Chapter 335 Welcome Ceremony (Additional Update for 600 Monthly Tickets)

"Welcome, what would you like to drink?" The female owner of the Leaky Cauldron rubbed her red and swollen nose and took out four glasses. Her eyes were crooked, almost squeezed out, so as to hide the sly gaze inside: "I recommend frog juice wine to you."

Tolkien sat down at the bar according to the tavern habit he was familiar with, smiled and said to the boss: "Okay, have a drink." Then there was a glass of light green apple juice-like drink in front of him, exuding a fruity fragrance. Tolkien, not doubting his presence, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.

"Pfft!" Tolkien opened his mouth wide and spit out the frog juice wine in one gulp. The green liquid turned into a fat, bubbling frog, trying to jump forward with its four thick legs.

"Come on! I've placed my bet, how many times can I jump?" The big-nosed female boss said with a smile: "The current highest record is thirteen times! Let's see how powerful this newcomer is!"

Tolkien kept feeling nauseous. Every time he retched, the fat frog would jump, and the wizards nearby would cheer. They waved their wands, and gold, silver, and copper coins flew to the bar and soon formed a small pile. A blackboard floating in mid-air accurately records the bets placed.

"This is so bullying!" Xiao Hua floated in the air angrily: "How can you be happy because others make a fool of yourself and feel uncomfortable?"

The wizards paid no attention to Tolkien, their eyes focused on the leaping frog. Zhao Mai snorted and walked over, stretched out his feet and stepped on the frog on the ground.

"Haha, that's useless!" The tavern owner said with a smile: "The frog is liquid, it will..."

"Will it regroup and continue jumping?" Zhao Mai exerted force gently, the power of ice spread from the soles of his feet, the green juice froze, and was then stepped on by Zhao Mai into broken ice. Countless sighs sounded in the tavern, and the female boss shouted: "External factors, external factors, this round is void!"

"How are you?" Zhao Mai supported Tolkien, and the force of nature spread through his palms, removing the discomfort from his body.

"It's okay, I'm fine now." Tolkien shook his head and said, "I just felt sick just now, but it's nothing."

"Yes, it's nothing actually. It's just a joke, to make everyone happy, and make a bet by the way!" The tavern owner jumped over, holding four cups in his hand: "I'll treat you to a drink, honey wine, we have here specialty."

"I don't think there's anything funny." Zhao Mai's expression was still very serious: "If you want to bet, you just need to drink the frog juice wine yourself. The reason why I let my friends drink it is because we are the first to drink it. He didn't understand the situation once, and you want to make him look embarrassed."

"Hey, don't be so serious. Frog juice wine won't hurt your body, and short-term nausea doesn't matter as long as you get used to it." The tavern owner shook his head: "If you can't take a joke, no one will play with you. Yes."

"No one, just no one." Zhao Mai suddenly began to understand why wizards often cast memory erasing spells on ordinary people, because they don't care, as long as they are satisfied.

Tolkien panted heavily and sat down with Zhao Mai's help. "Will it be okay to drink this mead?"

"You will get drunk if you drink too much, but nothing else." The boss curled his lips: "I can tell at a glance that you are from a Muggle family, and you are still far away from becoming a wizard. You know, what can you do without a sense of adventure?"

"Stop talking, let me try your mead, I need something to rinse my mouth out urgently." Tolkien tried to smooth things over.

"Are you sure?" Zhao Mai said to him. Tolkien nodded and smiled at the tavern owner. When Zhao Mai saw that he couldn't persuade him, he just let it go. He looked back and saw Ado holding a small flower, sucking his belly and trying to come in sideways. At this time, the narrow door suddenly expanded itself, just enough for the giant to come in. "Hodor!" He also knew how to say thank you to the doorframe. Duojian followed him with a serious face.

"Four cups of mead!" The boss wiped the table vigorously with a rag, and then placed the four cups one after another, and the orange-yellow mead automatically emerged from the bottom of the cup and stopped just near the mouth of the cup. "These four drinks are for the four of you. They will be charged to my account. I wish you good health and a happy life!" the owner of the Leaky Cauldron said in an exaggerated tone.

"Thank you very much," Tolkien said, gulping down the mead in his cup. After drinking, he picked up the cup, looked around and then sniffed, "Isn't this just mead?"

"That's right!" the female boss said to Tolkien: "The Muggles learned their honey wine from me."

One was a boring drink, and the other had no wizarding characteristics. Tolkien was a little disappointed, but he still said politely: "This is our first time here and we want to go to Diagon Alley. Can you please tell us how to get there?" ?”

"I can take you to the entrance." The female boss suddenly became enthusiastic and said, "There have been a lot of people like you here recently. Everyone in their twenties or thirties is going to Hogwarts, right?"

"What do people like us mean?" Zhao Mai asked alertly.

"The Ministry of Magic recently published an article admitting that there was a problem with wizards' search for spells, and many people with wizard blood and talents were missed. The Minister of Magic resigned as a result." The tavern owner seemed happy about the minister's resignation, or maybe it was just because of the increase in potential customers. And happily, she said with a smile: "So recently we have urgently recruited a group of students, and I'm afraid you are among them, right?"

"Uh... yes." Tolkien hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said, "We were shocked when we received the letter! How is the wizard looking for the curse now?"

"It has been repaired, and there will be no more mistakes. There were not many wizards in the first place, no wonder there were fewer and fewer people before... You better not waste time here, I will take you there right now!"

She moved, squeezed out from behind the bar, and led the way. The back door of the bar was a brick wall. The boss turned his head several times and tapped it three times with his finger. "Remember this brick, knock three times and the door will open."

Tolkien watched with a surprised expression as the bricks moved, overlapping, dislocating, and retreating, leaving a door-sized hole. Behind the doorway is Diagon Alley.

This is a crowded and bustling alley. There are large and small shops on both sides of the pedestrian path. They are tilted in the middle and squeeze the small space, as if they will tip over at any time. Various signs are displayed above people's heads to greet guests: there are pots being stirred, brooms flying around, bats screaming, and pointed hats shaking their heads. There are many people wearing mage robes and pointed hats. They either stop to inspect the goods or chat about current affairs. Occasionally, they would look over and see Zhao Mai and others wearing Muggle clothes, shake their heads, and then look away.

"Gringotts Wizarding Bank is in the middle of the road. You won't miss it." The boss finally said: "The goblins there are very cunning. Muggle things are not valuable. Only magic, gems and gold can make them value it. .”

"Thank you very much. The Leaky Cauldron is definitely the best wizard tavern I have ever seen." Tolkien said with a smile: "I will definitely come here often when I have time."

"Then my goal has been achieved." The boss nodded to everyone, then said "I have to prevent them from stealing wine" and turned back to the front.

"The best wizard tavern? You've seen this one, okay." Zhao Mai smiled slightly. It seemed that his friend also had a pretty good mouth.

"Maybe you don't know very well," Tolkien said, "We are like this in school as well. The senior students always play tricks on the junior students, and some clubs also have this habit."

"So? This habit can also be used after leaving school?" Zhao Mai shook his head and didn't want to talk about it anymore. He looked at the attire of most wizards, then touched the disguise ring and changed his clothes into a robe and a pointed hat. "Go to the bank first. You can't buy anything without wizard money."

"I'll have to trouble you again Mike," Tolkien smiled.

"You are welcome."