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Text 172. Lu Dongbin, Drunken and Strong at Lifting Pots

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    "Welcome, Professor McGonagall, and Little Fish."

    When Professor McGonagall led Fish into the lobby of the Leaky Cauldron, the owner Tom immediately greeted them, and greeted the two with a smile on his face.

    "It's not little Fish, Fish has grown taller!" (¡ñ¦µ§¥¦µ¡ñ)

    Fish, who just realized that he has grown taller, can't hear the name "Little Fish" now.

    Old Tom quickly changed his words, and gave Fish a chest salute very formally, "As you wish, Mr. McGonagall."

    Coaxed Fish to smile.

    "What do you two want to have?"

    As a bar owner, Tom instinctively started to solicit business for himself.

    What's more, the bar at this time is extremely deserted. If you want to really get lively, you have to wait for the Hogwarts students to receive their book lists and start shopping in Diagon Alley in large quantities.

    So now old Tom can earn a little bit.

    For this reason, he also specially said to Fish: "As an apology for the slip of the tongue just now, I can buy Mr. McGonagall a drink. What would you like to drink?"

    "Fisch wants to drink meow!" (¡ñw¡ñ)

    Although he had the experience of drinking and drinking, isn't he grown up now?

    Minerva said that she can drink when she grows up!

    "no!"

    However, Professor McGonagall on the side directly blocked it.

    "Obviously Minerva just said it, Fish will buy me anything I want, meow!" ¡Æ(¡ñ¦µ§¥¦µ¡ñ)

    "But I also said that you can't drink until you grow up."

    "Hasn't Fish grown up?! Minerva, you big liar!" (¡ñ`w¡ñ)

    "You've only grown up a little bit, and you haven't grown up enough to drink yet."

    "When will Fish grow up to be able to drink?" w

    In order to avoid being fooled by Professor McGonagall again, Fish asked persistently.

    "Hmm" Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, lost his mind, and replied: "When you grow a beard."

    "Fish already has a beard, meow!"

    "I'm talking about you growing a beard in human form." Professor McGonagall hastily added.

    Then she saw Fish put the palms of both hands on her chubby cheeks, and rubbed them indiscriminately a few times.

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    (=¦µw¦µ=)

    "The beard is growing meow!"

    When Fish put his hand down, there were already a few cat whiskers on his face.

    Professor McGonagall: ""

    "It doesn't count if it turns out!"

    "It's not conjured! This is Fisher's beard!" (=`§¥=)

    Fish was not happy, the cat whiskers had been there since he could remember, how could it be conjured?

    "Anyway, it's not good! You are too young now!"

    "Minerva, you big liar! Fish will never trust you again, meow!"

    "It's useless to be awkward, if you can't do it, you can't do it!"

    While Fish was relentlessly arguing with Professor McGonagall, Tom, the boss, came to smooth things over and said, "Why don't you give Fish a glass of butterbeer? Even if it's a little wizard, it doesn't hurt to have a glass."  of."

    Professor McGonagall looked down at Fish, and saw that he was holding up his little head stubbornly, pouted his lips angrily, and was looking at him. The cat whiskers on both sides of his cheeks were still shaking, and he looked very  cute outside.  (=`3=)

    After suppressing a smile and thinking for a while, Professor McGonagall took the initiative to take a step back and said, "Okay, but there is only one cup."

    "Fish started liking Minerva again meow!" (=¦µw¦µ=)

    Fisher, who won the phased victory, let it go.

    So Professor McGonagall turned to Tom and said, "Then let's have two glasses of butterbeer. After drinking, I have to take Fish to buy this year's textbooks."

    "Oh? This year's Hogwarts book list is a bit late."

    Going to the back of the bar and preparing butter beer, Old Tom casually asked Professor McGonagall for news, which is also a professional habit of a bar owner.

    "No way," Professor McGonagall sighed, because it wasn't a secret, so she told Tom directly, "It's hard to find a teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.  Troublesome fellow."

    "Butterbeer for two."

