Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 613: Sly Sarah

For Easter this year, Ms. Rosemerta added a new wine to the wine list at Three Broomsticks. Its wine glass is made of chocolate eggshells, on which various beautiful patterns are drawn with colorful sugar liquid, which is bright and intoxicating.

According to Ms. Rosmerta, this kind of egg wine glass was specially made by the Duke of Honey, but it took her a lot of time to design the pattern!

At the moment, the fat young master of the Hohenheim family is holding the eggshell and chewing with gusto. It seems that Ms. Rosmerta's new idea fits his liking.

However, compared to this big fat brother, Sarah seems a bit boring. Although Maca also ordered her a chocolate egg filled with juice, she didn't even touch it. She just turned her head sideways and stared at the vapor-filled window for a moment, and looked dimly at the window outside. world.

"Oh, uh... don't worry," the fat young master saw that Maca seemed to care about his sister, so he couldn't help but whispered in his ear, "She can take care of herself, it's okay."

Maca smiled and shrugged upon hearing the words.

Of course he knew that this little girl from the Hohenheim family was obviously an unusual child, and he learned a little bit through the few contacts in France.

So on the contrary, not only did he never worry about this clever girl, but he always regarded her on the same level as himself. What he wanted was to try to communicate well with the other party to see if he could win such a young talent with great potential for Hogwarts.

It's a pity that from the first two meetings, the little girl has been wary of him, and she still releases a sense of rejection anytime and anywhere.

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

It's just that when Maca planned to put this little thought aside for the time being and enjoy a relaxing and lively holiday morning, Slughorn, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly leaned in.

"Oh, Professor Slughorn," Maca quickly pushed the drunk old man away, so that his old face could be a little further away from him, "Even if nothing happened all day today, You should also control the amount of alcohol you drink? If you get hit by Professor McGonagall later, she must deduct your salary—"

"Hiccup...I'm happy today..." Slughorn shook his head, and suddenly burped alcohol. It seemed that he had completely entered some kind of drunk mode, "McLean, you know... I came back to Hogwarts this time to become a professor again. I was not paid for that little salary. Hmm...hiccup, seriously...I like those kids, looking at their energetic appearance, I I also seem to have become much younger..."

"Yes, and you prefer good kids, don't you?" Maca casually dealt with him, pushing his face that was trying to get closer again, "Oh...Rosmerta Madam, please give him more lemon slices, I think this can help him to get rid of the smell of alcohol."

"Oh-no problem, wait a moment." Rosmerta in the bar skillfully waved his wand, sliced ​​a few iced lemons in the air, and then gently threw them in. In the eggshell wine glass in front of Slughorn, "Yes, Mr. Slughorn did drink a bit too much today..."

She said with a smile, but Maca shook her head helplessly—isn’t it because she greeted other guests to come over for a toast? Among those present, she was the least qualified to say this.

But I have to say, this woman is really good at doing business!

Going to Hagrid in the next seat was obviously better than Slughorn. Although he hasn't said much all the time, the amount of wine he can drink is several times that of others, but until now, there is only a slight blush on his cheeks. On his dark and rough face, the slight blush can hardly be seen.

So, after another short while, Slughorn's chattering voice finally disappeared. Maca turned his head and took a look, and found that the bald old man was asleep on the bar.

It's just that Slughorn wasn't the only one who was drunk here today. Maca was still looking at the stocky old man on his right, but unexpectedly a dull "plop" suddenly sounded on the left-the fat young master of the Hornheim family actually got down without saying a word.

"Hey, what's going on?" Maca said in surprise, "How do I remember, he doesn't seem to drink much yet, right?"

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

"Madam, please forgive me!" Even though Macadam waved his hand, "I will have something to do in the afternoon! If I drink now, I will probably spend the whole afternoon in bed by then! "

Ms. Rosmerta spreads out her hands indifferently. Her actions are as always full of the charm of mature women. Haven't seen many of the guests' eyes straightened up?

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

"This little girl, is the blended juice I recommend that doesn't suit the taste? I don't think you drink much?" Her eyes swept across the bar, and then she turned towards the little Sarah on the left of the fat man. Looked over.

As she spoke to little Sarah, Maca also sent her gaze over. Since this little girl always remained vigilant when facing him, it might be better for a woman with a high affinity like Ms. Rosmerta.

But this time, Maca seems to have guessed wrong again. In other words, he guessed right, but the problem lies in one point-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 brother will definitely come here again."

After hearing Rosmerta's question, she immediately turned her head and exchanged a few words with Rosmerta quite politely. As for the lovely smile that appeared on her face, it was really a difference between the sky and the ground, compared with the sheer ignorance when facing Maca.

"Miss Hohenheim, your attitude towards Ms. Rosmerta is a bit too good, right?" Maca spread his hands towards Sarah, chuckling casually, "I want to talk about what you know Time comes, I can be longer than her, why don't you see you so enthusiastic when you talk to me?"

But little Sarah hadn't even spoken to answer, but Ms. Rosmerta spoke first.

"Oh, oh, Mr. McLean, are you jealous of others?" She leaned on the bar and chuckled softly at Maca, "Don’t blame people for not reminding you of this lady’s age. But it’s still small! Wait a few more years, I won’t have time!"

Maka immediately waved his hand when he heard the words, and gave her a small and small blank eye.

"Dear Ms. Rosmerta, since you still know that she is young, you should keep her voice softer." He curled his lips and said, "Look, she is looking at me now The look in your eyes is a bit piercing!"

In fact, as for Rosmerta's remarks, there was a joke in it. Little Sarah looked like she was about ten years old. At this age, the elders would make some innocuous jokes to tease children, and this is even more common in bars.

But Maca knew that with the wisdom of Sarah's distant peers, this kind of joke might be really not appropriate.

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

The difficulty of waking up the fat young master is very high. Regarding this, the Mr. Ghost who had been following him had already mentioned it. But in this slightly embarrassing atmosphere right now, it is quite necessary to call this big fat man up.

Unexpectedly, before Maca could call a few more times, Sarah on the other side of the fat man suddenly spoke up.

"Mr. McLean, if you want Sarah to treat you better, isn't it impossible?" She turned her head, crossed her fat brother's back like a meat mountain, and looked at Macka." Sarah likes to listen to stories. If my husband can tell Sarah an interesting story..."

When she said this, she still had a sweet smile on her face~IndoMTL.com~ But Maca saw a hint of sly in that smile. Although she still doesn't know what horrible idea she has come up with, since she can take the initiative to talk to herself, it means that she probably has already figured out why she has approached her intentionally or unintentionally.

"Tell a story?" Maca nodded indifferently, "Of course it's okay, um... I think about it, then tell me something about..."

"Please wait a minute." Sarah shook her head slightly, the innocent smile on her face remained unchanged, but her eyes flashed with shrewd brilliance. "I heard my father say that Mr. McLean is very knowledgeable, Many allusions are often quoted in papers that no one else knows. Sarah is still young and can’t understand those papers that are all words... But since her father said that, Sarah thinks her husband must know many stories that others don’t ?"

She first buttoned a big hat on Maca, then she paused, and then she blinked her big eyes and said leisurely: "There is a story that Sarah wants to hear for a long time, but everyone can't tell. Clear...Mr. McLean, I think you must know it, can you tell Sarah?"

　　

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