Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Parsifal really never thought that he would have to deal with Quilinus, the Dark Lord with a temporary nose attached to the back of his forehead, Professor Quirrell, so early, and that he would reveal his intentions in his choice of wine. It's really thorough.

Unicorn blood.

This cocktail was developed by Parsifal just last night. It is actually based on a practice drink from "over there" and added with materials unique to the wizarding world.

15 ounces of silver tequila, 15 ounces of elderflower liqueur sourced from Diagon Alley behind the Leaky Cauldron, 1 ounce of lime juice, freshly squeezed from the greenest pre-picked limes to extract it The sour taste. In sharp contrast to the formula, it is its simplest and crudest production method.

——Add everything together with ice into a shaker, shake vigorously for 20 seconds, and then pour into a cleaned cocktail glass.

"Please use it. Fortunately, this is just a wine and will not keep you living a cursed life."

The wine glass was handed to Professor Quirrell by Parsifal, who introduced him in a low voice.

This wine presents a pure white silver color, but this silver color does not reflect the light under the light and gives people a bleak feeling. When it was shaken, the wine swayed in the cup as thickly as mercury and looked a little viscous.

"Oh, this looks like."

Professor Quirrell picked up the glass, gently smelled the aroma in the glass, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"Looking at your age, are you a student at Hogwarts?"

He closed his eyes and savored the taste of this wine. It was extremely fragrant, extremely sour, and permeated with the aroma of elderflower, which undoubtedly put him in a good mood. Raising his head, he looked at Parsifal.

"Yes, my name is Parsifal. I will enter the first grade this year and use my vacation time to help Uncle Tom run the bar. Who are you?"

Parsifal nodded, then asked pretendingly. Uncle Tom was one of the conditions he negotiated with Tom, using the other person's identity to help him round up the age issue.

"Quilinus Quirrell, I am, ww, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. The wine is very good."

Quirrell stuttered and forced a smile. His cheeks were already slightly red, no doubt due to the feeling of alcohol. The "one" who shared his senses was satisfied with the taste of this glass of wine and was calling Quirrell in his mind for another glass.

——Silver tequila, plus elderflower liqueur. The alcohol content of the two main base liquors is above 50 degrees. In addition, the carbon dioxide bubbles in the cola significantly absorb the blood vessels. This cocktail is actually A very strong choice.

"Really? Can I buy you a drink?"

Parsifal smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked very honored, which made Quirrell nod his head very happily.

If Andy had seen Parsifal's expression, he would have been praying for Professor Quirrell. Whenever Parsifal does this, it means that someone unfortunate enough has offended him and will face retaliation.

Picking up a large glass of water and placing it on the bar, Parsifal poured 45 ounces into the shaker without hesitation, then took out the fire whiskey and poured in exactly 05 ounces. Lift the shaker, shake vigorously, pour into a tall glass, and add a few ice cubes.

The drink in the cup shows a very beautiful brown-red color, crystal clear and looks very beautiful. Firewhiskey ignites a light blue flame on the cup, which is a specialty in the wizarding world, and does not actually feel hot.

"Please use it slowly, Earl Gray tea."

Putting the cup on the coaster, Parsifal bowed and handed it to Quirrell. When he said yes, he deliberately emphasized his tone.

"Isn't this just iced tea? The drinks provided are really shabby. Sure enough, you are still a child."

"Thanks, thanks, I think I need, need, a cup of elixir."

Professor Quirrell's cheeks tightened and he thought with some disdain, but he still took it and held it in his hand. Neither he nor the "one" stuck to the back of his head took the drink seriously.

But Earl Gray tea is indeed Earl Gray tea, it's just the flammable version. If someone touches it with a lighter, the false flame will turn into the real thing.

Take a big sip happily, about two-thirds of the glass. But in the next moment, Quirrell undoubtedly regretted it.

Starting from the throat and moving downwards from the mouth, a burning sensation like a flame spread to the tumbling intestines and stomach, causing bursts of burning pain. The spicy alcohol rushed straight into my brain, and tears flowed down immediately.

"Water! Water!"

Quirrell stood up and reached over the bar, looking for ice water.

"Idiot! Didn't he have it in front of him just now?"

In his mind, the Two-hole Socket Man, who had belatedly cut off his senses, scolded his stupid servant. Under his command, Quirrell picked up the large glass of cold water and drank it in one gulp.

Thick darkness falls.

Professor Quirrell's body swayed, but he still leaned back extremely firmly and fell down.

"knock."

The back of his head hit the ground, making close contact with the floor, making a painful collision sound.

"Wait, that's not water."

It was only then that Parsifal's anxious reminder finally sounded in the ears of the unconscious Quirrell.

"I got the Dark Lord drunk before I entered school, and I probably broke his nose which he still has. What should I do? Wait online! It's very urgent!"

Parsifal·Seeking help online·Defeating the Dark Lord Williams sighed helplessly.

In fact, he himself did not expect this tragedy to happen. Although he did have a bit of mischief in that cup of earl gray tea (combustible), and there was nothing wrong with the firewhiskey itself, but the glass of water that made up most of the ingredients was not that simple.

The scientific name of the water is actually "spiry rektyfikowany", or in more common terms, eaux-de-vie, a distilled vodka with an alcohol content of 96. He discovered this when he passed by a Soviet specialty store that was about to run out of business. After buying a lot of vodka and liqueur, the very grateful boss shouted "toвapnw (comrade)" and forced it into his arms.

Originally, he thought of just giving him some flammable Earl Grey, but who would have thought that Quirrell, who was impatient, drank half a glass of water of life in one gulp?

"Tom, please send this poor Professor Quirrell to his room on the second floor. He may not want to drink again for a few years."

After confirming that Quirrell was still breathing, Parsifal called to Tom, the boss in the backyard, and asked him to clean up a room and come out.

Although the first floor of the Leaky Cauldron Bar is really not a place to display, the rooms on the second floor are very clean, with thick velvet mattresses and clean sheets, which are almost comparable to the reception standards of chain hotels 20 years later.

"I hope Professor Quirrell had a peaceful night's sleep."

Parsifal sighed secretly and began to make cocktails for the new guests.

Out of the corner of his eye, the little house elf was dragging Professor Quirrell up the stairs. Because it is really too old, the floating spell will temporarily fail from time to time, and the sound of "knock, knock, knock" keeps sounding.