All things are three at Hogwarts

In Hogsmeade Village, the streets were already crowded with Hogwarts students. The Three Broomsticks pub was crowded and noisy. Cheryl was walking through the crowd carrying a large tray full of butterbeer and snacks.

Mrs. Rosmerta, who was still graceful and graceful, saw Alan and immediately swayed towards them, "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, it's so nice to see you."

She moved her shiny high heels closer to Allen and said worriedly: "Professor Harris, there are rumors flying all over the place about you recently. This won't have a big impact on you, right? How can I help you? No matter what the place says, as long as I 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 even our wine business transactions..." Allen politely reassured, and he found out what the other party was actually doing. She was worried that once she was kicked out of school, or even the Harris family fell, she would not be allowed to continue regularly delivering wine and dumping it on the giant squid in the black lake.

"I don't believe a word of those rumors in the newspapers." Mrs. Rosmerta emphasized in a low voice and looked around worriedly. She was relieved when she found that no one was paying attention. "Professor Harris, don't worry. , I prepare wine with different flavors and send it to Black Lake every day. There is absolutely no delay or delay, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed. Miss Granger is very strict in her work but will conduct random inspections from time to time!"

"Mrs. Rosmerta, please bring us two pieces of heavy cheesecake." Hermione responded with a forced smile, "Ellen, I want to go to the bathroom first."

Hermione didn't have a good impression of this MILF shop owner who liked to lean over to attract wizards. Now she saw that she was so philistine and couldn't help but worry about her business. She even expressed her support in such a secretive way. She was a little unhappy.

"Then I'll find a seat first." Allen watched Hermione turn around, and then said to the female boss of the Three Broomsticks, "By the way, Mrs. Rosmerta, there will be a day worth celebrating in a few days, please help me extra." Prepare six or seven barrels of red vinegar rum and fish-flavored green beer, and I will come to pick them up in a few days."

Mrs. Rosmerta did not respond immediately. She frowned slightly, rubbed her palms in front of her body and made a decision, saying: "Of course, Professor, I will be ready."

Allen raised his head and glanced at Mrs. Rosmerta, who did not show joy even after receiving a large order. He saw through her thoughts. She was worried that the Harris family would not be able to withstand the menacing attack from the pure-blood family.

Allen couldn't help but find this idea of ​​a wizard's philistine a little funny, but he took out a few Galleons from his pocket and said, "By the way, I happen to have some change with me, so I'll give it to you first."

"No, no...Professor Harris, you misunderstood. I'm just worried about you...that's not what you meant." This made Mrs. Rosmerta blush, and she quickly waved her hands to refuse. In fact, whether it was an official from the Ministry of Magic or Hogwart She has the ability to build good relationships with her professors and students. If the public opinion trend had not turned increasingly unfavorable to Harris this time, she would not have lost her composure.

"Oh, please forgive me..." Allen apologized politely, and then asked, "Also, Mrs. Rosmerta, have you seen Mr. Remus Lupin? Has he come to the tavern?"

"Well...I'm sure I haven't seen Mr. Lupin so far. I think Professor Harris can sit in the corner over there and wait." Mrs. Rosmerta put one hand on the handle of the chair next to her and said Pointing to Allen in the direction with one hand, "There is a seat in the corner next to the fireplace. The last guest has just left. Cheryl and I have not yet arrived and we have to clean up quickly, but the privacy is better. If Professor Harris doesn't mind, we can Take a seat first, and I'll bring the cake over first."

"That's good, Mrs. Rosmerta, you are still so considerate." Allen praised the other party's eyesight after recovering, and then sat down over there.

After waiting for a while, Hermione came over and sat next to Alan. Before they could talk, Mrs. Rosmerta herself carried a small basket and nimbly dodged the running little wizard and came to them.

"Sorry Professor Harris, Miss Granger, there is only one piece of cake left for now. I will bring it to you as soon as the next oven is baked." Mrs. Rosmerta put the basket on the table and said apologetically. I habitually propped myself up on the table.

A few more patrolling Aurors came in at the entrance of the "Mrs. Rosmerta" hotel, and they seemed to have become regular customers, but they didn't seem to notice that the female owner of the Three Broomsticks was receiving Ellen, so in a room full of little wizards The tone in the hotel seemed a little unrestrained.

