Eren fell into a warm embrace. The other party's enthusiasm made him somewhat unable to resist. Eren's cheeks were burning, and for a moment, he wondered if he had gone to the Burrow … Then, a strong smell assailed his nose, and Eren couldn't help but let out a "Whoa!". It also reminded him of Ravenclaw's words — Hufflepuff disliked Ravenclaw for bathing too often …
"Helga, if you strangle him a little longer, you won't have to check his wounds anymore." Ravenclaw said unhappily.
Helga? Hufflepuff finally let go of Allen, whose face was a little purple either because he was strapped too tightly or because he was a little dizzy from the smell. She carefully checked the wounds on Allen's face. "Oh, don't worry, she did well. You'll get better soon. If you need any herbs, you can get them from me. Poor child, you must not have eaten recently. Let me think, I'll make you some food that's easy to swallow. You'll be better soon. But you're actually cleaner than Ravenclaw? Remember not to bathe before your wounds heal, child. "
"Helga, I'm hungry. Get me something to eat first." Ravenclaw's finger lightly tapped the table.
The tavern hostess did not mind Ravenclaw's attitude, but instead gently suggested, "An apprentice brought me a few rare Big Mouth Colored Ball Fishes during the day. They look pretty good, and have more chin meat than the average Colored Ball Fish. I saved one for you."
"So the Big Mouth Colored Ball Fish in 'Sing Devil' really exists …" Allen could not help but be a little absent-minded when he heard the familiar name. The Colored Ball Fish was a small spherical fish with two long legs with webbed feet. It lived in deep lakes and fed on water snails. The Colored Ball Fish was not dangerous, but it would bite the swimmer's feet and clothes. Mermaids regarded the colorful ball fish as a scourge, and would tie its long legs into knots and let it drift away with the water. The big-mouth colorful ball fish was one of the strange creatures that Luna believed to exist, but most people did not agree with it.
At this time, an apprentice in the kitchen brought some pumpkin-shaped utensils with lids to the table on the right side of Allen. Then he said to a red-haired man with a face full of vicissitudes of life, who was carrying a lute that looked like a pear cut in half, "Your pudding is here."
Allen was curious why Ravenclaw didn't order pudding. She didn't seem to be interested in pudding at all. There was a time when Allen wondered if Luna only ate pudding …
So Allen could not help but turn his head to take a glance. He found that the pumpkin lid was opened, and the so-called pudding was just a mixture of fruit and oatmeal.
Noticing Allen's gaze, Ravenclaw followed Allen's gaze and then curled her lips in disdain. "The Muggle baldies in the monastery invented this thing. They call it pudding. You don't have to eat this. Helga will prepare better for you. But this Muggle Bard is quite self-aware and sings well."
Allen was a little surprised by the identity of this Celtic singer. "So Muggle can come in too? Oh, there's no 'Secrecy Act of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards' yet. To be exact, the International Union of Wizards and Wizards doesn't have one yet. But Madam Hufflepuff really treats everyone equally, even if the other party is a Muggle. But this Muggle is not afraid of wizards in this ignorant era? "
Then, Allen looked up at the wooden board hanging behind the bar. It was also the bar's menu, but there was only one thick broth on it. There were only two kinds of alcohol, Ale and wine, and each person could only order three glasses. Although Allen did not know the specific prices now, he estimated that Hufflepuff's style was very cheap in this era.
Allen could not help but stand up and look around. He found that the food on each table was different. In fact, almost no one ordered the thick broth according to the menu.
Helga? Hufflepuff walked over with a large tray. She noticed Allen's puzzled look and explained to him considerately, "Our business hours are from the beginning of the curfew to the end of the curfew. People call this place 'Late Night Pub'. That's all on the menu, but you can order other dishes as you wish. I'll try my best to do what I can. This is my business policy. As you can see, there are actually quite a lot of customers. "
Helga put the food on the tray one by one on the table. Ravenclaw poured a glass of Ale and put a bowl of thick broth in front of Allen. "I added some herbs that can help heal wounds and have a certain calming effect. I've spooned the meat in advance, so you can drink it easily without chewing. Try it, how's the taste?"
