Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This Easter, Madam Rosmerta adds a new wine to the wine list at Three Broomsticks Inn. Its goblet is made of chocolate eggshells, which are painted with colorful sugar to create a variety of beautiful patterns.

According to Madam Rosmerta, this egg goblet was specially ordered by Honeydukes, and it took her a lot of time to design the pattern!

Right now, the fat young Master of the Hornheim family is holding the eggshell with keen interest pleasure. It seems that Madam Rosmerta’s new idea is very suitable for him.

However, compared to this big fatty big brother, Little Sarah seems to be a bit boring. Although Marx also gave her a chocolate egg filled with juice, she didn’t even touch it. She just stared at the window full of water vapor and looked at the window outside. .

“Oh, hey… don’t worry,” Fat Young Master saw Marx as if he was concerned about his younger sister. He couldn’t help but whisper in his ear. “She can take care of herself, nothing.”

Marx hearing this, smiling shrugged.

Of course, he knew that the little girl at the Hornheim family was obviously an unusual child, and he learned a little more through the contacts in France.

On the contrary, he has not only never worried about this clever little girl, but has always placed her in the same position as herself. What he wants is to try to communicate with the other side to see if he can win such a potential genius for Hogwarts.

It is a pity that since the first two meetings, the little girl has been wary of him, and until now, she has released a sense of rejection whenever and wherever.

But in any case, this pair of siblings is coming, and naturally it will not be anxious to go. The “catch-up” time left for him is still very abundant, and there is no need to rush for a while.

However, when Marx intends to take this care and put it aside, and enjoy a relaxing and busy holiday, the Slughorn sitting on the other side suddenly came together.

“Oh, Professor Slughorn,” Marx quickly pushed the drunken old man away so that his old face could be farther away from himself. “Even if there is nothing to do today, you should control the drinking. Do you want to go back? If you go back and meet with Professor McGonagall, she has to deduct your salary-“

“Oh… I’m happy today…” Slughorn swayed his head, and he had a cellar, and it seemed to have entered a certain drunken mode. “McLorne, you know… I came back to Hogwarts this time. A professor, it’s not a salary to pay for it. Um… Hey, really… I like those children, watching their energetic appearance, I seem to be younger…”

“Yes, and you prefer a good child, isn’t it?” Marx casually dealt with him, pushing his face that he was trying to get back a little further. “Oh…Madam Rosmerta, trouble him.” Add some lemon slices, I think this can help him go to the wine.”

“Oh – no problem, wait a moment.” Rosmerta in the bar skillfully waved wand, cut a few chilled lemons into a sheet of each and everyone in the air, and then gently threw the eggs in front of the Slughorn. In the shell goblet, “Yes, Mr. Slughorn did drink a little bit today…”

She smiled and said, Marx shook his head with helplessness – wasn’t it because she greeted other guests to come to toast? Among the people present, she is the least qualified to say this.

But I have to say that this woman is really going to do business!

Going to Harigid in a seat next to it is obviously much better than Slughorn. Although he has never said anything, the drinkable wine is several times more than others, but now it is only a little flushed red on the cheek. On his dark and rough skin, the little redness can be said to be almost invisible.

So, after a little while, the sound of Slughorn in the ear finally disappeared. Marx turned his head and found that the bald old man had fallen asleep on the bar.

However, it is not only Slughorn that is drunk here today. Marx is still looking at the chunky old man on the right hand side, but unexpectedly there is a dull “plop” sound on the left – the fat young Master of the Hohenheim family actually squats without saying anything.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Marx said strangely. “How do I remember, he seems to haven’t had much to drink yet?”

“This new wine is actually quite strong,” explains Madam Rosmerta inside. “MrLorne, do you want to try it too?”

“Ms., still spare me!” Marx, even if he waved his hand, “I will have something to do in the afternoon! If I drink now, I will spend the afternoon in bed.”

Madam Rosmerta didn’t care about spreading her hands. Her actions were as full of the charm of mature women. Didn’t she see the eyes of several guests looking straight?

But she is obviously already used to the focus of this kind of gaze, still wiping the glass goblet in her hand, not too slow or calm.

“This little girl, is my recommended mixed juice not suitable for taste? I don’t think you have any drink?” Her eyes swept in front of the bar, and then she naturally looked at the little Sarah on the left side of the fat. .

As she spoke to Xiao Sara, Marx sent her sights together. Since this little girl has always been vigilant in the face of him, the woman who is extremely affinityd by Madam Rosmerta may have a much better effect.

But this time, Marx seems to be guessing wrong. Or, he guessed it was true, the problem is a little bit – is the effect a bit too good?

“Ms., this juice is delicious, thank you for your recommendation. If there is a chance next time, Sarah and Big Brother will definitely come here again.”

After hearing Rosmerta’s question, she turned her head and politely greeted Rosmerta with a few words. As for the lovely smile that appeared on her face, compared with the love that faced Marx, it was a difference between heaven and earth.

“Miss Hornheim, is your attitude towards Madam Rosmerta a bit too good?” Marx spread his hand at Little Sarah and sneered casually. “I want to talk about the time you know, I can compare with her.” To be longer, how can you not be so enthusiastic when you talk to me?”

But Sarah did not answer this question, but Madam Rosmerta spoke first.

“Aiya Aiya, Mr. McLorne, are you eating vinegar?” She leaned on the bar and sighed with a smile to Marx. “Don’t blame people for not reminding you, this lady is still young.” Small! Wait a few more years to come!”

Marx hearing this, suddenly waved his hand and gave her a big white eye to her.

“Dear Madam Rosmerta, since you still know that she is young, she should put a little more light on this.” He curled one’s lip, “Hey, she can see my eyes now a bit.” People!”

In fact, as far as Rosmerta’s words are concerned, this is the joke of the mind. Little Sarah looks like a ten-year-old. At this age, the elders will open some innocuous little jokes, which is more common in the bar.

But Marx knows that it’s just that Sarah is far more intelligent than her peers. It’s probably not quite appropriate to play what a joke.

“Hornheim Young Master?” He thought about it, and then he reached out and patted the big fatty around him. “Hey, it’s time to get up! No more beds, no food for lunch!”

The difficulty of waking up the fat Young Master is very big. On this point, the ghost who was always there is already mentioned. It is quite necessary to call this big fat in the slightly embarrassing atmosphere at the moment.

However, I did not expect that Marx had not had enough time to call it, but Sarah on the other side of Fatty suddenly took the initiative.

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne, I want Sarah to be better at you, isn’t it not?” She turned her head and crossed her fat big brother like a mountainous back, looking at Marx. “Sara likes to listen.” Story, if Mr. can tell Sarah an interesting story…”

When she said this, her face still had a sweet smile, but Marx took out a little crafty in that smile. Although she still didn’t know what she had come up with, but since she can take the initiative to talk to herself, it means that she probably already wants to understand why she is close to her intentionally or unintentionally.

“Story story?” Marx didn’t care about the location, “Of course, no problem, um… I think about it, then tell a story…”

“Please wait.” Sarah shook her head gently, the pure smile on her face was not changed, but the eyes were flashing with shrewd brilliance. “I heard Father say that Mr. McLorne is very knowledgeable and often in the paper. Quote a lot of allusions that others don’t know. Sarah is still small, can’t read all the papers that are all words… But what about father, Sarah thinks that Mr. must know a lot of stories that others don’t know?”

She first gave Marx a big hat, and then stopped, and then she said with a big eyes: “There is a story Sarah wants to listen for a long time, but everyone can’t say clearly… Mr. McLorne I think you must know. Can you tell Sarah?”