Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"Okay, okay..." He pushed Dearborn away with some difficulty and greeted the two of them to come in. He couldn't hide the excitement in his voice, "Come in quickly!"

The store was still the same as when Glenn left, with a few wand boxes scattered randomly on the counter table. It was obvious that my grandfather had no intention of cleaning them up.

Glenn walked into the store with a smile, sat down on the bench opposite the counter, and found the most comfortable position.

Although there was not even a cushion on the wooden bench, there was a sense of relaxation that even Hogwarts could not provide.

At this time, old Ollivander was still in the shop, but did not receive customers. He was obviously staying here to wait for Glenn to come home, which also moved Glenn slightly.

This kind of subtle concern, although inconspicuous, can best reflect the emotions from the heart.

"I have nowhere to go tonight. I wonder if I can stay at your house for the night?" Dearborn also walked into the house, closed the store door and asked with a smile.

Old Ollivander nodded and agreed without hesitation: "Of course, no problem, you can stay as long as you want, you are always welcome here!"

As he spoke, he locked the door of the store and beckoned Glenn and Dearborn to walk through the corridor and return to the old mansion of the Ollivander family.

After his grandson, who had been worried for several days, finally came home, and reunited with an old friend he had not seen for many years, Ollivander seemed to be in a good mood. He asked the two of them to sit down on the sofa in the living room and went straight to the storage room.

When he came back, he had a dusty black wine bottle in his hand, and the house elf Charles followed him with a tray.

After all, there is no huge kitchen here like Hogwarts, and Old Ollivander does not have a sweet tooth like Dumbledore, so there are only a few snacks on the tray such as mustard peas and corn crisps.

"This is a dry red wine collected by the family. It has a history of almost hundreds of years. Even the ancient families in France don't have many bottles of this level of good wine."

Old Ollivander said proudly, placed the wine bottle on the coffee table, waved his wand, and summoned a decanter and three crystal goblets.

Glenn's interest is not that big. Compared with wine, he still prefers strong hot whiskey or ice-cold butter beer. Of course, the high-quality and cheap Erguotou is yyds.

Unlike Glenn, who lacked interest, Dearborn's eyes suddenly brightened, and he watched eagerly as the old Ollivander carefully wiped the dust off the bottle.

The wand was waved, and with a soft "pop~" sound, the bottle cork automatically jumped out and landed on Dearborn's open hand.

He picked up the oak cork that had been soaked in wine for hundreds of years, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed, then narrowed his eyes and nodded repeatedly.

“Good wine!”

Ollivander looked at the expression of enjoyment on his face with a smile and poured the wine in the bottle into the decanter.

The color of the wine has changed from the original purple-red to a rare brown. This is a change that can only occur after a long period of cellaring in a suitable environment.

The brown wine liquid slowly flows along the inner wall of the decanter, and bursts of aroma are released. Even a person like Glenn who has no interest in red wine can clearly feel the difference between this taste and ordinary red wine.

When the wine had sobered up just right, Old Ollivander waved his magic wand, and the decanter flew up automatically and poured it into the cups in front of the three of them.

Dearborn eagerly picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. The wine swirled and shook in the glass, exuding a fragrant aroma that fascinated him.

Glenn was not that particular. He held the handle of the cup and shook it twice, brought it to his lips, and took a sip. Although this way of drinking was not as good as chewing peonies, it could also be said to be quite casual. If it were done professionally,

When the sommeliers saw it, they inevitably made a few comments about it.

But good wine is good wine after all. Even if Glenn has no ability to judge the quality of red wine, even if he drinks it casually like this, a layman can still feel its unusualness.

The wine stays in the mouth for a while, and the taste is smooth. At first, there is a faint aroma, and then the taste gradually becomes richer.

Just the right sour taste, combined with fruity aroma and light oak flavor, these aromas balance and harmonize with each other, and finally converge into a full and complex mixed taste.

The wine enters the throat, leaving a rich aftertaste that lingers for a long time.

It is almost impossible to taste such good wine on the market. Even in the Ollivander family, it is considered to be the top collection, and its rarity is even comparable to many rare magic items.

The three of them drank and chatted, and the bottle of precious red wine was quickly drank up. After the first glass, Glenn stopped drinking, and most of the remaining half of the bottle of good wine was taken away by Dearborn and his grandfather.

Divide it between the two.

After all, red wine is not very strong, so after finishing the last glass, the two of them were still a little unsatisfied.

Under Glenn's encouragement, Old Ollivander hesitated for a moment, then got up and went to the storage room to pick out a bottle. Although it was not as rare as the first bottle, it was still a treasure that ordinary wizards would never see in their lifetime.

Two old friends who had reunited after a long separation exchanged glasses of wine. This was the first time that Glenn had seen his grandfather drink so much since his time travel. This was exactly what he wanted.

The most important prerequisite for planning a trip to China is to get old Ollivander's permission. If under normal circumstances, he had just returned from an adventure and had to leave again so soon, I'm afraid it would be difficult for my grandfather to agree. What's more,

The destination of this journey may be related to the death of his parents.

But it is well known that alcohol has a great impact on human judgment.

After Grandpa had a hearty drink, and with the help of his old friend Dearborn, the chance of success was significantly improved.

While they were drinking wine, the second bottle of wine was also empty. Old Ollivander's eyes were blank, and his face looked a little drunk.

After all, Dearborn was in his prime, and he was originally a drinker. Although he was a little tipsy, his consciousness remained sober.

Seeing that the opportunity was just right, Glenn secretly winked at his teammates.

Dean Byrne nodded quietly, indicating that he was ready.

"Grandpa, I have something to discuss with you." Glenn straightened his expression and said softly.

Old Ollivander rubbed his hazy drunken eyes and said vaguely: "What matters still need to be discussed? Just tell me."

"I plan to...go to China..."

Although he was fully prepared, Glenn was still a little unsure and his tone was a little guilty.

"What?" Grandfather seemed not to hear clearly and asked again.

"I mean..." Glenn took a deep breath and said again, "I plan to go to China."

Old Ollivander heard it clearly this time and his expression changed instantly.

"No! I don't agree!"