Chapter 923 That's Not My Butterbeer

In Hogsmeade Village, the streets were already crowded with Hogwarts students, and the Three Broomsticks was crowded and noisy. Cheryl walked through the crowd with a large tray full of butterbeer and snacks.

The graceful and curvy Mrs. Rosmerta immediately swayed towards them when she saw Alan, "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Her shiny high-heeled shoes came closer to Allen, and she said worriedly: "Professor Harris, there have been... rumors about you recently, it won't have a big impact on you, right? Is there anything I can help you with?" No matter what the place says, as long as I can help, I will definitely help..."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Rosmerta, but don't bother, no matter what happens, I don't think these small things will even delay our wine business transaction..." Alan politely comforted him. It was because she was worried that once she was expelled from school, or even the Harris family collapsed, she would not be allowed to continue to regularly send wine to the giant squid in the black lake.

"I don't believe a single word of the rumors in the newspaper." Mrs. Rosmerta emphasized in a low voice and looked around worriedly, only to be relieved when she found no one was paying attention, "Professor Harris, don't worry. , I prepare wines with different flavors and send them to Black Lake every day, there is absolutely no delay or delay, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed, Miss Granger is very strict in her work, but she will conduct spot checks from time to time!"

"Mrs. Rosmerta, please bring us two heavy cheesecakes." Hermione forced a smile in response, "Ellen, I'll go to the bathroom first."

Hermione didn't have much of a liking for the lady shop owner who liked to lean over to attract wizards. Now that she was so philistine, she couldn't help worrying about business, and she didn't like how sneaky she even expressed her support.

"Then I'll find a seat first." Allen watched Hermione turn around, and then said to the female boss of the Three Broomsticks, "By the way, Mrs. Rosmerta, a few days is a day worth celebrating, please help me Prepare six or seven barrels of red vinegar rum and fish-flavored green beer, and I will come to pick them up in a few days."

Mrs. Rosmerta did not respond immediately. She frowned slightly, rubbed her palms in front of her and made up her mind, "Of course Professor, I will be ready."

Allen raised his head and glanced at Mrs. Rosmerta, who was not happy even after receiving a big order, and saw through her thoughts. The other party was worried that the Harris family would not be able to withstand the menacing attack from the pure-blood family.

Allen couldn't help but find this kind of philistine thinking in a wizard a little funny, but he took out a few Galleons from his pocket: "By the way, I happen to have some change on me, so let's give it first."

"No no...Professor Harris, you misunderstood. I'm just a little worried about you...that's not what I mean." This made Mrs. Rosmerta blush, and she quickly waved her hand to decline. She has the ability to establish a good relationship with Ci's professors and students. If it weren't for the fact that the wind of public opinion seemed to be more and more unfavorable to Harris this time, she would not have lost her composure.

"Oh, then please forgive me..." Allen apologized politely, and then asked, "Also, Mrs. Rosmerta, did you see Mr. Remus? Lupine? Did he come to the tavern?"

"Well... I'm sure I haven't seen Mr. Lupine so far. I think Professor Harris can sit in the corner and wait." Mrs. Rosmerta put one hand on the handle of the chair next to her, and He pointed the direction to Allen with one hand, "There is a seat in the corner next to the fireplace. Cheryl and I have just left the last seat, and Cheryl and I haven't come to clean it up, but privacy is better. If Professor Harris doesn't mind, you can Be seated first,

I'm going to bring the cake over here. "

"That's good, Mrs. Rosmerta, you are still so thoughtful." Allen praised the other party's eyesight after recovering, and then sat down towards that side.

After a while, Hermione came over and sat next to Allen. Before they had a conversation, Mrs. Rosmerta herself came to them with a small basket and flexibly dodged the little wizard running around.

"I'm sorry, Professor Harris, Miss Granger, there's only one piece of cake left for now, I'll bring it to you as soon as the next oven is ready." Mrs. Rosmerta put the basket on the table, and said apologetically— —She habitually propped herself up on the table again.

"Mrs. Rosmerta~" A few more patrolling Aurors came in at the entrance of the hotel, as if they had become regular customers, but they didn't seem to notice that the female owner of the Three Broomsticks was receiving Ellen, so in a place full of little wizards The tone in the hotel seemed a little presumptuous.

