In Hogsmeade Village, the streets were already crowded with students from Hogwarts. The Three Brooms Bar was crowded and noisy. Cheryl was walking through the crowd with a big tray filled with buttered beer and snacks.
Mrs. Rosmerta, who was still charming and curvy, immediately walked towards Allen when she saw him. "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, nice to meet you."
She moved closer to Allen with her shiny high heels and said worriedly, "Professor Harris, rumors about you guys … are flying everywhere recently. Will this affect you too much? Just tell me if you need any help. I'll definitely help as long as I can … "
"Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Rosmerta. But don't worry about it. No matter what happens, I think these little things won't affect our business deal at all …" Allen comforted her politely. He figured out that she was worried that if he was kicked out of the school or if Family Harris fell from power, she would no longer be allowed to send wine to the giant squid in the Black Lake regularly.
"I don't believe a single word of those rumors in the newspaper," Mrs. Rosmerta whispered. She looked to her left and right worriedly. She was only relieved when she realized that nobody was paying attention to her. "Don't worry, Professor Harris. I'll send wine with different flavors to the Black Lake every day. There's absolutely no delay and the quality is guaranteed. Miss Granger is very strict in her work. She'll check it from time to time!"
"Mrs. Rosmerta, please give us two pieces of heavy cheesecake," Hermione forced a smile as a response. "Allen, I'll go to the washroom first."
Hermione did not have a good impression of this middle-aged woman who liked to bend over to attract male wizards. Now that she saw how unscrupulous she was, she could not help but worry about her business. She was a little unhappy that she was so sneaky when she expressed her support.
"I'll go find a seat first." Allen watched as Hermione turned around. He then said to the Three Brooms Bar owner, "Oh yeah, Mrs. Rosmerta, it's a day worth celebrating in a few days. Please prepare six to seven barrels of red vinegar rum and fish-flavored green beer for me. I'll come and get it myself in a few days."
Mrs. Rosmerta did not respond immediately. She frowned and rubbed her palms in front of her. She made up her mind and said, "Of course, Professor. I'll prepare it."
Allen looked up and glanced at Mrs. Rosmerta who did not look happy even after receiving a big order. he saw through her thoughts. She was worried that Family Harris would not be able to withstand the aggressive attack from the pure-blood family...
Alan couldn't help but laugh at the way the Sorcerers thought. However, he took out a few handfuls of Garen from his pouch and said, "Oh right, I happen to have some spare change on me. I'll give it to you first."
"No, no … Professor Harris, you've misunderstood. I'm just worried about you … That's not what I meant." This made Mrs. Rosmerta blush. She quickly waved her hand and declined. In fact, she had the ability to build a good relationship with the officials of the Ministry of Magic and the professors and students of the Hogwarts. If the public opinion was not against Harris, she would not have lost her composure.
"Oh, then please forgive me …" Allen apologized politely. He then asked, "Also, Mrs. Rosmerta, have you seen Remus? Mr. Lupin? Did he come to the tavern? "
"Hmm … I'm sure I haven't seen Mr. Lupin yet. I think Professor Harris can sit in the corner and wait for a while." Mrs. Rosmerta put one hand on the chair next to her and pointed to a direction for Allen with the other. "There's a seat in the corner by the fireplace. The previous customer just left. Cheryl and I haven't cleaned it up yet. But privacy is better. If Professor Harris doesn't mind, please take a seat. I'll bring the cake over."
"That's good. Mrs. Rosmerta, you're still so thoughtful." Allen praised her eyesight after she recovered and sat down.
After a while, Hermione walked over and sat beside Allen. Before they could talk, Mrs. Rosmerta carried a small basket and nimbly dodged the little wizard who was running around. She came to them.
"I'm sorry, Professor Harris, Miss Granger. There's only one piece of cake left. I'll bring it over when the next batch is ready." Mrs. Rosmerta put the basket on the table and said apologetically. She habitually put her hand on the table again.
"Mrs. Rosmerta …" A few Aura patrolling came in from the entrance of the tavern. They seemed to have become regular customers, but they didn't seem to notice that the owner of the three brooms was serving Allen. So their tone sounded a little presumptuous in the tavern full of little wizards.
