Chapter 592 Late Night Tavern

Alan fell into a warm embrace, and the other party's enthusiasm made him a little overwhelmed. Alan's cheeks were burning hot, which made him feel like he had gone to the Burrow... Then a strong smell came to his nostrils, making Alan Lun couldn't help but let out a "Hey!", which also reminded him of Ravenclaw's words - Hufflepuff despised Ravenclaw for taking too many showers...

"Helga, if you strangle him for a while, you won't have to check his wounds." Rowena Ravenclaw said angrily.

Helga Hufflepuff finally let go. I don't know if it was because he was strangled too tightly or because he was a little dizzy from the smoke, and his face was a little purple. She carefully examined the wound on Alan's face: "Oh , don't worry, she's doing a good job, you'll get better soon, you can get any medicinal materials you need from me. Poor child, I must not have eaten recently, okay, let me think about it, and make some for you Swallowed food, soon enough—but you're cleaner than Ravenclaw? Remember not to bathe until the wound is healed, boy."

"Helga, I'm hungry, get me something to eat first." Rowena Ravenclaw flicked the table with her fingers.

The hostess of the tavern didn't care about Rowena's attitude, but suggested gently: "An apprentice brought me a few rare large-mouthed colored ball fish during the day, and they all looked pretty good. The ball fish has a lot more jaw meat, I left one for you."

"It turns out that the big-mouthed ball fish in "The Quibbler" really exists..." Hearing this familiar name, Allen couldn't help but feel as if he had passed away. The ball fish is a small spherical fish with two long legs. With webbed feet. It lives in deep lakes and feeds on water snails. Ball fish are not dangerous but will bite swimmers' feet and clothing. The mermaid sees the ballfish as a scourge, and will tie its long legs into knots to let it float down the current—and the bigmouth ballfish is one of those weird creatures that Luna thinks exist, but most people don't. one.

At this time, a wizard apprentice in the kitchen brought some covered pumpkin-shaped utensils to the table on the right side of Alan and the others, facing a lute carrying a halved pear , The red-haired man with a vicissitudes of life said, "Your pudding has arrived."

Hearing the pudding, Allen was a little curious why Ravenclaw didn't order it, and she didn't even seem interested in taking a look at the pudding. You know, Allen wondered for a while whether Luna only ate pudding...

So, Allen couldn't help but turned his head and glanced, and found that the pumpkin lid on it was opened, and the so-called pudding was just a mixture of fruit and oatmeal.

Noticing Alan's eyes, Ravenclaw followed Alan's gaze and looked at the past, and then puckered the corners of his mouth in disdain, "It's something invented by those Muggle bald men in the monastery, they call this kind of thing pudding, You don't have to eat this, Helga will prepare better ones for you, but the Muggle bard has always been self-conscious and sings well."

Allen was a little surprised by the identity of this Celtic busker, "So Muggles can also come in? Oh, there is no "International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act"... To be exact, the International Federation of Wizards has not yet Ms. Hufflepuff really treats everyone equally, even if the other party is a Muggle—but this Muggle is not afraid of wizards in this ignorant age?"

Then, Allen looked up at the wooden board hanging on the wooden beam behind the bar, which was also the menu of the bar, but there was only one thick broth on it, and there were only two types of alcohol, ale and wine, and they were limited to each person You can only order three cups—although I don’t know the exact price now, but Allen estimates that it is very cheap in this era in the style of Hufflepuff.

Allen couldn't help but stood up and looked around again, and found that the delicacies on each table in the room were different. In fact, almost no one ordered thick broth according to the menu.

Helga Hufflepuff came over with a large tray. She noticed Alan's puzzled eyes and explained to him understandingly: "The business hours are from the beginning of the curfew to the end of the curfew. People call my place "" Late Night Tavern",

That's all on the menu, but feel free to order anything else. I will try my best to do what I can. This is my business policy. As you can see, there are actually quite a few guests. "

Putting the food in the tray on the table one by one, Helga poured a glass of ale for Rowena Ravenclaw, and put a bowl of thick broth in front of Allen, "Added some Herbs that can help wounds heal, also have a certain calming effect, I forked the meat in advance, you can drink it easily without chewing, try it, how does it taste?"

