Chapter 349 The Inconsistent Daisy
In the simple shack behind the Leaky Cauldron in the early 16th century, Daisy Doddridge, the mysterious bar owner in brown cloth, was drinking and filling himself up glass after glass of mead.
She is neither thin nor fat and has an average figure. Her long-term bar work has made her arm muscles clear, and her skin is a typical Celtic white. Pouring glass after glass of mead into her stomach has not made her face rosy.
The kerosene lamp hung on the wooden pillar in the center of the simple shack burned quietly. This bar still retains some traces of magic. The mottled crystal stone lampshade is fully enclosed, and the flame inside does not require oxygen to maintain combustion.
The wooden pillars of the shack are all the same in thickness and length. If you look closely, you can see that even the shape and position of the wood grains are exactly the same. They were probably made using a copying spell.
Perhaps many things in the front hall of the bar are also created by magic. Even the wine that the guests drank might have been pure water a few hours ago. Those Muggle guests would never have imagined that magic and wizards were exposed to them without any barriers. before……
"I have no obligation to answer your questions."
The bar owner, Daisy Doddridge, raised her head and looked at the elf-mixed time visitor with a smile and curiosity in her eyes.
"..." Professor Filius Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw who had been following the principal and vice-principal in the past and had no experience in dealing with similar problems, had a headache. "Ms. Doddridge..."
Why was it that when Minerva was around, you told me everything you knew and tried your best to help, but when you were here, you had a different face? Is it racial discrimination?
"How about one answer for another, you answer one question for me and I'll answer one question for you?"
Daisy looked at him with bright eyes and suggested expectantly, "I know you may have concerns. I'll take a step back. If you encounter questions you don't want to answer, you can have a glass of wine instead."
"Professor, she wants to use alcohol to numb your thinking so that she can extract more information."
Hermione pulled Loren over and hurried over, and the four of them sat on the makeshift long table together.
"Why do you always think of me so bad?" Daisy frowned in distress, and asked as if to vent her resentment, "Is the Leaky Cauldron in your era a synonym for evil? Or was it a gathering of dark wizards? land?"
"This sentence is actually asking about the situation of the Leaky Cauldron in our time." Before Loren and Hermione could say anything, Professor Flitwick shook his head. This professor who was born in Ravenclaw is not everything. Not understanding, he said bluntly, "Ms. Doddridge, we can be more honest and don't have to doubt and test each other like this. After all, according to you, this is not the real history."
"You are right, guest from afar." Daisy put away her smile and turned serious. "To express my apology, I can answer your doubts first."
Professor Flitwick quietly observed the expression of the bar owner. Her eyes reflected the light spots of the kerosene lamp and could not see anything strange. Professor Flitwick nodded and asked thoughtfully, "Since there is a way to There are other exits, ma'am, why don't you leave through it? Or if you're curious about what's to come, why not use that bucket to see for yourself... I just can't imagine repeating the same day a million times."
"Because this is my day, everything is my own choice. What you see now is the consciousness that emerged from endless repetition. I will not exist if I leave here." Daisy replied softly.
"Sounds like a magical portrait." Loren and Hermione nodded in understanding.
Professor Flitwick was reluctantly certain that Ms. Doddridge was not malicious.
"It's my turn to ask, did the Leaky Cauldron still exist in your time, and what was it like?" Daisy looked at a few people nervously.
"It still exists, and it has been expanded even more." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "Although there have been some twists and turns, in the late 17th century...and then in the early 19th century...all wizards were united and through a lot of forgetting The curse changed the entire road plan, allowing the Leaky Cauldron to have a place in the new road plan."
"They hid the Leaky Cauldron from Muggles..." Daisy's expression was complicated. The light reflected in her eyes was slightly scattered, and her eyes seemed to have no focus.
"Madam, madam?" Professor Flitwick looked at her worriedly.
Daisy woke up from her trance and took a deep breath, feeling a little relieved and a little regretful: "My original intention in creating the Leaky Cauldron is to hope that Muggles and wizards can get together, even if they talk about completely unrelated topics. Clink glasses together. Unexpectedly..."
