Allen found it funny that Hermione was trying to separate him from Rosemurta. He put his hand on his waist bag. He had just touched a bag of gold coins, but then he remembered that he and Hermione had not known each other for a long time. It was a good thing that he did not want to be so calculative with Hermione. At least he could make her feel that she was needed.
So Allen put his hand on his waist bag and rubbed Hermione's hair again. He then turned around and sat down.
"Oh, cute little girl. Don't worry, I'm already in my forties." Rosemurta was a little annoyed because she had forgotten Allen's age because of his recent fame. But when she looked at Hermione, who was jealous of her just like the other little Hogwarts, she could not help but feel happier. "I'll go make you some food to feed you little cuties. Sherrill, you talk to this lady."
Rosemurta chuckled and winked at Hermione, who was blushing and did not have time to respond. She then turned around and left.
"Would you like to drink something to warm up your body? The rain just now was really heavy. How about Butter Beer? I noticed that you and the other Gryffindor companions seemed to like it the most. " Although she was a little plump, she looked sweet with honey-colored hair and was in her thirties. She came over enthusiastically and recommended the beer to Hermione.
Hermione glanced at the Gryffindor companions who were still outside the shop and did not dare to come in … She nodded and did not reject the offer.
The shop assistant, Sherrill, quickly made a cup of Butter Beer and placed it in front of Hermione. The two of them had a general discussion about the ordering of alcohol. Hermione was already familiar with this kind of thing in the Umbrella Corporation, but this time she did not overdo it. After all, it was just a few barrels of alcohol every day. There was no need to be too stingy and lose Harris's dignity over such a small matter.
After Sherrill and Hermione finished talking about business, she hesitantly asked Hermione, "Miss Granger, I actually have a question for you. You've received a Level Three Merlin Medal, and I also heard that the Ministry of Magic will award you a Level Two Merlin Medal recently. I also heard that the other little wizards in Hogwarts have a very high evaluation of you. You're excellent in every subject. As a Muggle, how can you have such achievements today?" Realizing that her words could easily cause a misunderstanding, the shop assistant hurriedly explained for the little witch who had just given her a big deal. "Ah, sorry, Miss Granger. Please forgive my rudeness. I don't mean to discriminate against the wizards who came from Muggle. What I mean is, how can you have time to do so many other things while taking care of so many subjects? When I was in Slytherin, I thought that I worked very hard, but my results were not very good … "
Hermione frowned. She knew that Sherrill did not mean it. She was just curious. However, her words revealed her disdain for the origin of Muggle. It was as if the idea that a pureblood should be better than a Muggle wizard was a matter of course. It was as if it was a very strange thing that a Muggle wizard could achieve so much. This kind of implicit discrimination was actually omnipresent in the wizarding world.
Therefore, Hermione thought for a while and decided to answer for the Muggle wizards. "The wizards who came from Muggle generally have better logical thinking. This allows us to arrange our learning tasks more methodically."
"Logical thinking?" Sherrill stroked her hair, looking a little puzzled. As a pureblood, she did not take any Muggle courses when she was studying in Hogwarts. She was not familiar with this term.
Hermione put her hand on the counter and said, "It's hard to explain. Let me show you."
"Do you have a dog?" Hermione straightened her body and asked.
"A dog."
"So, this means that you like animals."
"Yes." The female shop assistant nodded.
"If you like animals, then you must love your children very much." Hermione glanced at Sherrill's chubby body and continued to infer.
"Of course," Sherrill answered without hesitation. "In fact, I just gave birth to a child about half a year ago."
"So, if you have a child, you must have a husband. Maybe he's not very healthy recently? But it shouldn't be a big problem. But you must love him very much? "
"Yes, I have a very handsome husband, but unfortunately, he was infected with dragon pox. Fortunately, he's very young and has recovered well. There aren't many scars left." Sherrill nodded proudly. Then, she asked in surprise, "How do you know all this?"
"The fact that you have a pet and you have time to think about these things shows that your family life is quite happy. If it weren't for your husband, you wouldn't have come out to work as a shop assistant at Three Brooms not long after you gave birth." Hermione raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly. "Now, one last point. If you have a child and a husband, this means that you're not gay, right?"
"That's right!" The female shop assistant could not help but exclaim. "It's amazing. You got all my information right."
"This is logical thinking. We Muggle students use it to arrange learning time and integrate similar knowledge points to help us remember." Hermione gently crossed her legs, drank the butter beer in the glass, jumped off the chair, and walked briskly to Allen's table.
After the meal, Luna took Helena, who could only watch them finish eating, to Hogsmeade Village. Hermione directly drove Allen out of Three Brooms and asked him to get some seafood. Then, she went to the Black Lake to call out the giant squid. She followed Ms. Rosmerta to collect the goods.
Seeing that Allen's team was scattered, Ron and the others rushed in from the door and walked to the bar.
Ron knocked on the bar, attracting the attention of the female shop assistant, Sherrill. Ron raised his chin in the direction that Hermione had just left and asked, "Did Granger say something to you just now? Why do you have such an expression? "
"Oh, she just taught me what logical thinking is," Sherrill said with admiration. Sherrill exclaimed in admiration. Then, he turned to the new customers and asked, "What would you like to drink? Hmm? It's not the weekend today, and I don't see any professors. Did you sneak out? Be careful when you go back. Don't lose points... "
"Logical thinking?" Although Ron had heard Hermione say this before, as a pureblood, he was a little confused.
"Ahem, well, I'll show you." The female shop assistant coughed twice. She was a little interested. She imitated Hermione's behavior just now. She leaned her hand on the bar and asked Ron, "Do you have a dog?"
Ron did not understand and answered honestly, "No."
The female shop assistant did not expect him to give such an answer. She was stunned for a while and recalled the conversation with Hermione just now. Then, under the surprised gaze of the five Gryffindor members, she pointed her finger at Ron fiercely and blurted out in a tone as if she had discovered a big secret, "This means that you are gay!"
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