Hogwarts Everything is Three

Allen fell into a warm embrace, and the enthusiasm of the other party made him a little unbearable. Allen's cheeks were hot, making him feel at one time whether he had gone to the Burrow... Then a strong smell came, making Ai Lun couldn't help but let out a "Woo!", which also reminded him of Ravenclaw's words-Hufflepuff disliked Ravenclaw's bathing frequency too often...

"Helgar, if you hold him back for a while, you don't need to check his wounds." Rowena Ravenclaw said grimly.

Helga Hufflepuff finally let go. I don’t know if it’s because of being strangled too tightly or being smoked a little dizzy. Allen's face is purplish, she carefully checked the wound on Alan’s face: "Oh. Don’t worry, she’s doing a good job. You will get better soon. You can get whatever medicinal materials you need. Poor child, I must have not eaten them lately. Let me think about it. I’ll make it for you. The food you swallow will be better soon-but you still love to be clean than Ravenclaw? Remember not to bathe until the wound is healed, boy."

"Helga, I'm hungry, get me something to eat first." Rowena Ravenclaw flicked the table top with his fingers.

The hostess of the tavern didn’t care about Rowena’s attitude, but kindly suggested: “In the daytime, an apprentice brought me a few rare big-mouthed colored ball fish. They look pretty good, better than the average color. The chin of the ball fish has a lot more flesh, I have one for you."

"It turns out that the big-mouthed ball fish in "Singing and Singing" really exists..." Alan could not help but feel like a world away when he heard this familiar name. The ball fish is a small spherical fish with two long legs and legs. It has webbed feet. It lives in deep lakes and feeds on water snails. Color ball fish are not dangerous, but they can bite swimmers' feet and clothes. The mermaid treats the colored ball fish as a scourge, and will tie its long legs into knots and let it drift along the water-and the big-mouth colored ball fish is one of the strange creatures that Luna thinks exists but most people do not agree with. One.

At this time, an apprentice wizard in the kitchen brought some pumpkin-like utensils with a lid to Allen and their right table, facing someone carrying a lute like a pear cut in half. The red-haired man with a vicissitudes face said, "Your pudding is here."

Hearing the pudding, Alan was a little curious as to why Ravenclaw didn’t order it, and she didn’t seem to even look at the pudding. You know, for a while, Alan wondered if Luna only eats pudding...

Therefore, Allen couldn't help but turned his head and glanced, and found that the pumpkin lid was opened. The so-called pudding was just a mixture of fruit and oatmeal.

Noting the look in Alan’s eyes, Ravenclaw followed Alan’s gaze and looked at him, and then shrank the corners of his mouth with disdain. "Those things invented by the Muggle bald guys in the monastery, they call this stuff pudding. You don't need to eat this, Helga will prepare better for you, but this Muggle bard has always been very conscious and sings well."

Allen was a little surprised by the identity of the Celtic busker, "So Muggles can also come in? Oh, there is no "International Wizarding Federation Secrecy Act"... to be precise, the International Wizarding Federation has not yet. , Ms. Hufflepuff really treats everyone equally, even if the other party is a Muggle—but this Muggle is not afraid of wizards in this age of ignorance?"

Then, Allen looked up at the wooden boards hung on the wooden beams behind the bar. That was also the bar’s menu, but there was only a thick broth on it. There were only two types of alcohol, Al and wine, and they were limited to each person. I can only order three cups-although I don't know the specific prices now, Allen estimates that in Hufflepuff's style it is very cheap in this era.

Allen couldn't help standing up again and looking around, and found that the food on each table in the room was different. In fact, almost no one ordered the broth according to the menu.

Helga Hufflepuff came over with a large tray. She noticed Ellen's puzzled eyes and explained to him understandingly: "Business hours are from the beginning of the curfew to the end of the curfew. People call me here" "Late night pub", there are only these on the menu, but you can order other dishes as you like. I will try my best to do what I can. This is my business policy. As you can see, there are actually a lot of customers."

The food in the tray was put on the table one by one, Helga poured a glass of Ayre for Rowena Ravenclaw, and put a bowl of thick broth in front of Alan, "Add some Herbs that can help wounds heal have a certain soothing effect. I rotten the meat with a fork in advance. You can easily drink it without chewing. Taste it, how does it taste?"

