Alan fell into a warm embrace, the other party's enthusiasm made him a little overwhelmed, and Allen's cheeks were hot, making him feel like he had gone to the Burrow for a while...... Then a strong smell came to his nose, and Alan couldn't help but let out a "Wow!", which also reminded him of Ravenclaw's words - Hufflepuff hated Ravenclaw bathing too often...

"Helga, if you strangle him a little longer, you won't have to examine his wounds. Rowena Ravenclaw said angrily.

Helga Hufflepuff finally let go, and she didn't know if it was because she was strangled too tightly or because she was a little dizzy and her face was a little purple, she carefully examined the wound on Alan's face: "Oh, don't worry, she's doing a good job, you'll get better soon, whatever herbs you need, you can get it from me." Poor kid, you must not have eaten lately, I'd like to see it, I'll make you something good to swallow, and you'll be fine in no time—but you're cleaner than Ravenclaw? Don't bathe until the wound heals, kid. ”

"Helga, I'm hungry, get me something to eat first. Rowena Ravenclaw's fingers flicked the table.

The tavern hostess was unimpressed by Rowena's attitude, but gently suggested: "During the day, an apprentice brought me a few rare largemouth ballfish, all of which are not bad, and have a lot more chin meat than ordinary ballfish, and I have left one for you." ”

"It turns out that the large-mouthed colored ball fish on "Singing and Singing" really exists......" Alan couldn't help but be a little in a trance when he heard this familiar name, the colored ball fish is a small spherical fish with two long legs and webbed feet on the legs. It lives in deep lakes and feeds on water snails. Colorball fish are not dangerous, but they can gnaw on swimmers' feet and clothing. The merfolk regard the Painted Ball Fish as a scourge, and will knot its long legs and let it drift down the water - and the Largemouth Painted Ball is one of the strange creatures that Luna believes exists, but most people don't agree with.

At this moment, a wizard apprentice in the kitchen brought some pumpkin-shaped utensils with lids to the table to the right of Allen, and said to a red-haired man with a face full of vicissitudes carrying a lute like a half-cut pear, "Your pudding has arrived." ”

Hearing the pudding, Alan was a little curious why Ravenclaw didn't order it, and she didn't seem to be interested in even looking at the pudding, you know, Alan had a moment of doubting if Luna only ate pudding......

So, Alan couldn't help but turn his head and glance at it, and found that the pumpkin lid on top was opened, and the so-called pudding was just a mixture of fruit and oatmeal.

Noticing Alan's eyes, Ravenclaw followed Alan's gaze as well, and then curled the corners of his mouth with disdain, "Those Muggle bald people in the monastery invented things, they call this kind of thing pudding, you don't have to eat this, Helga will prepare you better, but this Muggle bard has always been quite self-conscious, and he sings well." ”

Alan was a little surprised by the identity of the Celtic ethnographer, "So Muggles can come in? Oh, there's no International Federation of Wizards Secrecy Act yet...... Not yet, to be exact, but the Hufflepuff lady really treats everyone equally, even if it's a Muggle - but this Muggle isn't afraid of wizards in this age of ignorance?"

Then, Alan looked up at the wooden board hanging on the wooden beam behind the bar, which was also the bar's menu, but there was only one thick broth on it, and there were only two kinds of alcohol, ale and wine, and they were limited to three drinks per person - although I don't know the exact price now, Alan estimated that in Hufflepuff style, it was very cheap in this era.

Alan couldn't help but stand up again and look around, and found that the food on each table in the room was different, and in fact, almost no one had ordered the thick broth according to the menu.

Helga Hufflepuff came over with a large tray, and she noticed Alan's puzzled gaze, and explained to him empathetically: "The opening hours are from the beginning of the curfew to the end of the curfew, and people call me the 'Late Night Tavern', and that's all on the menu, but feel free to order other dishes. I will do what I can, and this is my business policy. As you can see, there are actually quite a few guests. ”

Putting the food on the tray one by one on the table, Helga poured a glass of ale wine for Rowena Ravenclaw, and put a bowl of thick broth in front of Alan, "Add some herbs that can help heal wounds, and a certain calming effect, I have rotted the meat with a fork in advance, you can easily drink it without trying to chew it, taste it, how does it taste?"