    Old Tom put two glasses filled with golden yellow liquid with a thick layer of foam floating on the top into theIn front of Professor Rage and Fish, he raised his eyebrows subconsciously.

    In his impression, Professor McGonagall seldom gossips behind other people's backs. Since she even made such comments on the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the other party is basically a troublesome guy.

    "It seems that the students of Hogwarts this year will not have a good time."

    Old Tom sighed loudly, and didn't continue to ask who the other party was.

    Enough is enough, this is also a skill that a qualified bar owner must master.

    The topics of adults are not attractive to Fish at all, he is sipping the butterbeer in his glass - the thing about drinking chicken blood brandy fragments before still made him "magic medicine" like wine,  Maintain a certain awe.

    Because the top layer of foam would always get on the cat's whiskers, Fish had to take the whiskers back after a few tries.

    Although the white foam had no taste, it had a scent, and it had a weird and interesting taste in the mouth. Fish first took a small sip, then stuck out his tongue, trying to lick them up.

    After swallowing a few mouthfuls of the tasteless foam, Fish picked up the cup and gently poured the golden-yellow liquid below into his own mouth.

    As a low-alcohol wine that can be sold to little wizards, the taste of butter beer is closer to a drink, with a sweetness like toffee.

    At the same time, it also has the aroma necessary for an alcoholic drink, but compared with the chicken blood wine that Fish had drunk at the beginning, the aroma of butter beer is much weaker.

    After taking a few sips, Fisch was very satisfied with the taste of the butter beer, and he didn't seem to have lost his memory as before

    Fish has really grown up!

    The little cat who thought this way was no longer cautious, dragging the wine glass with both hands, leaned back, and gulped down the wine.

    "Gudong Gudong Gudong Ha!" (¡ñ`§¥¡ñ)

    Proudly gulping down the butterbeer in the glass, Fisch reached out and wiped a handful of foam standing near his lips, and let out a hearty sigh.

    "Minerva! This wine is delicious meow!"

    Fish's voice became louder involuntarily, he slapped the table and yelled, "Fish wants to drink hiccup!" (¡ñ`§¥¡ñ)

    The little cat was hiccupping and yelling loudly.

    The unruly expression combined with his chubby red face looks extremely cute.

    "It seems that Mr. McGonagall doesn't drink very well."

    The culprit, Old Tom, said with a smile.

    Professor McGonagall glared at him with a black face, and then pressed Fish's waving little hand down.

    "You are already drunk, you can't drink any more!"

    "Fish is not drunk, meow! I am sober hiccup!" (¡ñ¦µ§¥¦µ¡ñ)

    As if wanting to prove what he said was true, Fisch stood up unsteadily, and then raised the stool under him high.

    "Look! Fish is not drunk!"

    Fish shook the stool in his hand and retorted loudly.

    I don't know how he brought the relationship between the two together.

    After holding up the stool for a while, Fisher suddenly threw it aside, and then looked at Professor McGonagall with misty eyes, "Minerva hiccup! Why did you become two cats?"

    Before she could answer, Fish hugged his head and wailed, "Fish's head is so dizzy meow! Minerva~ Fish is poisoned meow! Meow woo woo¡ªhiccup!" (q§¥q¡ñ  )

    Fish began to cry as he spoke.

    Professor McGonagall could only hug him dumbfoundedly, rubbing his head for him, and softly comforted him: "It's all right, you're just drunk, not poisoned."

    Just when she was about to ask old Tom for the potion for sobering up, Fisher shivered suddenly, and his originally misty green eyes suddenly became clear again.

    "Don't get dizzy, meow!"

    Fish blinked, then looked very cautiously at the empty wine glass on the table.

    "Wine is terrible meow! Sure enough, Fish is still too young now!" (vv)

    He now completely believes what Professor McGonagall said that he must grow up to drink, because the first time he was drunk and had no memory, now that he has grown up a bit, he can retain his memory, but he will become dizzy  Huhu, very uncomfortable.

    Professor McGonagall looked at Fisher who was facing the enemy speechlessly, and didn't explain much. At least for a long time to come, she didn't have to worry about Fisher secretly going to drink

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