Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

In a ridiculous way, Peter desperately showed his absolute enthusiasm, absolute obedience, and absolute loyalty.

After all, as we all know, anything less than absolute loyalty is absolute disloyalty.

The cruel Dark Lord always has only one way to deal with disloyal subordinates: treat them to "eat melon" until they are full.

Perhaps it was because Peter reacted quickly enough that the rope that tied him finally let go of the mouse.

"Go to Mrs. Padiff today - this afternoon -" the rope twisted and twisted, showing such a sentence, and then crawled away like a snake.

"Mrs. Puddifer's Teahouse," Peter recalled, remembering where it was and that he had been there several times before with his friends.

It was a small, cramped teahouse on the main street of Hogsmeade. It was always foggy. Everything inside was decorated with tacky lace, even the small round table.

The owner of the shop is a fat witch with a shiny black bun on the back of her head. She should be an old witch now.

Interestingly, although the name of the teahouse is "Mrs. Puddifu's" Teahouse, the owner is not actually called by that name.

Although the customer would call her "Mrs. Puddifu" and she would smile and agree, but Peter remembered that Sirius had used his handsome face to get her real name out of the witch.

Her surname is "Tolkien", which originates from Saxony, Germany, while "Pardif" is an authentic Scottish surname.

Perhaps what these two places have in common is that there were many swamps and mire in ancient times.

Memories of the past made Peter's imagination wander, but the Dark Lord's order forced him to cheer up again. He had to endure his hunger and carry the stolen things to Hogsmeade.

Yes, you don’t have to worry about where to sell stolen goods.

As the only small town in the British Isles where all residents are wizards, Hogsmeade is quite famous. There are always a dozen or dozens of wizards coming and going every day.

Not only does the Hogwarts Express have a platform here, but as mentioned before, the Knight Bus also has a regular schedule in Hogsmeade.

Although unlike Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, this place has a large-scale (serious and informal) business system, it is not difficult to sell some small and scattered magic items.

In a small alley, Peter sold all the things he had taken from Hagrid's house to a Creole wizard who was traveling here from Brazil.

Holding the bag of gold Galleons and Silver Sickles that he had exchanged, he quietly walked to the back door of "Mrs. Puddifu" through a small path.

The shop is on a corner of the main street.

The shop owner uses a very strange hanging ornament as a Valentine's Day decoration. From time to time, there are fat golden angels throwing candies to people, which is quite girlish.

Every weekend, the small shop is filled with groups of young Hogwarts lovers. The teahouse she opened seems to be very popular among young people.

Of course, there are not so many fancy decorations at the back door of the shop. There is just a small iron sign hung in the corner as a sign.

After entering through the back door, you can directly reach the third floor through the stairs, where there are several specially decorated private dining rooms.

Compared with the crowded scattered seats on the two floors downstairs, these private rooms are very spacious and luxurious. There are cut-glass chandeliers overhead, brass accessories are polished to a shine, the dining tables are covered with high-end white linen tablecloths, and the tableware is The finest china and crystalware.

The desserts provided in the private rooms are all special and delicious, but the prices are also ridiculously high.

It was with James and Sirius that Peter was lucky enough to taste the raspberry truffle ice cream, chocolate balls with gold foil, and blanc de blanc champagne jelly and other desserts provided here.

Several professors from Hogwarts would occasionally come to Mrs. Puddieff's teahouse to have afternoon tea together, but even they were reluctant to spend money in the private room.

But regardless of whether he felt bad or not, Peter still booked a private room and waited for the arrival of the Dark Lord.

Firstly, he knew that Voldemort had always regarded himself as a decent man; secondly, because he could not be too careful when meeting that person this year.

After entering, he went to the small bathroom attached to the private room and poured a handful of warm water on his face. He stared at himself in the mirror, straightened his beard, and then arranged his clothes.

Most importantly, he didn't forget to put on his hat and scarf again. These two things were just picked up on the streets of Hogsmeade to cover up his unique appearance of a sinister eyebrow. Anyway, Peter Pettigrew is also a recipient of the Order of Merlin, in case he is recognized. That would be the end of it.

There were a lot of things to do, so Peter walked out of the bathroom with heavy steps, just when the waitress from Mrs. Puddy's Teahouse knocked on the door and walked into the private room.

"Hello, what would you like to order?" the waitress greeted enthusiastically, holding a menu.

Although the waitress was a little curious when she saw this guest entering the house and being very careful, but who knew this was a place dedicated to entertaining wizards? She had seen many more bizarre outfits before.

"Yes! Yes!"

Playing the role of a mouse all the time, it was a bit difficult for Peter to speak. He first said a catchphrase before getting to the point.

"I missed breakfast," he said to the waitress. "Ask your people to fry me half a dozen eggs and cut up a piece of ham and bring it over quickly. And coffee. Well, the more the merrier."

The waitress' eyes widened in surprise.

Is this person who came to the teahouse to eat fried eggs and ham deliberately to cause trouble?

However, Peter continued: "Give me a roast lamb chop with parsley sauce for one person, a squab, Irish potatoes, baby corn and beetroot, and two pecan pies."

This looks like a proper meal. But the waitress was immediately surprised again: even though her round belly could be seen through her clothes, Pettigrew was actually quite short, and it was unlikely that he could eat so much in one meal.

And more importantly, these things...how should I put it, are not very expensive, and are not worthy of the high consumption level of the private room on the third floor.

It must be explained here: the special desserts and drinks in the private rooms of Mrs. Puddifu's Teahouse are not cheap, which does not mean that everything here is expensive.

Because wizards can use magic, wizards have not had to worry about obtaining food raw materials since ancient times.

In addition, no matter whether the owner of Mrs. Puddifu's Teahouse is from Germany or Scotland, these two places are not world-famous for their delicious dishes.

Therefore, the chefs and owners of the store are well aware of it, and the pricing of the dishes in the store is no different from other places.

"What other desserts or drinks do you want to order?" the waitress asked tentatively: "The raspberry truffle ice cream we have here is quite good, as well as aged single malt flame whiskey, French two-year-old cognac... "

Peter thought about it and decided that it would be okay if he didn't want to order dessert. It would be somewhat unjustifiable if he didn't prepare drinks.

So, he said loudly and in a high voice: "I want a bottle of Glogger, made in the United States, don't fool me with wine from other places!"