"It's okay. There seems to be a guest over there calling you. Please go over there first. You don't have to look after us." Allen, who knew that some of the other party's actions were just out of habit, didn't pay attention.

"Sorry, I'll ask Cheryl to bring the rest to you later." Mrs. Rosmerta nodded apologetically and turned around and walked over. She was very satisfied with the Aurors patrolling Hogsmeade Village. I prefer visiting her shop to the Pig Head Bar.

After the female boss left, he noticed that Hermione seemed a little unhappy. Allen pushed the cake tray towards Hermione. Her eyes looked at the only piece of heavy cheese cake on the plate, but before she could make any move , Allen picked up the cake from the plate and snatched it away.

Hermione looked at Allen in confusion. She didn't understand what Allen meant for a while. It wasn't until Allen grabbed the cake with his bare hands and held it in his hand that she realized that the other person was teasing her. He stretched out his hand to Allen unskillfully: "Alan, I ordered it first!"

"But it's in my hand now." Allen jokingly shook the cake in his hand at Hermione, and used magic to prevent the soft and tender cake from being crushed. Allen tilted his body slightly in the opposite direction to Hermione, and held the cake He held it aside to prevent Hermione from snatching it away.

Hermione actually felt quite comfortable with this common playful method among witches and wizards. She stretched out her hand stiffly and tried to grab the cake, and shouted in an unskilled tone: "Ellen, give it back!"

Allen took the cake back to him and said with a smile: "Take it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen quickly put the cake to his mouth, stuck out his tongue in an exaggerated and disgusting manner, quickly licked the surface of the cake, and then tried to put it into Hermione's hand.

Hermione's raised hand froze. Of course, for her, her relationship with Allen was already very close. It didn't matter if she ate the cake that Allen had licked. It was just that the know-it-all who liked to tell rules found it difficult. Getting used to being too close in public.

Hermione, who started to look a little rosy, glanced at Allen and found that Allen's expression at this time was a bit as annoying as Draco Malfoy in the lower grade, which made her also have the same expression as in the lower grade. Somewhat competitive, she gave up the cake as Alan expected, but to his surprise, she picked up the butterbeer glass in front of Alan.

Allen immediately realized what Hermione wanted to do, but he had just sat upright while leaning on the sofa, and reached over with his free hand to grab the coffee cup from Hermione's hand: "Don't! He! Minna is..."

But Hermione was already on guard. She was afraid that Allen would snatch her away, so she quickly turned her back to Allen, stuck out her tongue faster than Allen just did, put her tongue on the rim of the cup, and then let the rim of the cup turn. for a whole week.

Feeling that her revenge was successful, she turned around, shook her butterbeer glass, and looked at Allen triumphantly. Her body also imitated Allen's action just now, leaning back on the sofa, her rosy smile brighter than before.

"Professor Harris, Miss Granger, your butterbeer has arrived." A female voice sounded from behind Hermione.

Cheryl, the waitress at the Three Broomsticks, came over with a large tray, placed their butterbeer that Allen had ordered before on the table, and then took back the beer glass that Hermione had just licked and put it on the tray. , smiled flatteringly at the two of them: "Sorry, there are a lot of people today, I will take them away right away."

Hermione, whose smile had solidified, watched Cheryl swaying and walking away, imitating Mrs. Rosmerta's usual graceful posture. She turned to look at Allen unwillingly.

"That's not my butterbeer...it's from the previous table...uh..." Alan made himself shrink 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 sound, Hermione, who had no intention of beating Alan, jumped up and immediately ran to the bathroom. Her two hands were still scratching her long tongue in an uncivilized manner, which made Hermione look very uncomfortable. Hermione.

Just as Hermione ran into the toilet, Allen heard the voices of many students greeting Professor Lupin from the door of the tavern.

Remus Lupine looked a little fatter. Compared with previous years, he seemed to be well-fed by Tonks. His face was rosy and shiny, and his back was straight. It was obvious at a glance that this man was in a state of happiness. , but at this moment his brows furrowed slightly, as if something was bothering him.