With that, Helga placed the last bowl of soup on the tray and the beautifully carved golden cup of wine on the table, and then made it to the chair himself.

Alan recognized it as the Hufflepuff Cup, but the treasure was said to have all sorts of magical powers and was only used for wine?

Hufflepuff wiped her hands with a handkerchief, took a sip of wine, then scooped a piece of stewed meat and put it in her mouth, and when she swallowed it, she nodded with satisfaction: "Actually, the thick broth with herbs tastes better, but the cost is too expensive." ”

Alan looked at the other party's appearance and became appetizing, and shifted his attention from the golden cup to his own share of broth.

"Rowena, what are you thinking about? I contacted Salazar and asked him to bring Godric back and we will talk in detail, that pugnacious fellow entrusted the fairy king Legnak I to forge a sword for him, but no one in the wizards was willing to duel him, so this guy went to duel with the champion knight of the tournament under the Muggle king elder Edward. She asked, looking at Rowena Ravenclaw, who had already taken aim at the largemouth ballfish. Obviously, the reason why she sat next to Eren was definitely not to taste the thick broth with Alan, but to discuss things with Rowena Ravenclaw.

"Hmm...... It's too much trouble to teach those dumbheads. Rowena Ravenclaw said indistinctly.

"Pure-blood wizards like to keep their knowledge firmly in their own way, so that they can only be passed on within their own family, and now no one can learn systematically in the mode of a wizard with several apprentices, it depends on the personal level of the mentor...... Even those from wizarding families are uneven, let alone those from Muggle backgrounds, and if you are lucky, you can hope to become one of the few apprentices that a wizard has brought and learn some shallow knowledge from them. Once their identities are exposed to Muggles, what awaits them with little self-protection is endless hunting and persecution by the Church, not to mention those Muggle children who most of them show magical riots, many of whom are directly killed by their parents to avoid the Church's visit. Rowena, we can't patronize ourselves, we should help them stay away from the prying eyes of Muggles and the persecution of the Church, so that wizards can have a place to stay, a place to advance—my tavern is too insignificant for that. Helga shook the hand of Ravenclaw, who had stopped eating.

Ravenclaw tried to pull his hand out, "Let's wait until they get back, let me eat first, this one is much better than freshwater ballfish." ”

This feeling of witnessing history makes Alan a little fascinated, and the words in the book become reality and play out around him, which is a rare experience, "But isn't Ravenclaw too happy......" This made Alan discover Luna's fear of trouble from the other party again.

Then the Muggle troubadour came from his seat, picked up his lute, played a little piece of music to tune it out, and then said to the people in the tavern, "Wandering around, the contemptible is singing a song 'In Memories.' from Ireland, please all of you present here." ”

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, he half-squinted his eyes, tilted his head sideways, as if immersed in good memories, and sang the eulogy affectionately, "The white smoke you breathe is slowly riding the wind at this moment, disappearing into the floating clouds in the sky little by little......

"I had healed his wounds, and he didn't seem to be very afraid of wizards, so I invited him to my tavern for dinner, and I didn't take any money from him, but in return he played and sang in my tavern, though not often like this, and he only came two or three times a month. Helga applauded the Muggle troubadour who had just finished singing and saluting goodbye, and it wasn't just her, everyone in the tavern applauded him, and Hufflepuff said to Allen with a grimace, "No wizard cares about his Muggle status now, in fact he is quite popular." ”

"Thank you for your hospitality. The Muggle opened the door to the tavern and disappeared into the night—though he would probably have to find a haystack for the night.

But the atmosphere inside the tavern was ignited. "Awesome!" said a witch excitedly, raising her glass of wine, enjoying the food in such a warm and flowing place.

Although Alan didn't need the steaming bowl of thick broth to warm his body on this hot summer night, he couldn't help but relax in such an environment, and drank the bowl of thick broth in one gulp after another, covering his forehead with a thin layer of sweat as a result. He let out a long breath and put down the bowl, feeling only comfortable, as if he had come to life again.