Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 228
"Do you like to drink too?"

Although I only met him once, and even though Harry gave him a big fight before, as a qualified social terrorist, Harry didn't have any embarrassment on his face, instead he greeted Arthur like an old friend.

"I just ordered wine and worry about no one chatting, let's have a drink or two together."

Not allowing Arthur to refuse more, Harry took his arm and sat on the chair opposite to him, and pushed a plate of snacks with wine over, sliced ​​cheese sticks and thumb biscuits went well with wine, crispy corn The thin slices also exude a strong cheese aroma.

"Thank you very much then."

Compared to being on the dueling arena, Arthur seemed to be a little introverted and nervous, as if the clown who was laughing madly on the stage was not the same as him. There was a big difference between him on and off the stage.

Harry was a little curious about this change, but only a little bit, because wizards, there are a lot of weird people, and there are people who can talk to the back of their heads.

"I heard you say that you are from Arkham? I don't know much about the wizarding world, can you tell me about it? I'm curious about the wizarding schools other than Hogwarts."

"It's a small place." Arthur pursed his lips and smiled a little sheepishly, "Arkham was closed in the second year after I graduated because of poor management and the inability to recruit students, like this Many of the magic schools have disappeared now."

When mentioning his alma mater, Arthur didn't seem to be too touched, but simply lamented that things are right and people are wrong.

"But the professor who taught you the Transfiguration Technique must be quite powerful. You seem to be only 20 years old. You have already achieved this level of skills after three years of graduation. You are much better than others."

"But you still lost, didn't you?"

Compared to the time when he was so aggrieved that he was about to cry on stage, now Arthur seems to have let go of his past failure. After all, crying is indeed a bit embarrassing.

"But it's been four years since I graduated. I left school when I was 16. The one who really taught me the art of transfiguration wasn't the professor at school. Maybe you don't know much about it. A small magic school like Arkham actually only teaches you. Some spells used in daily life, my teacher gave me the enlightenment of transfiguration, but that was not good because he was not very good at this magic either."

"It should be life that really taught me the art of transfiguration."

Arthur gradually let go of his previous tension. After all, when talking about the things he is most familiar with, people can always talk, especially in front of someone who is better than you, tell him something he doesn't like. There is a subtle sense of accomplishment in knowing things.

"I work in a circus." Arthur smiled slightly, with a hint of caution in his smile, "It took me three years to learn how to be a clown and play this role well, but in the next year I But I found that... as a clown, I can't make people laugh."

"Maybe I don't have the talent. My jokes are very cold and I can't make my audience laugh."

"So I was kicked out."

"But you still want to stand on the stage, right?" Harry chewed a cheese stick overflowing with milk. If Arthur had completely given up the role he had worked so hard to get for three years, then he probably wouldn't appear Here, in the arena of the duel.

"I want people to see me more, even if they don't see me because I can make them laugh, but that's not bad, right."

"I used to be not sure if I really existed, but now I am very sure." When he said this, Arthur seemed to have some fresh light in his eyes, "I have a disease, a kind of disease that only exists when I am sad. A disease that makes you laugh out loud, a disease that only makes you laugh out loud when you are happy.”

"I can't cry, but I also want to thank you. If you didn't knock me out in the end, I would probably be considered a lunatic, but it's good to be a lunatic. At least that way, people will start to notice I."

Arthur took a deep look at Harry, wondering what was going on in his mind.

But soon, his vision was blocked, and a huge wine barrel floated in front of him, and the waiter with goblin blood patted the oak barrel inlaid with the brand of "Maiden's Fuge".

"Here comes your wine, sir, do you need some food to go with it?"

He handed him a menu, but Harry didn't even open it.

"Then get one first."

A small bag of heavy gold galleons was handed over by Harry. His fingers lightly traced a circle on the oak barrel, and then he directly opened the skull of the barrel.

A strong fruity aroma wafted out, and a stream of water flew into the goblet, sobering up the wine in a magical way, which was more suitable for a guy like Harry who drank from a bucket.

The waiter with gleaming eyes was a little more respectful due to the heavy touch in his hand. He slightly raised his hand to the side, and the music in the tavern became more cheerful, as if there was a vague fragrance. Floating over, it was the fragrant powder smell from the dancing girl.

"Isn't this a serious tavern?"

Harry glanced at the waiter teasingly.

"But it's not impossible to be less serious."

"But I'm a decent person." Harry drank the light amber wine in the glass without any pretense. After seeing what is the most beautiful in the world, he completely dismissed these ordinary beauties.

"Excuse me, sir, the accompaniment meal you want will be here soon, with the freshest ingredients, from"

"I don't want Japanese seafood. If you dare to serve a plate of octopus with more than 20 legs, I will demolish your store."

"How is it possible!" The voice of the waiter who seemed to be insulted raised his voice twice, "How could I use something that even a dog would not eat, to stain your eyes, your distinguished guest."

The waiter who quickly excused himself hurriedly ran to the kitchen. Judging from the pleased expression on his face, he probably wanted to use his whip to supervise the chef.

After a few glasses of wine and a sumptuous seafood dinner, Arthur, who was a little dizzy and tongue-tied, talked to Harry about another side of the wizarding world that Harry had never seen.

It was the life of small characters and people. Compared with them, the students in the ivory tower of Hogwarts seemed to be living in a dream. After leaving the school, the most real side of the wizarding world would gradually surface.

In this real world, what interests Harry the most is the golden belt that is not used for murder and arson.

If there is a faster way to make money than robbing a bank, then it must be to rob a drug lord's house. Although the latter is more dangerous than the former, the rewards will definitely be greater.

Harry is not very short of money now, and there are still a few million in the Gringotts vault that he has no place to spend.

But it wasn't gold that interested him at all, but there, in that lawless land of ferocity and cunning, there was a paradise where he could do whatever he wanted.

The duel competition was a bit too boring. At least so far, Harry failed to achieve his purpose of participating in the competition. His theoretical foundation was solid enough, but he lacked the experience to transform these theories into actual strength.

"Let's practice with you guys."

Harry drank the last glass of wine. There was still half a drop of wine in the empty barrel. Arthur, who had talked a lot with Harry, had already hunched his shoulders and buried his head in the soft sofa. .

(End of this chapter)