Hogwarts pet owl

Errol knew very well that this specially prepared nourishing potion could indeed slow down her aging.

If she keeps drinking it, she should be able to survive until sixth grade.

This time happens to be the time of the final battle between Harry Potter and Voldemort.

As for whether this was Dumbledore's plan, Errol said it didn't matter.

Everyone gets what he needs, trades equally, that's all.

But if you want to survive, it is definitely not possible to place your hopes on others.

So in the afternoon confinement, after seeing Snape's exquisite methods of brewing various potions, Errol asked a question:

[Professor, I heard that there is a magic potion that can increase the total magic power of a wizard? 】

Snape glanced at Errol and said,

"There is indeed such a potion, but there is no way to brew it now."

【why? 】

"The most critical one, the 'Horn of the Minotaur', is no longer there because the Minotaur is extinct."

Errol sighed secretly, this is really a sad story.

She originally wanted to do both.

Taking away the life force of the basilisk is the first option, but it is very difficult to plan for Tom Riddle to obtain the life force of the basilisk.

So she prepared plan two, which is to enhance her own magic power enough to learn Animagus transformation. Once she has hands, she has countless ways to gain lifespan and a young human body through the "Fingertip Universe"!

"Weasley, are you still thinking about using animagus to become human?"

Snape shook his head,

"That's too dangerous. I advise you not to do it. After all, you are still a little smarter than those idiots whose heads are full of splendens. It would be a pity to die."

……

……

The plan failed, and Errol didn't think of how to plot against Tom Riddle. She spent Saturday in a depressed mood.

It's just that the depressed mood has been haunting her, and she urgently needs to relax.

Today is Sunday. Because Hogwarts students can only go to Hogsmeade on Saturdays, Hogsmeade will be very quiet today.

Not to mention that today is not Hogsmeade Village's open day. Even if it is an open day, Errol, as a first-year student, is not qualified to go to Hogsmeade.

But is this a problem?

We are owls and can fly.

The walls of Hogwarts can't stop Errol!

The scenery of the Scottish Highlands, the misty Forbidden Forest, the majestic castle, and the Quidditch goals sparkling in the sun.

Errol soared in the sky, her mood gradually becoming as soft as a cloud.

She descended from the clouds and swooped towards Hogsmeade. She seemed to smell the aroma of pastries.

But what attracted her most was the strong malt smell in the barrel.

There are two pubs in Hogsmeade,

One is the Three Broomsticks, which is the most popular bar here. Hogwarts students like to come here to drink butterbeer. Of course, it is common for unconventional people like the Twins to get some hard liquor back to school and have a party. ;

The other bar is the Pig's Head Pub, which is dirty but cheap and opened by Aberforth Dumbledore, the younger brother of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Errol's destination is the Pig's Head Bar.

Because she is poor.

There isn't even a copper nut on her body!

At the Pig's Head Bar, she was confident of using Aberforth's emotions to trick him into drinking.

It's still early, so the windows of the Pig's Head Bar are open for ventilation.

This opened the door for Errol to fly straight into the bar and land on the bar.

Aberforth Dumbledore, who had a wild white beard, saw Errol and immediately came over.

"What did I see? An owl?"

He muttered drunkenly:

"How long has it been since I received a letter? Five years, ten years? Could it be a letter from Aunt Abernathy? Oh, poor Aunt Abernathy, I don't know if she is doing well alone in the United States. .”

"Okay, little owl, where did you hide my letter? In the scarf? Whose owl are you from? You actually wear a scarf, um - Gryffindor color... Oh, you also wear glasses, It’s so funny, if you had a scar on your forehead, I’d think you were Harry Potter!”

"Boom!"

[Hello, sir, I am not a messenger. I am a first-year student at Hogwarts. My name is Errol Weasley. 】

"Wow!"

Aberforth took two steps back. He looked at the words flashing above Errol's head with some disbelief.

He turned around, picked up the rag prepared to wipe the table from the basin, and wiped his face casually.

The cold wet feeling made him wake up a little,

Turning his head again, he and Owl Girl met each other's eyes. The weird dialog box and the cool luminous characters inside seemed to tell him that he was not hallucinating just now because he was drunk.

"Oh, Hogwarts even has an owl class now?"

"Drink, that guy Dumbledore is getting crazier and madder."

[Yes, I agree with you very much, sir. Old Headmaster Dumbledore is an old madman! 】

"Really, right? You think so too?"

[Of course, sir, I think we must have a common language, well, at least in our understanding of Principal Dumbledore. 】

"Hahaha, you are such an interesting owl."

[So sir, why don't we sit down and have a drink together to denounce the stupid things Albus Dumbledore has done? 】

"Oh, little clever devil,"

Aberforth looked at the owl with a serious face - of course, the owl couldn't make any other expressions.

"You are here to drink! You are just a student. You are not allowed to drink under age. If the Ministry of Magic finds out, my license may be revoked!"

[Sir, I am eleven years old this year. As an owl, in human lifespan, I am already an old lady over one hundred and fifty years old! 】

"Funny little guy! Okay, I'll buy this drink!"

Aberforth walked into the bar,

"What would you like to drink? Firewhiskey? Redcurrant rum? Or grog?"

Errol's eyes lit up, this was wine she had never tasted before!

[How about taking some of them all? 】

Aberforth touched Errol's head and turned to pour the wine.

……

Five minutes later, Aberforth couldn't help laughing out loud when he looked at Errol lying on the bar with her wings spread out and her legs pointing towards the sky.

This little thing is so funny. How many years has it been since he was so happy?

Is it okay if I drank myself down before the topic even started?

"Boom!"

A dialog box popped up on Errol's forehead.

[I'm not drunk, I can still drink! 】

Even though his eyes were closed, the text in the dialog box was still changing rapidly.

[Snape is so annoying, is it difficult to praise me? Professor Flitwick gave me ninety-five points! 】

[Where can I find the Minotaur's horns? I want to learn Animagus quickly...]

Aberforth touched Errol's belly.

Warm, smooth and soft,

【who is it? Who is touching my belly? Big courage! 】

"Little Errol, you are drunk."

【No! As I said, I'm not drunk! This lady is someone who will never get drunk after a thousand cups...]

[Even if you drink too much, wouldn’t it be nice to change reality? How could you be drunk? 】

Aberforth shook his head,

Look, look, there's no end to this nonsense, and you still say you're not drunk.

He took out his wand, hesitated for a moment, and finally waved it:

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A silvery goat jumped out from the tip of the staff.

"Go ahead and ask that old guy to come and get the bird!"

Although she didn't want to see her brother, it was really inappropriate for Errol to stay in her bar. After all, this little guy was a serious Hogwarts student...