"It's okay, there seems to be a guest calling you over there, please go over first, don't take care of us." Alan, who knew that some of the other party's actions were just out of habit, didn't care.

"I'm sorry, I'll let Cheryl bring the rest to you later." Madam Rosmerta nodded apologetically, turned around and walked over - she was very satisfied with the Aurors patrolling Hogsmeade Village We, like the situation of patronizing her shop more than the Hog's Head's.

After the female boss left, she noticed that Hermione seemed a little unhappy, so Allen pushed the cake tray towards Hermione, and she looked at the only piece of heavy cheesecake on the plate, but before she could make a move , Allen picked up the cake from the plate and snatched it.

Hermione looked at Alan suspiciously, and didn't understand what Alan meant for a while—it wasn't until Alan grabbed the cake with his bare hands and held it in her hand that she realized that the other person was teasing her , some unskilled cooperation reached out to Allen: "Allen, I ordered first!"

"But it's in my hands now." Allen shook the cake in his hand playfully at Hermione, and used magic power to prevent the soft and tender cake from being crushed. Hold it aside, in case Hermione snatches it.

Hermione actually felt very comfortable with this common way of playing with witches and witches. She stretched out her hand a little stiffly to try to grab the cake, and shouted in an unskilled tone: "Alan, give me back!"

Allen took the cake back to him and said with a smile, "Take it."

As soon as the words fell, Allen quickly put the cake to his mouth, stuck out his tongue in a somewhat exaggerated and disgusting manner, quickly licked the surface of the cake, and then tried to put it in Hermione's hands.

Hermione's raised hand froze. Of course, for her, the relationship between her and Allen was already very close, and it was nothing to eat the cake that Allen licked, but it was hard for a know-it-all who liked to talk about rules. Get used to being too intimate in public.

Hermione, whose complexion was starting to turn ruddy, glanced at Alan, and found that Alan's expression was a bit like Draco Malfoy's in the lower grades, which was annoying, which made her rise to the same level as that in the lower grades. With a somewhat exposed competitive spirit, she gave up the cake as Alan expected, but unexpectedly picked up the butterbeer glass in front of Alan.

Allen immediately realized what Hermione wanted to do, but he had just sat upright leaning on the sofa, and reached out with his free hand to grab the coffee cup from Hermione's hand: "Don't! Mina..."

But Hermione had been on guard for a long time. She was afraid that Alan would snatch it away, and she had turned her back to Alan nimbly, sticking out her tongue on the rim of the cup faster than Alan had eaten the cake just now, and then let the cup Turned along for a full week.

Conscious of her successful revenge, she turned around and shook the butterbeer glass, squinting at Allen triumphantly, her body imitated Allen's action just now, leaning back on the sofa, her red smile was brighter than before.

"Professor Harris, Miss Granger, your butterbeer has arrived." A female voice sounded behind Hermione.

Cheryl, the waitress from the Three Broomsticks, came over with a large tray, put the butterbeer that Allen had ordered before on the table, and then took back the beer glass that Hermione had just licked and put it on the tray , smiled flatteringly at the two of them: "Sorry, there are a lot of people today, I'll take them away right away."

Hermione, whose smile had froze, watched Cheryl swaying and walking away in a somewhat blunt imitation of Mrs. Rosmerta's usual graceful posture. She turned her head to look at Ellen unwillingly.

"That's not my butterbeer...it's from the last table...uh..." Alan shrank himself back in the opposite direction from Hermione, then took a bite of the cake and added inarticulately, "Hermione, don't blame me...I tried stopped you..."

Retching, Hermione, who had no intention of beating Allen, jumped up and ran to the bathroom immediately. Her two hands were still scraping her long tongue in an unrefined way—this made Hermione look Very un-Hermione.

And just as Hermione ran into the toilet, Allen heard many students greeting Professor Lupine from the entrance of the tavern.

Remus Lupine looked a bit fatter, compared to the previous few years, he seemed to have been fed by Tonks, his face was rosy and shiny, his back was straight, one could tell that this person was in the midst of a In happiness, but at this moment his brows were slightly frowned, as if something was bothering him.