Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Welcome, what do you want to drink?" The female owner of the Broken Cauldron Tavern rubbed her swollen nose and took out four glasses. [Full text reading] Her eyes were curved and almost squeezed out, so that she could hide the sly gaze inside: "I recommend frog juice wine to you."

Tolkien sat at the bar in accordance with his familiar tavern habit, smiled and said to the boss: "Okay, let's have a glass." So there was a light green apple juice drink in front of him, exuding a fruity fragrance. Tolkien didn't doubt he was there, and he drank his neck up.

"Puff!" Tolkien opened his mouth wide and spit out the frog juice wine. The green liquid turned into a big fat frog bubbling on its body, trying to jump forward with four thick legs.

"Come on! How many times can you make a bet?" The female boss with a big nose smiled and said: "The current record is thirteen times! Let's see how powerful this newcomer is!"

Tolkien kept nauseating. Every time he retched, the fat frog jumped and the wizards nearby cheered. They waved their magic wands, and gold coins, silver coins and copper plates flew onto the bar, and they soon piled into small piles. A blackboard floating in the air accurately recorded the betting situation.

"This is too bullying!" Xiao Hua floated in the air with anger: "How can I be happy because others are embarrassed and uncomfortable?"

The wizards had no one to care about Tolkien, their eyes focused on the jumping frog. Zhao Mai snorted and walked over, and stretched out his foot to stamp the frog on the ground.

"Haha, that's useless!" The tavernkeeper said with a smile: "The frog is liquid, it will..."

"Will it re-condense and then jump again?" Zhao Mai gently applied force, the power of the ice spread from the soles of his feet, the green juice froze, and then Zhao Mai stepped on broken ice. Countless sighs sounded in the tavern, and the female boss greeted loudly: "Foreign factors, external factors, this round is void!"

"How are you?" Zhao Mai supported Tolkien, and the force of nature spread through his palm to get rid of the discomfort in his body.

"It's okay, I'm okay now." Tolkien shook his head and said, "I just felt sick just now, but it's nothing."

"Yes, it's nothing. It's just a joke to make everyone happy. By the way, make a bet!" The tavernkeeper jumped over, holding four glasses in his hand: "I invite you to drink, mead, here we are. specialty."

"I don't think it's funny." Zhao Mai's expression is still very serious: "If you want to bet, you only need to drink the frog juice wine yourself. The reason why my friends are allowed to drink is nothing but our first Once you didn't understand the situation, you wanted to make him foolish."

"Hey, don't be so serious, frog juice wine won't hurt your body, and short-term nausea doesn't matter as long as you get used to it." The tavern owner shook his head: "If you can't make a joke, no one will play with you. That's it."

"No one is no one." Zhao Mai suddenly began to understand why wizards often cast erase memory spells on ordinary people, because they don't care, as long as they are satisfied.

Tolkien panted heavily and sat down with Zhao Mai's support. "This mead will be fine, right?"

"If you drink too much, you will get drunk, nothing else." The boss pouted, "I know you are from a Muggle family, and you are far from becoming a wizard. You know, how can you do without an adventurous spirit?"

"Stop talking, let me taste your mead, I desperately need something to rinse my mouth." Tolkien finished.

"Are you sure?" Zhao Mai said to him. Tolkien nodded and smiled at the tavernkeeper. Zhao Mai can't help but forget it. He looked back, Ado was holding the little flower, sucking his belly and leaning on his side to try to come in. At this time, the narrow door suddenly expanded itself, just enough to let the giant in. "Ado!" He also knew to say thank you to the door frame. Dorgian followed him with a solemn expression.

"Four cups of mead!" The boss wiped the table vigorously with a rag, then placed the four cups one by one, and the orange-yellow mead was automatically produced from the bottom of the cup, just stopped near the mouth of the cup. "These four cups are for the four of you, counted on my account, I wish you good health and a happy life!" The boss of the Pocao Bar said in an exaggerated tone.

"Thank you very much," Tolkien said, dipping the mead in the glass. After drinking, he picked up the glass, looked left and right, and sniffed, "Isn't this mead?"

"That's right!" the female boss said to Tolkien, "Muggle mead was learned from me."

One is a drink for the whole person, and the other has no wizard characteristics. Tolkien was a little disappointed, but he said politely: "This is the first time we are here. We are going to Diagon Alley. Could you please point out how we can get there? ?"

"I can take you to the entrance." The female boss suddenly became enthusiastic and said: "A lot of people like you have recently come. You are in your twenties and thirties, and you have to go to Hogwarts, right?"

"What are people like us?" Zhao Mai asked alertly.

“The Ministry of Magic recently published an article acknowledging that there was a problem with the wizard’s search for spells, missing many people with wizarding blood and talent, and the Minister of Magic resigned.” The tavern owner seemed happy about the Minister’s resignation, or just because of the increase in potential customers. And happy, she said with a smile: "So recently, a group of students have been recruited urgently. I'm afraid you are among them, right?"

"Uh... yes." Tolkien hesitated, but nodded, "We were shocked when we received the letter! How is this wizard looking for a spell now?"

"It has been repaired, there will be no more mistakes. There were not many wizards, no wonder there were fewer and fewer people before... You should not waste time here, I will take you there!"

She moved, squeezed out from behind the bar, and led the way in front. The back door of the bar was a brick wall. The boss counted and turned his head, tapping on it three times with his finger. "Remember this brick, knock on the door three times and open it."

Tolkien watched the bricks move with a surprised expression, and after overlapping, dislocation and retreating, a door-sized void was made. Behind the doorway is Diagon Alley.

This is a crowded and prosperous alley, with large and small shops on both sides of the walkway, squeezing the small space in the middle, as if it would crumble at any time. Signs of various colors greet the guests **** people's heads: pots that are stirred vigorously, brooms flying around, bats yelling, and pointed hats shaking their heads. There are many people wearing mage robes and pointed hats. They either stop to check the goods or talk about current affairs. They occasionally cast their gazes, seeing Zhao Mai and others wearing Muggle clothes, shook their heads, and then looked away.

"The Gringotts Wizarding Bank is in the middle of the road. You will definitely not miss it." The boss finally said: "The goblins there are very cunning, and Muggle items are not worth money~www.wuxiaspot.com~ only magic and gems And gold can make them value."

"Thank you very much. The Broken Cauldron Tavern is definitely the best Wizard Tavern I have seen so far." Tolkien smiled and said, "I will come and sit often when I have time."

"Then my goal has been achieved." The boss nodded with everyone, then said "I have to prevent them from stealing alcohol" and turned back to the front.

"The best wizard tavern? Have you seen this one?" Zhao Mai smiled, it seems that his friend's mouth is also quite powerful.

"Maybe you don't know it well," Tolkien said: "We are in the same way in school. The upper grades always tease the lower grades, and some clubs have this habit.

"So? This habit is OK even after leaving school?" Zhao Mai shook his head, not wanting to talk about it anymore. He looked at the outfits of most wizards, then touched the camouflage ring, and changed his clothes into long robe and peaked hat. "Go to the bank first. You can't buy anything without the money of a wizard."

"I have to trouble you Mike again," Tolkien smiled.

"You are welcome." (To be continued.)