After finishing speaking, Helga put the last bowl of soup on the tray and the beautifully carved gold cup containing the wine on the table, and then put them on the chair herself.

Alan recognized that it was Hufflepuff's golden cup. Is this treasure with various magical powers just used by the other party to hold wine as in the legend?

Hufflepuff wiped his hands with a handkerchief, took a sip of the wine, then dug a piece of stewed mushy meat with a spoon and put it into his mouth. After swallowing it, she nodded in satisfaction: "Actually, the thick broth with herbs tastes better, but the cost is too expensive."

Looking at the other person's appearance, Allen also got an appetite, and turned his attention from the golden cup to his own portion of broth.

"Rowena, what are you thinking about? I contacted Salazar and asked him to bring Godric back and let's talk about it in detail. The aggressive guy commissioned the Goblin King Ragnac I to build him a A sword, but no one among the wizards is willing to duel with him. In the end, this guy went to a duel with the champion knight of the tournament under the Muggle King Athelred II, and said that he could only use a sword. Knowing how to use magic is really worrying." Hufflepuff looked at Rowena Ravenclaw who had already attacked the Bigmouth Ball Fish and asked.

Of course, the reason why Hufflepuff sat next to Allen was not just to taste the thick broth with Allen, but to discuss things with Ravenclaw.

"Hmm... It's too troublesome to teach those idiots." Rowena Ravenclaw said vaguely, looking reluctant to shirk it.

"Pure-blood wizards like to keep their knowledge firmly, so that it is only passed on within their own family, and now no one can learn systematically under the model of one wizard leading several apprentices, it depends on the personal level of the instructor... Even those Wizarding families come from different backgrounds, let alone Muggle-born wizards. If you are lucky, you can still hope to become one of the few apprentices brought by a certain wizard and learn some superficial knowledge from it. Once they Their identities were exposed in front of the Muggles, and waiting for this group of people who had little self-protection ability was endless hunting and persecution by the church, not to mention most of the Muggle children who showed magical riots, many of them were directly killed by them. The parents killed to avoid the church coming to the door. Rowena, we can't patronize ourselves, we should help them stay away from the prying eyes of the Muggles and the persecution of the church, so that wizards can have a place to stay and a place to be promoted— —my tavern is too insignificant for that." Helga shook the hand of the Ravenclaw who had stopped eating.

Ravenclaw tried to pull his hand out, "Let's talk about it when they come back, let me eat first, this one is much more delicious than ordinary freshwater ball fish."

This feeling of witnessing history fascinated Allen. The words in the book became reality and staged beside him. This kind of experience is really rare. "Isn't Ravenclaw very happy..." This It made Allen discover Luna's troublesome temperament from the other party again.

Then, the Muggle bard came over from his seat, picked up his lute, played a short piece of music, adjusted the sound, and said to the people in the tavern: "Walking around all the time! , I hereby sing "In Memories", a folk song from Ireland, please enjoy it with everyone here."

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, he half-closed his eyes, tilted his head, as if immersed in good memories, and sang the eulogy affectionately, "The white smoke you breathe is slowly riding the wind at this moment, disappearing bit by bit Among the clouds in the sky..."

"I helped him heal his wounds at the beginning, and he didn't seem to be very afraid of wizards, so I invited him to my tavern for dinner. I didn't charge him any money. As a reward, he played and sang a song in my tavern, although at this time Not many, he only comes two or three times a month." Helga applauded the Muggle bard who had just finished singing and said goodbye, not only her, but everyone in the tavern applauded He applauded, and Hufflepuff said to Allen with a look on his face, "No wizard cares about his Muggle status now. In fact, he is quite popular."

"Thank you for the hospitality." The Muggle opened the door of the tavern, and his figure disappeared into the night - although at this time, he probably could only find a random haystack to nest for the night.

But the atmosphere in the tavern was ignited. "It's awesome!" A witch said excitedly, raising her wine glass, enjoying the food in such a warm and flowing place is comforting.

Although on this hot summer night, Alan didn't need that bowl of steaming thick broth to warm his body, but in such an environment, his mind could not help but relax, and he took this bowl of thick broth one mouthful after another. He drank all the broth, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. He let out a long breath, put down the bowl, and felt comfortable all over his body, as if he was alive again.