Hogsmeade Village, the streets were already crowded with Hogwarts students, the Three Broomsticks Bar was crowded and noisy, and Cheryl walked through the crowd with large trays full of butterbeer and snacks.

Mrs. Rosmerta, who was still graceful, saw Allen and immediately swayed towards them, "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, it's a pleasure to see you. ”

Her shiny heels leaned towards Allen and said worriedly, "Professor Harris, what's been happening to you lately... Rumors are flying all over the place, and it won't affect you much, will it? If there's anything you need help with, just say that as long as I can help, I'll definitely help..."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Rosmerta, but don't bother, no matter what happens, I don't think these little things will even delay the transaction of our liquor business..."Alan politely reassured, he found out that the other party was actually worried that once he was kicked out of school, or even the Harris family fell, she would not be allowed to continue to regularly send wine to the giant squid in the Black Lake.

"I don't believe a word about the rumors in the newspapers. Mrs. Rosmerta whispered a sentence and glanced left and right with some concern, and found that no one was paying attention before she was relieved, "Professor Harris, don't worry, I prepare different flavors of wine every day to send to the Black Lake, there is absolutely no delay or delay, and the quality can definitely be guaranteed, Miss Granger is very strict in her work, but she will conduct random inspections from time to time!"

"Mrs. Rosmerta, please bring us two heavy cheesecakes. Hermione squeezed out a forced smile in response, "Alan, I'll go to the bathroom first." ”

Hermione didn't have much affection for the shopkeeper who liked to lean over to attract wizards by leaning over, and now she couldn't help but worry about business when she saw that the other party was so merchandising, and she didn't even like it so sneakily to express support.

"Then I'll go find a seat first. Alan watched Hermione turn around, and then said to the landlady with three brooms, "By the way, Mrs. Rosmerta, a few days are a day to celebrate, please help me prepare an extra six or seven barrels of red vinegar rum and fish-flavored green beer, and I will come and get them myself in a few days." ”

Mrs. Rosmerta didn't respond immediately, she frowned slightly, rubbed her palms in front of her, and said decisively, "Of course Professor, I'll be ready." ”

Alan looked up and glanced at Mrs. Rosemerta, who did not show joy even after receiving a large order, and saw through her thoughts, the other party was worried that the Harris family would not be able to withstand this menacing attack from the pure-blood family.

This idea of a small citizen in a wizard made Alan feel a little funny, but he took out a few handfuls of Galleons from his waist bag: "By the way, I just happened to have some change on me, so let's give it first." ”

"No, no... Professor Harris, you're mistaken, I'm just a little worried about you... That's not what it means. This made Lady Rosmerta blush, and she quickly waved her hand to excuse herself, in fact, whether it was a Ministry of Magic official or a Hogwarts professor and student, she had the ability to establish a good relationship, and this time she would not have been so out of shape if it weren't for the fact that the public opinion seemed to be more and more unfavorable to Harris.

"Oh, then I beg your pardon," Alan apologized politely, and then asked, "Also, Mrs. Rosmerta, did you see Mr. Remus Lupin, did he come to the tavern?"

"Hmm...... I'm sure I haven't seen Mr. Lupin so far, and I think Professor Harris could sit in the corner and wait. Mrs. Rosmerta propped one hand on the handle of the chair next to her, and pointed in the direction of Alan with the other, "There's a seat in the corner next to the fireplace, and Cheryl and I haven't had time to clean up before the guests have just left, but privacy is better, if Professor Harris doesn't mind, I'll take a seat first, and I'll bring the cake first." ”

"That's good, Mrs. Rosmerta, you're still so thoughtful. Alan complimented the other man's eyesight after he recovered, and then sat down in that direction.

After a moment's wait, Hermione came over and sat down beside Allen, and before they could talk, Lady Rosmerta herself came to them, carrying a small basket to nimbly dodge the little wizard running around.

"I'm sorry Professor Harris, Miss Granger, but there's only one cake left, and I'll bring it to you as soon as the next oven is ready. Mrs. Rosmerta laid the basket on the table, and said apologetically—she had habitually propped herself up on the table again.

"Mrs. Rosmerta~" A few more patrolling Aurors came in at the door of the hotel, as if they had become regular customers, but they didn't seem to notice that the landlady with three brooms was receiving Allen, so her tone was a little presumptuous in the hotel full of little wizards.

