Vol 2 Chapter 923: That's not my butter beer

In Hogsmeade Village, the streets were already crowded with Hogwarts students, and the Three Broomsticks were crowded and noisy. Cheryl walked through the crowd with a large tray full of butter beers and snacks.
　　 The curvaceous Madame Rosmerta saw Ellen and immediately swayed towards them, "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, it's nice to meet you."
Her shiny high heels leaned toward Alan, and said worriedly: "Professor Harris, recently about you... rumors are flying all over the sky. This won't affect you much, right? What can I do for you? As long as the place 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 little things will delay our drinks business..." Allen politely soothed, and he found out that the other party was actually I was worried that once I was kicked out of the school, and even the Harris family fell, she would not be allowed to continue to regularly send wine to the giant squid in the Black Lake.
"I don't believe a word of the rumors in the newspaper." Mrs. Rosmerta emphasized in a low voice and glanced left and right with a little worry, and found that no one was paying attention before letting go, "Professor Harris, don't worry. , I prepare wines with different tastes to Black Lake every day. There is absolutely no delay or delay, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed. Miss Granger is very rigorous, but she will spot checks from time to time!"
　　 "Mrs. Rosmerta, please bring us two heavy cheesecakes." Hermione responded with a grudging smile, "Ellen, I'll go to the bathroom first."
　　Hermione didn't have much affection for this who also likes to use leaning over to attract wizards. Now she can't help but worry about the business when she sees the other party, and even expresses her support so sneaky.
"Then I'll go find a seat first." Allen watched Hermione turn around, and then said to the female boss of Three Broomsticks, "By the way, Mrs. Rosmerta, a few days later is a day worth celebrating. Please help me extra. Prepare six or seven barrels of red vinegar rum and fish-flavored green beer, and I will pick it up in person in a few days."
　　 Mrs. Rosmerta did not respond immediately. She frowned, rubbed her palms in front of her and decided to say: "Of course, Professor, I will be ready."
　　 Allen looked up and glanced at Mrs. Rosemerta, who was not happy even after receiving a big order. After seeing through her thoughts, the other party worried that the Harris family would not be able to withstand the menacing attack from the pure blood family.
　　 This kind of civic thought in the wizard made Alan feel a little funny, but he took out a handful of Garon from his pocket: "Yes, I just have some change with him, 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 meant." This made Mrs. Rosmerta blush, and she waved her hand to abdicate. In fact, whether it is the Ministry of Magic official or Hogwar She has the ability to build good relationships with the professors and students of Tz. If it wasn't for the trend of public opinion that seemed to be more unfavorable for Harris this time, she would not be so gloomy.
　　 "Oh, then please forgive me..." Allen apologized politely and then asked, "Also, Mrs. Rosemerta, have you seen Mr. Remus Lupin? Did he come to the pub?"
"Um... I'm sure I haven't seen Mr. Lupin 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. One hand pointed Alan in a direction, "There is a seat in the corner by the fireplace, and Cheryl and I have not arrived in a hurry to clean up as soon as the last guest left, but the privacy is better. If Professor Harris doesn’t mind. Take a seat first, I will bring the cake first."
　　 "That's fine, Mrs. Rosmerta, you are still so considerate." Allen praised the other's eyesight after he recovered, and then he sat down there.
　　 After a while, Hermione walked over and sat next to Allen. They hadn't talked yet. Mrs. Rosmerta personally carried a small basket and dodged the little wizard flexibly, and came to them.
"Sorry, Professor Harris, Miss Granger, there is only one cake left for the time being. When the next oven is ready, I will bring it to you immediately." Mrs. Rosmerta put the basket on the table and said apologetically— —She habitually puts herself on the table again.
"Mrs. Rosmerta~" A few more patrolling Aurors came in at the door of the hotel, as if they had become regular customers, but didn't seem to notice that the female boss of the three broomsticks was receiving Ellen, so there were full of little wizards. The tone of the hotel is a bit presumptuous.