After that, Helga put the last bowl of broth on the tray and the exquisitely carved golden cup with wine on the table. Then, he sat down on the chair.
Allen recognized that it was Hufflepuff's golden cup. However, this treasure that was said to have various magical powers was only used to hold wine?
Hufflepuff wiped her hands with a handkerchief and drank a mouthful of wine. Then, she used a spoon to scoop up a piece of stewed meat and put it into her mouth. After swallowing it, she nodded in satisfaction. "Actually, the thick broth with herbs tastes better. It's just that the cost is too high."
Allen looked at Helga's expression and also had an appetite. He shifted his attention from the golden cup to his own broth.
"Have you thought about it, Roina? I contacted Salazar and asked him to bring Godrick back so that we can talk about it in detail. That aggressive guy commissioned the Fairy King, Legnak I, to forge a sword for him, but no one among the wizards was willing to duel with him. As a result, this guy went to duel with the champion knight of the tournament under the Muggle King, Elder Edward. "She looked at Loina, who had already made his move on the Big-Mouthed Colorful Ball Fish. Ravenclaw asked. Obviously, the reason why she sat beside Allen was definitely not to taste the broth with Allen, but to discuss with Roina? Ravenclaw.
"Ugh … It's too troublesome to teach those fools," Roina? Ravenclaw said vaguely.
"Pure-blooded adepts like to keep their knowledge to themselves and only pass it down within their own family. Moreover, with the current model of a wizard teaching a few apprentices, no one can learn systematically. It depends on the personal ability of the mentor. Even those who come from wizard families are not well-rounded, let alone those Muggle adepts. If you're lucky, you can even hope to become one of the apprentices taught by a wizard and learn some shallow knowledge from them. Once their identity is exposed in front of Muggle, what awaits this group of people who do not have much ability to protect themselves is the endless pursuit and persecution of the church. Not to mention, most of the Muggle children who show signs of magic rebellion are directly killed by their parents to prevent the church from coming to their doorstep. Roina, we can't only care about ourselves. We should help them away from the prying eyes of the Muggle and the persecution of the church, so that the wizards can have a place to stay and a place to advance. My tavern is too insignificant for this. "Helga held the hand of Ravenclaw who had stopped eating.
Ravenclaw tried to pull his hand out. "Let's wait for them to come back first. Let go of my hand and let me eat. This fish is much more delicious than the freshwater colored ball fish."
This feeling of witnessing history fascinated Allen. It was a rare experience to see the words in books become reality in front of him. "But so Ravenclaw isn't too willing …" This made Allen feel that Luna was afraid of trouble.
Then, the Muggle bard walked over from his seat and picked up his lute. After playing a short piece of music and adjusting the sound, he said to the people in the tavern, "I've been drifting around. I'll now sing 'In Memory', a folk song from Ireland. Please enjoy it together."
The melodious sound of the lute rang out. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head as if he was immersed in a beautiful memory. He affectionately sang the eulogy, "The white smoke you exhale is now slowly riding the wind, bit by bit disappearing into the floating clouds in the sky …"
"I've treated his injuries before. He didn't seem to be afraid of wizards, so I invited him to my tavern for a meal. I didn't charge him. As a reward, he played and sang a song in my tavern. Although he doesn't do this often, he only comes two or three times a month." Helga applauded the Muggle bard who had just finished singing and was bidding farewell. Not only her, but everyone in the tavern applauded him. Hufflepuff said to Allen with a proud look, "Now no wizard cares about his Muggle identity. He's actually quite popular."
"Thank you for your hospitality." The Muggle opened the tavern door and disappeared into the night. At this time, he could only find a haystack to sleep in for the night.
However, the atmosphere in the tavern was ignited. "That's great!" A witch excitedly raised her glass. It was comforting to enjoy delicious food in such a warm place.
Although Allen didn't need the steaming bowl of thick meat soup to warm his body on this hot summer night, he couldn't help but relax in such an environment. He drank the bowl of thick meat soup one mouthful after another, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. He let out a long sigh and put down the bowl. He felt comfortable all over, as if he was alive again.
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