"It's okay. There seems to be a customer over there. Please go ahead. You don't have to take care of us." Allen knew that some of the other party's actions were just out of habit, so he didn't care.
"I'm sorry, I'll ask Cheryl to bring the rest to you." Mrs. Rosmerta nodded apologetically and turned around. She was very satisfied that the Aura patrolling in Hogsmeade preferred to patronize her tavern compared to the Pig's Head Bar.
After the owner left, Allen noticed that Hermione seemed a little unhappy. He pushed the cake tray towards Hermione. She looked at the only piece of heavy cheesecake on the tray, but before she could do anything, Allen took the cake from the tray and snatched it away.
Hermione looked at Alan in confusion. For a moment, she did not understand what he meant. It was only when Alan grabbed the cake with his bare hands and held it in his hand that she realized that he was teasing her. She cooperated with Alan somewhat unskillfully and extended her hand to him. "Alan, I ordered it first!"
"But it's in my hand now." Allen shook the cake in his hand playfully at Hermione and used his magic to prevent the soft cake from being crushed. Allen turned his body slightly in the opposite direction of Hermione and held the cake to the side to prevent Hermione from snatching it away.
Hermione actually enjoyed this kind of teasing between the witches and witches. She stretched out her hand stiffly and tried to snatch the cake. She shouted awkwardly, "Allen, give it back to me!"
Allen took the cake back and smiled, "Take it."
As soon as his voice trailed off, Allen quickly put the cake to his mouth and stuck out his tongue in an exaggerated and disgusting way. He quickly licked the surface of the cake and tried to put it in Hermione's hand.
Hermione's raised hand froze. Of course, for her, she was already very close to Allen. Eating the cake that Allen licked was nothing to her. It was just that Miss Know-It-All, who liked to follow the rules, found it difficult to be too intimate in public.
Hermione, whose face was starting to redden, glanced at Allen. She found that at this time, Allen's expression was somewhat as annoying as Draco Malfoy when he was a junior. It aroused her some of the competitiveness in the junior class. She gave up the cake as Allen expected, but unexpectedly, she picked up the buttery beer cup in front of Allen.
Allen immediately realized what Hermione wanted to do, but he just sat up straight and reached out with his free hand to snatch the coffee cup in Hermione's hand, "Don't! Hermione, that's … "
But Hermione was already prepared. She was afraid that Allen would snatch it away, so she nimbly turned her back to Allen. She stuck out her tongue and put it on the edge of the cup faster than Allen licked the cake, and then made the cup rotate in a full circle.
Feeling that her revenge was successful, she turned around and shook the buttery beer cup. She glanced at Allen triumphantly. Her body also copied Allen's action and leaned back on the sofa. Her red smile was brighter than usual.
"Professor Harris, Miss Granger, your buttery beer is here." A female voice sounded behind Hermione.
The waitress with three brooms, Cheryl, walked over with a big tray and put the buttery beer that Allen ordered on the table. Then, she took back the beer cup that Hermione licked and put it on the tray. She smiled at the two of them flatteringly, "I'm sorry, there are a lot of people today. I'll take it away now."
Hermione whose smile had already frozen looked at Cheryl who walked away with a swagger, imitating Mrs. Rosmerta's usual graceful posture. She did not give up and turned her head to look at Allen.
"That's not my buttery beer … It's the one from the previous table … Err …" Allen made himself shrink in the opposite direction of Hermione. He then took a bite of the cake and mumbled, "Hermione, don't blame me … I tried to stop you …"
After retching, Hermione who no longer had the mood to beat up Allen jumped up and immediately ran to the washroom. Both of her hands kept scratching her long tongue in an ungraceful manner. This made Hermione look very unlike Hermione.
Just when Hermione ran into the washroom, Allen heard many students greeting Professor Lupin from the entrance of the tavern.
Remus? Lupin looked a little plump. Compared to a few years ago, he seemed to have been fed full with Tonks. His face was rosy and his back was straight. At first glance, one could tell that this person was in happiness. However, at this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed as if something was bothering him.
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