Vol 2 Chapter 686: Do you have a dog? (Thank you sincerely to the leader, foolish old man)

Alan read through with some amusement Hermione’s careful thoughts about separating himself from Ms. Rosmerta, he put his hand on his waist bag-he just touched a bag of Jin Jialong, but then he thought of him and He Min wasn't just acquainted, and it was a good thing not to be so clear with Hermione at this time, at least it could aggravate the other person's feeling of being needed invisibly.
Then Allen's hand on his waist bag turned into rubbing Hermione's hair again, and he turned into a seat.
"Oh, lovely girl, don’t worry, I’m in my forties." Ms. Rosmerta also felt a little upset, because Allen’s recent name made her forget the other’s age, but she looked at her and Like the other little witches at Hogwarts, Hermione who eats her own jealousy can't help but look happier, "I'll make you something to eat so that you can feed you little sweethearts, Cheryl, come and join here. Lady to talk."
Rosmerta chuckled slightly, and cast a wink at Hermione, who was blushing too late to respond, and turned to leave.
"Would you like to drink something to warm up your body? The rain just now was really too big. How about butter beer? I noticed that you and the other Gryffindor companions seem to like it best." Favored, but sweet-looking, a thirty-year-old saleswoman with honey-colored hair came over enthusiastically and recommended it to Hermione.
Hermione glanced at the Gryffindor companions who were still digging their heads outside the store and dared not to come in... nodded somewhat amused and did not refuse.
Sheryl, the saleswoman, swiftly got a glass of butter beer and placed it in front of Hermione. The two had a general negotiation about ordering alcohol. Hermione was already familiar with this kind of business in the umbrella company, but this time she did. There is no excessive pressure on the other party's price-after all, it is just a few barrels of wine a day, there is no need to be too stingy in such a small matter and lose Harris' decentness.
Sheryl and Hermione talked about business, and then hesitantly asked Hermione: "Miss Granger, I actually have a question for you. You have been awarded the Merlin Class III Medal. I also heard that the Ministry of Magic recently I will give you a second-level one, and I listened to other little wizards at Hogwarts-they all spoke highly of you, and they did excellent work. As a Muggle-born, how can you have such an achievement today? Realizing that what she said is prone to misunderstanding, the saleswoman hurriedly explained to the little witch who had just given herself a big deal, "Ah sorry, Miss Granger, please forgive me for my recklessness. I did not discriminate against Muggles. The meaning of being a wizard, I mean, how can you have time to do so many other things while taking into account so many homework? I was in Slytherin, and I thought I was working hard. But the results are not too good..."
Hermione frowned. She knew that Sheryl didn't mean it, she was just a little curious, but from her words revealed the kind of disdain for Muggles, as if pure blood should be better than a Muggle-born little wizard Of course, this kind of idea is better. It seems that people of Muggle background have achieved high achievements, which is a very strange thing-this kind of implicit discrimination is actually ubiquitous in the wizarding world.
So Hermione thought for a while, and the wizards who decided to be Muggle-born replied: "Muggle-born wizards generally have better logical thinking. This allows us to organize our learning tasks more structured."
"Logical thinking?" Sheryl stroked her hair and looked a little puzzled. As a pure-blooded student, she was not familiar with this term, who had not taken a Muggle studies course when she was studying at Hogwarts.
Hermione squeezed her hand on the counter at the bar: "It's hard to explain to you, I'll show it to you."
"Do you have a dog?" Hermione asked, straightening up.
"Keep a dog."
"So it means you love animals."
"Yes." The saleswoman nodded.
"Since you love animals, you must love your children very much." Hermione glanced at the other person's somewhat blessed figure and continued to reason.
"Of course." Cheryl replied without hesitation. "In fact, I have just given birth to a baby for almost half a year."
"So if you have children, you must have a husband. He may not be in good health recently? But there shouldn't be any major problems, but you should love him very much?"
"Yes, I have a very handsome husband, but unfortunately he contracted dragon pox before. Fortunately, he is very young and he is recovering well without leaving many scars." Cheryl nodded proudly, then Surprised again: "How do you know this?"
"If you can still keep pets and you have time to ponder these idle issues, it means that your family life is still very happy. If it weren’t for your husband’s problem, you wouldn’t have come out and run to three soon after giving birth. Work as a clerk in the broom." Hermione raised her eyebrows and smiled triumphantly. "Now the last point, if you have children and a husband, it means you are not gay, right?"
"That's right!" The female clerk couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's amazing, you actually got all my information right."
"This is logical thinking. We Muggle students use it to arrange learning time and integrate similar knowledge points to help us remember." Hermione gently cocked her leg~EbookFREE.me~ and put the butter beer in the glass. After drunk it, he jumped down from his chair and walked briskly to Alan's table.
After the meal, Luna took Helena, who could only watch them eat, to the village of Hogsmeade, while Hermione threw Alan out of the three broomsticks and asked him to get some. The seafood then went to the Black Lake to greet the giant squid, and she first followed Ms. Rosemerta to collect the goods.
Seeing Alan and his team dispersed, Ron and his party rushed in from the door and walked to the bar.
Ron knocked on the bar, attracting the attention of the saleswoman Cheryl. Ron lifted his chin in the direction Hermione had just left, and then asked: "Did Granger just say something to you? What is your face?"
"Oh, she just taught me what logical thinking is." Sheryl said with a look of admiration, and then faced the new customers, "What do you want to drink? Huh? Today is not a weekend, nor did I Seeing a professor, did you sneak out? Be careful not to lose points when you go back..."
"Logical thinking?" Although Ron had heard Hermione say this, he was a little bit confused as a pureblood.
"Ahem, okay, I'll show you it." The saleswoman coughed slightly. She was a little interested. Following the way Hermione was just now, she reached the bar with her hand and asked Ron, " Do you have a dog?"
Ron didn't know, so he answered honestly: "No support."
The female clerk did not expect that he would say such an answer. She was stunned for a while and recalled Hermione’s conversation just now. Then, under the surprised gaze of the Gryffindor group of five, she pointed her finger at Luo. Hmm, blurted out in a tone as if you had discovered some great secret: "This shows that you are a gay!"