Professor Flitwick and the two young wizards didn't know what to say to comfort the witch. Only then did they suddenly realize -
Lady Daisy Doddridge lived in an era when she founded the Leaky Cauldron, two centuries before the introduction of the Statute of Secrecy. She was one of the lone pioneers in the integration of wizards and Muggles.
"Actually, it's not that there are no Muggles. Before school started last year, my parents, Loren's grandfather, and Hagrid had a very happy chat in the bar." Hermione whispered, trying to give this woman some trivial comfort.
Daisy reluctantly smiled at her, then looked at Professor Flitwick: "I want to hear something about you. After all, you look a little special...especially, you are with two little human wizards. .”
Professor Flitwick frowned. It was not the first time for him, who had half-elf blood, to hear similar questions. However, since he was promoted to the legendary duelist master and served at Hogwarts, he has rarely answered similar questions in recent years. .
Seeing that this kind-hearted lady was dejected, Professor Flitwick briefly told his life experience: "...I am now the Professor of Charms at Hogwarts and the Head of Ravenclaw House."
"So, you are just a very rare exception, right?" Daisy said softly.
Professor Flitwick didn't like this description, but couldn't find anything wrong with it, and nodded slowly.
"It sounds like even after hundreds of years, the world is still the same as it was before. Wizards will belong to wizards, Muggles will belong to Muggles, and goblins will go to goblins..." Daisy's tone was heavy and sad, and her speaking speed became faster and faster until the end. There is even a hint of hysteria, "Even because of the so-called "Secrecy Law", even the encounter between unicorns and humans, stories like Merlin and King Arthur will never be repeated again!"
"Ma'am..." Professor Flitwick looked at her worriedly.
"I'm fine." Daisy shook her head, drank all the mead in the cup, poured herself another cup, and poured it for a few others, "I just, just feel that this world..."
She didn't finish speaking, but Loren and others seemed to understand what she meant. For such an idealist, declaring that her ideals were completely shattered was probably the cruelest thing.
Professor Flitwick raised his glass and clinked it with her, taking a slight sip.
Hermione thought for a while and suddenly said: "Actually, Ms. Doddridge, you don't have to be disappointed. According to the current trend, the wizarding world and the Muggle society will definitely be honest with each other."
"Oh?" Daisy looked at her with interest.
Hermione sincerely told her her argument: "...With the continuous development of Muggle social science and technology, the scope of activities has become wider and wider. In the past century, more and more Muggle ideas and technologies have flowed into the magical world. .”
When the girl talked about this, her eyes shone brightly, as if she had already considered these issues: "Not only that, there are also people in the magic world who have realized that the interaction between the two is an inevitable trend... Garrett Green DeVoe and his group of saints are the forerunners. Although their ideas and practices are wrong, our Principal Dumbledore stopped him in time..."
A glimmer of light flashed in Daisy's eyes, but was quickly hidden.
"And later Voldemort, he was able to inspire so much pure-blood support, and a large number of people were aware of this trend. I believe that in the near future, Muggles and wizards will be able to live together in harmony, just like Same as in your tavern.”
"What a beautiful vision..." Daisy smiled and raised her glass and clinked the wine glass in front of Hermione. "Little witch, you know, your thoughts are shining. Here's to you and your vision."
Hermione smiled shyly, picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip. She didn't want to say so much.
"Huh..." Daisy breathed out in relief, and all the loneliness and sadness on her face disappeared. She looked at Loren meaningfully, "Okay, now I can finally have a good chat with you, Loren Morgan. gentlemen!"
Loren, Hermione and Professor Flitwick's expressions changed somewhat, and they looked at the bar owner in confusion.
They were convinced that after arriving in this strange place, no information about Loren's name was revealed. Even Professor McGonagall only used their surnames to refer to the two young wizards.
Normally, Ms. Doddridge couldn't even tell which one of them was Morgan and who was Granger.
