harry potter book of crimes

This Easter, Ms. Rosmerta added a new wine to the wine list of the Three Broomsticks bar. Its wine glass is made of chocolate eggshells, with various beautiful patterns painted on it with colorful sugar liquid, which is so bright.

Intoxicating.

According to Ms. Rosmerta, she specially went to Honeydukes to order this kind of egg wine glass, but it took her a lot of time to design the pattern!

At the moment, the fat young man of the Hohenheim family is holding the eggshell and chewing it with relish. It seems that Ms. Rosmerta's new idea is very suitable for him.

However, compared to this big fat brother, little Sarah seemed a little bored. Although Maka also ordered a chocolate egg filled with juice for her, she didn't even touch it, she just looked at it sideways.

He stared at the steamy window for a moment, dimly looking at the world outside the window.

"Oh, uh... don't worry," the fat young master saw that Maka seemed to care about his sister, so he couldn't help but whisper in his ear, "She can take care of herself, she'll be fine."

Hearing this, Maka smiled and shrugged.

Of course he knew that this little girl from the Hohenheim family was obviously an unusual child. Through those few contacts in France, he knew something about it.

So on the contrary, not only has he never worried about this smart little girl, but he has always treated her on the same level as himself. What he wants is to try to communicate with the other party and see if he can

To secure such a young genius with great potential for Hogwarts.

It's a pity that this little girl has been wary of him since the first two meetings, and even now she still feels a vague sense of rejection anytime and anywhere.

But no matter what, the brother and sister are here, so naturally they won't leave in a hurry. There is still plenty of time left for him to "recruit", so there is no need to rush now.

However, just when Maka was about to put this little thought aside and enjoy a relaxing and lively holiday morning, Slughorn, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly came over again.

"Oh, Professor Slughorn," Maka quickly pushed the drunken old man away so that his old face could be farther away from her, "even if you have nothing to do all day today, you should

Control your drinking, right? If you get caught by Professor McGonagall when you go back later, she will have to deduct your salary——"

"Hiccup... I'm happy today..." Slughorn shook his head and burped unexpectedly. It seemed that he had completely entered some kind of drunkard mode. "McLean, you know... I won't let you down this time."

Coming back to Hogwarts and becoming a professor again was not for the salary. Hmm... hiccup, to be honest... I like those children. Looking at their energetic appearance, I feel like it myself.

I have become much younger..."

"Yes, and you prefer outstanding children, don't you?" Maka dealt with him casually, while pushing his face that was trying to get closer again further away, "Oh... Ms. Rosmerta, please

Add more lemon slices to him, I think this can help him get rid of the smell of alcohol."

"Oh - no problem, just a moment." Rosmerta at the bar waved her wand skillfully, cutting several chilled lemons into thin slices in the air, and then gently threw them into Slug

In the eggshell wine glass in front of Horn, "Yes, Mr. Slughorn did drink a little too much today..."

She said with a smile, but Maka shook her head helplessly - wasn't this because she was inviting other guests to come over for a toast? Among the people present, she was the least qualified to say this.

But I have to say, this woman really knows how to do business!

Hagrid, who is sitting on the next seat, is obviously much better than Slughorn. Although he has not spoken much, he has drunk several times more wine than others, but up to now he is still just

There was a slight blush on his cheeks. On his dark and rough face, the slightest blush was almost invisible.

After a while, Slughorn's nagging voice finally disappeared. Maka turned around and found that the bald old man had fallen asleep on the bar.

However, Slughorn was not the only one who got drunk here today. Maka was still looking at the short, fat old man on the right, but unexpectedly there was a dull "plop" sound on the left -

—The fat young master of the Hohenheim family actually lay down without saying a word.

"Oh, what's going on?" Maka said in surprise, "How do I remember? He doesn't seem to have drunk much, right?"

"This new wine is actually quite strong," Ms. Rosmerta inside explained with a smile, "Mr. MacLean, would you like to try some too?"

"Madam, please spare me!" Macadang waved his hand, "I have something to do in the afternoon! If I drink now, I will probably have to spend the entire afternoon in bed!"