After speaking, Helga put the last bowl of soup on the tray and the exquisitely carved gold cup with wine on the table, and then did it on the chair himself.

Alan recognized that it was Hufflepuff's golden cup. This treasure with various magical powers was really just like a legend that it was only used by the other party to hold wine?

Hufflepuff wiped her hands with a handkerchief, took a sip of wine, then scooped a piece of stewed meat with a spoon and put it in her mouth. When she swallowed it, she nodded in satisfaction: "In fact, thick broth with herbs tastes better, but the cost is too expensive."

Alan's appetite as he looked at the other party also turned his attention from the golden cup to his own broth.

"Roina, how are you thinking about it? I contacted Salazar and asked him to bring Godric back to us for a detailed discussion. The aggressive guy commissioned the goblin king Legnak I to create a piece for him. The sword, but no one among the wizards is willing to fight him. In the end, this guy went to find some Muggle King Ethelred II's champion of the martial arts tournament. The knights went to a duel, and he said he could only use the sword. Knowing how to use magic is really uncomfortable." Hufflepuff asked, looking at Rowena Ravenclaw, who had already attacked the colorful ball fish.

The reason why Hufflepuff sat next to Allen was of course not just to taste the thick broth with Allen, but to discuss matters with Ravenclaw.

"Um...it's too much trouble to teach those dumb guys." Rowena Ravenclaw said vaguely, looking reluctant to shirk it.

"Pure-blood wizards like to hold on to their knowledge so that they can only be passed on within their own families, and now no one can learn systematically under the mode of a wizard with several apprentices. It depends on the personal level of the instructor... even those The wizard families are all unevenly born, let alone those Muggle-born wizards. If you are lucky, you can hope to become one of the apprentices of a certain wizard and learn some superficial knowledge. Once they Their identities were exposed to Muggles, and waiting for this group of them without much self-protection ability is the endless pursuit and persecution of the church, not to mention those Muggle children who showed most of the magical riots, many were directly by them. 'S parents killed to avoid the church coming. Rowena, we can't patronize ourselves, we should help them stay away from the prying eyes of Muggles and the persecution of the church, so that the wizards can have a place to shelter and a place for promotion— —My tavern is too trivial about this." Helga took the hand of Ravenclaw who had stopped eating.

Ravenclaw tried to pull his hand out, "Let's talk about it when they come back, let me eat first, this one is much better than ordinary pale watercolor ball fish."

This feeling of witnessing history fascinated Alan. The text in the book turned into reality and played by his side. Such an experience is really rare. "Isn't Ravenclaw pleased to..." Instead, Allen found Luna's troublesome temperament from the opponent again.

Then, the Muggle troubadour came over from his seat~www.NovelMTL.com~ picked up his lute, played a short piece of music, adjusted the tone, and faced the people in the tavern. Said: "I have been wandering around, I am here to sing a song "In Memories", a folk song from Ireland, please enjoy it with everyone here."

The sound of the melodious piano sounded, he half-squinted his eyes and turned his head sideways, as if immersed in good memories, singing eulogies affectionately, "The white smoke you call is slowly riding on the wind at this moment, disappearing little by little. In the clouds in the sky..."

"I helped him heal his injuries, and he didn't seem to be afraid of wizards, so I invited him to my tavern for dinner. I didn't charge him. As a reward, he played and sang a song in my tavern. Not many, he only came two or three times a month." Helga applauded the Muggle troubadour who had just finished singing and saying goodbye, not only she, but everyone in the tavern. He applauded, and Hufflepuff said to Allen with a cheeky face, "No wizard cares about his Muggle status anymore. In fact, he is quite popular."

"Thank you for the hospitality." The Muggle opened the door of the tavern and disappeared into the night-although at this time he guessed he could only find a haystack for the night.

But the atmosphere in the tavern was ignited. "Awesome!" A witch said excitedly, raising her wine glass, and enjoying the food in such a warm and flowing place, which is comforting.

Although on this hot summer night, Allen didn’t need the steaming thick broth to warm up his body, but in such an environment, his mind couldn’t help but relax, and bite the bowl of thick broth. All the broth was drunk, and a thin layer of sweat was covered on his forehead. He sighed and put down the bowl, only feeling comfortable all over, as if he was alive again.