　　 "It's okay, there seems to be a guest calling you over there, please go there first, don't need to look after us specially." Alan, who knew that some of the other party's actions were just habit, didn't care.
"I'm sorry, I'll let Cheryl send you the rest later." Mrs. Rosmerta nodded apologetically, turned and walked over-she was very satisfied with the Aurors patrolling Hogsmeade Village. We, like this situation of patronizing her shop more than the pig's head bar.
After the female boss left, she noticed that Hermione seemed a little unhappy. Allen pushed the cake tray towards Hermione. Her eyes looked at the only heavy cheesecake on the plate, but she hadn't waited for her to act. , Allen picked up the cake from the plate and snatched it.
Hermione looked at Ellen suspiciously, and didn’t understand what Ellen meant for a while-until Ellen grabbed the cake with her bare hands and held it in her hand, she realized that the other party was teasing her. , Some unskilled cooperation reached out to Allen: "Allen, I ordered it first!"
"But it's in my hand now." Allen jokingly shook the cake in her hand to Hermione, and used magic to prevent it from being crushed. Allen's body turned slightly in the opposite direction of Hermione, and the cake Lift 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 stiffly to try to grab the cake, and some of them yelled in an unskilled tone: "Ellen, give me back!"
　　 Allen took the cake back to him and smiled: "Take it."
　　As soon as the voice fell, Allen quickly put the cake to his mouth, and his tongue was exaggerated and disgusting, and he quickly licked the surface of the cake before trying to put it in Hermione's hands.
Hermione’s raised hand froze. Of course, for her, she and Ellen are already very close. It’s nothing to eat the cake that Ellen licked. It’s just that the lady who likes to talk about the rules is really difficult. Adapt to being too intimate in public.
Hermione, who was starting to look ruddy, glanced at Alan, and found that Alan’s expression was a bit as annoying as Draco Malfoy in the lower grades, which made her rise to the same level in the lower grades. With a somewhat overwhelming ambition, she gave up the cake as Allen expected, but unexpectedly picked up the butter beer glass in front of Allen.
Allen immediately realized what Hermione wanted to do, but he had just sat upright while leaning against the sofa and reached out with his free hand to grab the coffee cup in Hermione's hand: "Don't! Hell! Mina is..."
But Hermione was prepared for a long time. She was afraid that Alan would him away. She turned her back to Alan agilely, put her tongue on the edge of the cup faster than Alan cake, and then turned the edge of the cup. For a whole week.
Consciously succeeding in revenge, she turned around and shook the butter beer glass, and looked at Ellen triumphantly~EbookFREE.me~ Her body was also learning what Ellen did just now, leaning back on the sofa, with a red smile It's still brilliant from the past.
　　 "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, your butter beer is here." A female voice rang from behind Hermione.
Cheryl, the waitress with three broomsticks, brought a large tray and walked over, put the butter beer that Allen had ordered before and belonged to them on the table, and then took back the beer glass that Hermione had just licked and put it on the tray. , Smiled at the two people kindly: "Sorry, there are a lot of people today, I will take them away."
　　 Hermione, whose smile had been frozen, watched Cheryl sway and walk away a bit stiffly imitating the curvaceous posture used by Mrs. Rosmerta, and she turned her head to look at Ellen unwillingly.
"That's not my butterbeer... it was on the table... uh..." Allen let himself shrink back in the opposite direction of Hermione, then took a bite of the cake and added vaguely "Hermione, don't blame me...I tried I stopped you..."
With a retching, Hermione, who had no intention of beating Alan, jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Her two hands were still scratching her long and spitting tongue indecently—it made Hermione look like Very bad Hermione.
　　 Just as Hermione ran into the toilet, Allen heard a lot of students greet Professor Lupin from the entrance of the tavern.
Remus Lupin's figure looks a little blessed. Compared with previous years, he seems to be fed by Tonks. His face is rosy and shiny, his back is straight, and he knows that this person is in In happiness, only at this moment his brows were slightly frowned, as if something was bothering him.