This Easter, Ms. Rosmerta has added a new wine to the Three Broomsticks Bar's wine list. Its wine glass is made of chocolate eggshells, and it is intoxicatingly colorful with colorful sugar patterns painted on it.

According to Ms. Rosmerta, she had ordered this egg wine glass from Duke Honey, but it took her a lot of time to design the pattern!

Right now, the fat young master of the Hohenheim family is nibbling on eggshells, and it seems that Miss Rosmerta's new idea is very much to his liking.

However, compared to this big fat brother, little Sarah seems to feel a little bored. Although Maca also ordered her a chocolate egg filled with juice, she didn't even touch it, just tilted her head sideways and stared at the steamy window for a moment, looking at the world outside the window.

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

Hearing this, Maca smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

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

So on the contrary, not only did he never worry about this smart little girl, but he always treated her on the same level as himself. What he wants is to try to communicate well with the other party to see if he can win such a promising little genius for Hogwarts.

It's a pity that since the first two meetings, this little girl has been wary of him, and until now 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. There is still plenty of time left for him to "solicit", so there is no need to rush it at this time.

However, just as Maca was about to put this little bit of caution aside for a while and enjoy a relaxing and lively holiday morning, Slughorn, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly came over again.

"Oh, Professor Slughorn," Maka quickly pushed the drunken old man away so that his old face could be a little farther away from her, "even if you don't have anything to do all day today, you should control the amount of alcohol you drink, right?" If you go back and get bumped into by Professor McGonagall, she'll have to deduct your salary—"

"Hiccup...... Happy ...... today" Slughorn shook his head and burped coldly, looking like he was completely in some kind of drunken mode, "McLean, you know...... I came back to Hogwarts to be a professor again, not for that little paycheck. Well...... Hiccup, seriously...... I like those children, and when I look at their energetic appearance, I feel like I'm getting a lot younger......"

"yes, and you prefer good kids, don't you?" Maca casually dealt with him, pushing his face a little further away as she tried to come in again, "Oh...... Ms. Rosmerta, please give him some more lemon slices, I think this will help him get rid of the wine. ”

"Oh-no problem, wait a minute." Rosemerta at the bar skillfully waved her wand, sliced a few chilled lemons in the air, and gently tossed them into the eggshell wine glass in front of Slughorn, "Yes, Mr. Slughorn did drink a little too much today......"

She said with a smile, but Maca shook her head helplessly—wasn't it because she was beckoning the other guests over for a toast? Among the people present, she was the least qualified to say this.

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

Hagrid, who was in the next seat, was clearly much better than Slughorn. Although he hadn't spoken much, he had drunk several times more wine than others, but until now he was only slightly flushed on his cheeks. On his dark and rough face, the slightest flush could be said to be almost invisible.

And so, after a short while, the chattering voice of Slughorn finally disappeared. Maca turned her head to look and saw that the bald old man had fallen asleep on the bar.

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

"Huh, what's going on?" Maka was surprised, "How do I remember, he doesn't seem to have drunk much, right?" ”

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

"Ma'am, spare me!" Maka waved her hand, "I'll have something to do in the afternoon!" If you drink it now, you'll probably have to spend the whole afternoon in bed! ”

Ms. Rosmerta spread her hands indifferently, her movements were as full of mature feminine charm as ever, didn't she see that several guests were almost looking straight in their eyes?

But she was obviously accustomed to this kind of gaze, and she still wiped the glass goblet in her hand with a calm demeanor, unhurried and very calm.

"This little girl, is the mixed juice I recommended not to taste? I don't think you drank much? Her eyes swept over to the bar, and then she naturally looked at Sarah, to the left of the fat man.

As she opened her mouth to talk to Sarah, Maca also sent her gaze over. Since the little girl was always vigilant in the face of him, it would probably be much better if a woman as amiable as Ms. Rosmerta had been.

But this time, Maca seems to have guessed wrong. Or rather, he guessed correctly, and the question is that it is a little too good?

"Ma'am, this juice is delicious, thank you for your recommendation. If I have the opportunity next time, Sarah and her brother will definitely come back here. ”

When she heard Rosmerta's question, she immediately turned her head and exchanged a few words of greeting with Rosmerta quite politely. As for the lovely smile that appeared on her face, compared to the love and ignorance when facing Maca, it was really the difference between heaven and earth.

"Miss Hohenheim, you have a kind of good attitude towards Miss Rothmerta, don't you?" Maca spread her hands at little Sarah and chuckled casually, "When it comes to knowing you, I've known you for a little longer than her, so why don't you talk to me so enthusiastically?" ”

But before little Sarah could answer, Ms. Rosmerta spoke first.

"Oops, Mr. McLean, are you eating other people's vinegar?" She leaned against the bar and chuckled softly at Maca, "Don't blame people for not reminding you, this young lady is still young!" It's too late to wait a few more years! ”

When Maca heard this, she immediately waved her hand and gave her a small white eye.

"Dear Lady Rosmerta, since you know her young age, you ought to speak this more quietly." He pursed his lips and said, "Look, she's looking at me a little biting now!" ”

In fact, as far as Rosmerta's words are concerned, there was a joke in them. Little Sarah looks like she is about ten years old, and at this age, the elders will make some innocuous jokes to tease children, and this is even more common in bars.

But Maca knew that with little Sarah's intelligence far beyond her peers, this kind of joke might be a little inappropriate.

"Master Hohenheim?" He thought about it, then reached out and patted the big fat man next to him, "Hey, it's time to get up!" If you don't get out of bed, you won't have to eat lunch in a while! ”

It was very difficult to wake up the fat young master, and Mr. Ghost, who had been following him, had already mentioned this. But in this slightly embarrassing atmosphere at the moment, it is quite necessary to call this big fat man up.

But unexpectedly, before Maca had time to scream a few more times, Sarah on the other side of the fat man suddenly took the initiative to speak.

"Mr. McLean, it's not impossible to make Sarah treat you better?" She turned her head sideways, looked over her fat brother's back, looked at Maka and said, "Sarah likes to listen to stories, if only Sir, I could tell Sarah an interesting story......"

She still had a sweet smile on her face as she said this, but Maca saw a hint of cunning in that smile. Although I don't know what the hell she came up with, since she can take the initiative to talk to herself, it means that she has probably figured out why she is close to her intentionally or unintentionally.

"Storytelling?" Maca nodded nonchalantly, "Of course that's fine, huh...... If I think about it, let's talk about ......."

"Please wait." Sarah shook her head slightly, the innocent smile on her face remained unchanged, but her eyes flashed with shrewdness, "I heard my father say that Mr. McLean is very knowledgeable, and often quotes many allusions in his papers that no one else knows. Sarah was too young to read the paper, which was full of words...... But since her father said that, Sarah thinks that her husband must know a lot of stories that others don't know, right? ”

She first put a big hat on Maca, and then paused again, then blinked and said leisurely with big eyes: "There is a story Sarah has wanted to hear for a long time, but everyone can't tell it...... Mr. McLean, I think you must know, can you tell Sarah about that? ”