"It's okay, there seems to be a guest calling you over there, please come over first, you don't have to take care of us. Allen, who knew that some of the other party's actions were just habitual, didn't care.

"I'm sorry, I'll let Cheryl bring you the rest later. Madame Rosmerta nodded apologetically and turned to walk over—she was pleased with the fact that the Aurors patrolling Hogsmeade preferred her shop to the Hogsmeade Bar.

After the landlady left, noticing that Hermione seemed a little upset, Alan pushed the cake tray towards Hermione, her eyes on the only heavy cheesecake on the plate, but before she could make a move, Alan picked the cake off the plate and snatched it.

Hermione looked at Alan suspiciously, and didn't understand what his Alan meant for a while - it wasn't until Alan grabbed the cake with her bare hands and held it in her hand that she realized that the other party was teasing her, and stretched out her hand to Alan with some unskillful cooperation: "Ellen, I ordered it first!"

"But it's in my hands now. Alan playfully shook the cake in Hermione's hand, and used magic to keep it from being crushed, and Alan leaned slightly to Hermione in the opposite direction, lifting the cake aside to prevent Hermione from snatching it.

Hermione actually felt quite comfortable with this common way of playing with witches and wizards, she reached out a little stiffly and tried to grab the cake, and shouted in an unskilled tone, "Allen, give me back!"

Alan took the cake back to him and smiled, "Take it." ”

As soon as the words ended, Alan quickly put the cake to his mouth, stretched out his tongue in an exaggerated and disgusting manner, quickly licked it on the surface of the cake, and then tried to put it in Hermione's hand.

Hermione's raised hand froze, of course, for her, her relationship with Alan was already very close, and eating the cake that Eren had licked was nothing, but Miss Know-it-all, who likes to talk about rules, was really difficult to adapt to being too intimate in public.

Hermione, whose face was starting to be a little ruddy, glanced at Alan, and found that Alan's expression was a bit annoying like Draco Malfoy in the lower grades, which made her also rise to the somewhat outward competitiveness of the lower grades, she gave up the cake as Alan expected, but unexpectedly picked up the butterbeer glass in front of Alan.

Alan immediately realized what Hermione was trying to do, but he had just sat up straight as he leaned back on the couch, reaching over with his free hand to snatch the coffee cup from Hermione's hand, "Don't! Hermione, that's..."

But Hermione had already taken precautions, she was afraid that Alan would snatch it, so she had quickly turned her back to Alan, stretched out her tongue and put it on the rim of the cup at a faster speed than Alan ** cake just now, and then let the rim of the cup turn for a whole week.

Consciously revenge, she turned around and shook the butterbeer glass, squinting at Alan triumphantly, her body also learned Allen's movements just now, leaning back on the sofa, and her red fluttering smile was even brighter than before.

"Professor Harris, Miss Granger, your butterbeer has arrived. A female voice rang out behind Hermione.

Cheryl, the waitress of the three broomsticks, came over with a large tray and put the butterbeer that Alan had ordered on the table, then took back the beer glass that Hermione had just licked and put it in the tray, and smiled at the two of them flatteringly: "Sorry, there are a lot of people today, so I'll take them away." ”

Hermione, whose smile had frozen, watched Cheryl sway, somewhat stiffly imitating Mrs. Rosmerta's usual graceful posture, and she turned her head to look at Alan without giving up.

"That's not my butterbeer... It's the last table... Uh..."Alan let himself shrink back in the opposite direction of Hermione, then took a bite of the cake and added vaguely, "Hermione, don't blame me... I've tried to stop you..."

With a retching sound, Hermione, who didn't have the heart to beat Allen, jumped up and immediately ran to the bathroom, her hands still scraping her long tongue very indecently - which made Hermione look very unhermione.

As Hermione ran into the bathroom, Alan heard the voices of many students greeting Professor Lupin at the door of the tavern.

Remus Lupin looked a little fat, and compared to previous years, he seemed to be well fed by Tonks, his face was ruddy and shiny, and his back was straight, and he knew at a glance that this man was in happiness, but at this time his brow furrowed slightly, as if something was bothering him.