Ms. Rosmerta spread her hands indifferently, but her movements were as full of the charm of a mature woman as ever. Didn't you see that several guests were almost staring straight in the eyes?

But she was obviously used to this kind of focus, and she still wiped the glass goblet in her hand calmly, unhurriedly and calmly.

"Little girl, does the mixed juice I recommended not taste good? I don't think you drank much of it?" Her eyes swept across the bar, and then she naturally looked towards little Sarah on the left side of the fat man.

.

As she opened her mouth to talk to little Sarah, Maka also looked over. Since the little girl was always vigilant when facing him, it would be up to a highly approachable woman like Ms. Rosmerta to do it.

, the effect may be much better.

But this time, Maka seemed to have guessed wrong again. In other words, he guessed correctly. The problem lies in one thing - is the effect a bit too good?

"Madam, this juice is delicious. Thank you for your recommendation. If there is a chance next time, Sarah and her brother will definitely come here again."

After hearing Rosmerta's question, she immediately turned her head and exchanged a few words with Rosmerta politely. As for the cute smile that appeared on her face, it was different from the one facing Ma.

Compared to the indifference and indifference that I felt when I was stuck, it was really a world of difference.

"Miss Hohenheim, your attitude towards Ms. Rosmerta is a little too good, isn't it?" Maka spread her hands towards little Sarah and chuckled casually, "Speaking of the time we have known each other,

I'm older than her, so why can't you be so enthusiastic when talking to me?"

But before little Sarah could answer, Ms. Rosmerta spoke first.

"Oh my, my, Mr. McClain, are you jealous?" She leaned on the bar and smiled softly at Maka, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this lady is still young.

Yeah! It’s not too late to wait a few more years!”

When Maka heard this, she immediately waved her hand and gave her a medium-sized eye roll.

"Dear Ms. Rosmerta, since you still know that she is young, you should speak in a softer voice." He curled his lips and said, "Look, the way she looks at me now is a little bit...

It’s so annoying!”

In fact, Rosmerta's words were meant to be a joke. Little Sarah looked about ten years old. At this age, the elders would make some harmless jokes.

Teasing children, and this is even more common in bars.

But Maka knew that with little Sarah's intelligence far beyond her peers, this kind of joke might actually be a little inappropriate.

"Master Hohenheim?" He thought for a moment, then reached out and patted the big fat man next to him, "Hey, it's time to get up! If you don't get up, you won't have lunch in a while!"

It was very difficult to wake up the fat young master. Regarding this, Mr. Ghost, who had been following him all the time, had already mentioned this. But in this slightly embarrassing atmosphere, it was difficult to wake up the fat young master.

It was quite necessary for the big fat man to scream.

But unexpectedly, before Maka could shout a few more times, Sarah on the other side of the fat man suddenly took the initiative to speak.

"Mr. McClain, is it not impossible to make Sarah treat you better?" She turned her head, looked at Maka and said over her fat brother's back, which was like a mountain of flesh, "Sarah likes it."

Listen to the story, sir, it would be great if you could tell Sarah an interesting story..."

When she said this, she still had a sweet smile on her face, but Maka could see a hint of cunning in that smile. Although she didn't know what she had come up with, since she could take the initiative to talk to

If she talks to herself, it means that she has probably figured out why she got close to her intentionally or unintentionally.

"Tell a story?" Maka nodded indifferently, "Of course it's no problem, um... let me think about it, then tell me something about..."

"Please wait a moment." Sarah shook her head slightly, the innocent smile on her face remained unchanged, but her eyes suddenly shone with shrewd light, "I heard from my father that Mr. MacLean is very knowledgeable and often writes in his papers.

He can quote a lot of allusions that others don't know. Sarah is still young and can't understand those papers that are all words... But since her father said that, Sarah thinks that her husband must know many, many stories that others don't know, right?"

She first put a big hat on Maka, then paused again, and then blinked her big eyes and said leisurely: "There is a story Sarah has wanted to hear for a long time, but no one can explain it clearly...

Mr. MacLean, I think you must know, can you tell Sarah about it?"