the flowers on the table.The two chatted a lot during the summer vacation and wrote a lot of love words, but they were still shy when they saw the bold couple hugging each other around them...

On the street, some people go to the Zog joke shop to see new prank toys, and some go to the magic equipment store to buy magic robes that can automatically remove dust.

Hermione pulled Loren and ran a long way before stopping, holding on to the lamppost and gasping for breath.When they had recovered their breath, they seemed to think that this was some great fun, and the two of them leaned on the lamppost and were overjoyed, laughing so hard that they began to pant again.

"What are you panicking about?"

"Then why are you panicking?"

"I saw Prefect Percy in there, and I was afraid he might find us."

The two continued walking along the street, and this time they slipped into the Three Broomsticks bar, which is famous among the student community.

The whole bar was extremely crowded and noisy, and the weather in less than October had already begun to burn the fireplace, which was hot and smoky.There are everyone in the bar, chattering little wizards, noisy adult guests, even goblins, and some strange creatures of unknown race, all crowded in this small bar.

In the noisy small bar, another order was maintained in the chaotic atmosphere.In this order, everyone doesn’t need to worry about fighting, and concentrates on the things in front of them: it may be a glass of red currant rum, or it may be a deal with the mysterious person sitting across from them, or it may be the curvaceous proprietress— Ms Rosmerta.

The Three Broomsticks' reputation at Hogwarts is inseparable from the bragging of most male students, and the main content of their bragging is this Ms. Rosmerta.

Loren and Hermione went to the reception to get their butterbeer and watched the lady greet a rowdy group of wizards.

She was wearing a close-fitting but not revealing sarong, which could show beautiful curves without looking gaudy. The light yellow and rose red skirt set her off like a ripe peach.

A male wizard was booing drunkenly, making loud noises.Ms. Rosmerta handed over a glass of violet water. As she slid, a few drops of water spilled out of the glass and landed on the wizard's hand. The coolness of the ice cubes penetrated into his heart along his skin, making him shiver.

The male wizard raised his head to meet Ms. Rosmerta's gaze, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart in a trance, and the drunkenness subsided. He lowered his head to take the violet water and stopped making noise.

From a coincidental angle, Loren noticed the sarcasm flashing in Ms. Rosmerta's eyes, and suddenly felt that the bar owner was unusual.

Loren and Hermione each got a glass of butterbeer and picked a small empty table in the less noisy area behind the bar.

The Hogwarts kitchen occasionally prepares butter beer. In order to cater for the tastes of the students, the butter beer made by the elves is very milky and sweet, and it has no alcohol taste at all.

The butter beer in the bar can't taste the alcohol, but it can drink some sourness.This wonderful fermented taste sets off the milky aroma and sweetness from another angle. The two butter beers may not be able to tell the difference in taste, but the latter tastes even more amazing.The foamy hops floating on the top are salty and sweet, with a special taste.

The two couldn't stop once they drank, and took a few sips in a hurry.Soon there was a feeling of floating in the head, and the whole body was warm.

They unconsciously relaxed, a little carried away, they spoke rambling words but didn't realize what they said, like sleeping late in class, or dreaming like streamers.

Loren blushed, "Hermione, do you think Hogsmeade's boss is unusual?"

Hermione quietly held the beer glass and sipped it obediently. She didn't hear Loren's question at all, and replied in a daze, "Huh?"

Loren took a sip of beer: "The owner of the candy store is proficient in potions and some alchemy; there are also people in the magic equipment store and Zog's joke shop who are proficient in various strange alchemy techniques, and they only need to turn things in a slightly different direction. weapons for war."

"There is also Ms. Rosmerta in the bar. She is very good at communication and can persuade all kinds of guests in the bar. She—" Loren paused, "she is a very strange existence."

Hermione woke up from the daze when she heard Ms. Rosmerta's name, and raised the cup to the table: "What's so strange about her?"

"She should be very good at collecting information and taking advantage of the situation, but this kind of behavior is to use others to deter kind guests. If she has no self-protection ability, she will be easily used." Loren said in a daze.

"Oh~" Hermione didn't hear anything worth noting, and became confused.

"Hogsmeade can become the school's military defense line, the location and personnel are very good."

"Oh--"

Two little wizards who could even get drunk with butterbeer chattered in the corner, no one would notice this place, and no one could hear how appalling what they said was.

In another inconspicuous corner, two mysterious people shrouded in black cloaks were having another conversation that could not be heard.

Although the two mysterious people are hidden under the cloak, they are easy to distinguish.One of the tall people sat on the outside, his movements were loose, and he faintly took the initiative.His figure enveloped another mysterious person with an ordinary figure sitting on the inside.

The mysterious person sitting on the outside, the cuffs protruding from the cloak were severely worn, and even the thread ends were exposed. The clean suit sleeves protruding from the other cloak seemed to be a person of identity.

If someone else approaches them at a distance, they can enter the invisible magic barrier and hear the uneasy conversation between the two.

"You're dreaming! How is this possible!" The mysterious man in the suit sitting on the inside shouted angrily, his hands on the table tightly clenched into fists.

The mysterious person on the outside replied casually: "Hey, why is it impossible? There is no better deal than this. As long as you sell me the Azkaban defense map and Auror patrol time, you can get ten years of wolf power." Poison."

He supported the table, leaned forward, and forced the man: "Think about it, you need wolfbane potion to maintain your decent life. Otherwise, your beautiful wife and well-behaved daughter will find out that their father--decent The deputy head of the Department of Prisons of the Ministry of Magic has turned into a disgusting werewolf. Hahahaha!"

"you!"

"Hey hey, think about it."

"You vile beasts!"

"To each other, Mr. Deputy Minister."

Sitting opposite, the man with neat sleeves was so angry that he wanted to smash the wine glass, but noticed the surrounding situation, gritted his teeth to swallow his anger, and put the wine glass back on the table.

(End of this chapter)