Professor Flitwick turned over his hand and picked up his wand, looking at Daisy with a cold face: "How do you know his name?"
"I'm sorry that I can't answer your question now. When you wake up, I'll tell you the answer when I have the chance." Daisy looked at Professor Flitwick and said apologetically.
Professor Flitwick suddenly reacted and looked at the wine glass on the table with a changed expression. His last thought before passing out: If it was Severus, he would be able to taste the potion in the wine.
Hermione also swayed for a while before collapsing on the long table.
Loren barely thought about it. The floating spell rolled up the bodies of Hermione and Professor Flitwick and quickly retreated. He then issued his most familiar spell: "[Thunderbolt Pierce]"
Three red magic beams shot out, but the huge explosion and shock wave that Loren expected did not appear. The three red magic beams froze in front of Daisy, turned around and shot towards the hay roof, passing through the grass. Branch gaps.
A dull explosion sounded, and the curse was probably detonated somewhere outside the bar.
Realizing that the conventional spells were ineffective, Loren held Hermione in his left hand and waved his wand with his right hand, causing scarlet flames to spurt out.
Feeling the magic flame that burned everything that was constantly accumulating at the tip of the wand, the corners of Daisy's eyes couldn't stop beating, and she couldn't help but curse in her heart.
Although she didn't know how teaching was done at Hogwarts in later generations, she felt that no matter what era she was placed in, it was outrageous for a third-year wizard to accumulate powerful fire so skillfully.
"Wait!" Daisy shouted quickly, "I don't mean any harm, I let them sleep for a while just to talk to you!"
"Let's talk..." Loren was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and sniffed Hermione's lips, and found that it was indeed the smell of Living Hell Potion. His brows slowly knitted together, showing a puzzled expression.
You worked hard to get rid of McGonagall and Professor Snape, and then worked hard to trick Hermione and Professor Flitwick into drinking medicine and falling into coma. Now you are telling me just to talk to me?
Worried that this was another diversionary strategy, Loren did not stop brewing the fierce fire, but did not release it either. He kept the wand in a state that could be released at any time: "First, tell me clearly who you are and what your purpose is. What the hell is this place?”
Daisy breathed a sigh of relief: "As you can see, I am Daisy Doddridge, the founder of the Leaky Cauldron. This place is indeed a time gap, or a fragment of time and space."
"What's the meaning?"
Daisy answered honestly: "I don't know which era, a great wizard cast magic on the entire world. Although the effect of the magic is unclear, the magic caused time and space to vibrate, like waves. On this day It swayed from the long river of time to the shore. It would have slowly returned to its original place, but another group of wizards noticed this change and used the Sands of Time to keep it."
Many thoughts ran through Loren's mind, but there were no substantive guesses. This matter was too unbelievable.
The only thing that is certain is that the female bar owner is the most special existence in this space, and she is wary of Daisy from afar.
Daisy did not continue to introduce this space, but instead said: "Please believe me, Mr. Morgan! If I want to murder you, I can definitely use a more effective method, right?"
Loren was a little hesitant. It was really not an option to continue in such a stalemate now...
Daisy quietly observed the man's expression, and took a few tentative steps forward quietly. After careful inspection and found nothing wrong, he slowly came to Loren and helped him remove the goblin-mixed Professor Flitwick. Moved to the soft haystack nearby.
Daisy moved the long table and stool over and glanced at the little witch in his arms. Daisy wisely did not make any more moves.
Seeing that she didn't make any move during the whole process, Loren slowly relaxed and let Hermione sit on the stool and lie on the long table.
He was silent for half a minute, collected his thoughts, and asked slowly: "Why me? I'm just an ordinary third-grade student. What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Let's put this question aside for a while. Let me continue to introduce this strange time and space to you..." Daisy looked at Loren carefully when he answered. Seeing that he did not raise any objection, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "You know A pure-blood family?"
Without waiting for Loren to answer, she said to herself: "The concept of pure blood has been around for a long time, but I think the pure blood I know should be different from the pure blood of your time. Otherwise Merlin would not Will throw those guys in.”