It's important to note that it's true that drinking flaming whiskey does keep you out the cold – and it's just as effective. This is because in addition to being a highly alcoholic liquor, the potion ingredients of Scottish fire vine and salamander blood also have a strong thermogenic and rejuvenating effect.

It's just that the reason why Hermione poured so much into Brandi at one time was that in addition to desperately hoping that he would come to his senses as soon as possible and help them solve their current predicament, it was somewhat mixed with a little other selfishness.

(In the book, it is said that when you are drunk, you spit out the truth, and when you are drunk, you can see people's hearts...) Usually I always feel that this stupid guy hides a lot of things, and he hides it all day, and it's not easy to say it when he asks. Now it's rare for Hagrid to give such a good opportunity, so I have to shake out all his things quickly~)

But...... How much does it mean to be 'drunk'?

Hermione, who had just seized the flame whiskey from Brandy's backpack a few minutes earlier, weighed the apparently lethal bottle in her hand, frowning and deep in thought.

(Is that enough...... ）

Her confusion was not unreasonable.

Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, was not the same as Harry's fat-headed, big-eared Uncle Desley. As a dentist who needs to stay focused all the time, he has no opportunities to drink freely due to the nature of his profession, and he has been strictly guarded by his wife for many years, so every time he secretly drinks he can only taste it - so that Hermione has never even seen her father when he is drunk.

This led to a certain cognitive misunderstanding of the amount of alcohol needed to reach a drunken state and what it is to be drunk.

So, as Harry watched in amazement as a whole bottle of flame whiskey, which was considered a spirit even in the wizarding world, poured into Brandy's mouth one after another, Miss Granger, who was the initiator, seemed extremely calm.

"Look! It worked, and his face started to redden! ”

With a complicated expression of curiosity and gossip on her face, she watched with eagerness as Brandi's stiff body slowly softened under the effect of flame whiskey, the frost covering her body quickly melted under the effect of magic, and Tie Qing's face gradually swelled with an abnormal flush. Immediately after, his eyelids moved.

Brandi woke up.

"Hiss~ it hurts."

Propping up his arms and covering his forehead, Brandy groaned and sat up straight, groaning, and a little confused to find that his body was becoming very strange—for some reason, it was supposed to be cold weather, but his body was as hot as being in a furnace. And what made him even more frightened was that everything in his sight was still circling around him.

Brandi shook his head and clamped his cheek with his hand, trying to fix the scene in front of him again, but not only did it not get any better, but Harry, who looked strange, appeared two or three more out of thin air like a doppelganger, and jumped even more happily.

"Hell, Harry... I look like I see a lot of you running around......"

He rubbed his eyes hesitantly, and when he noticed that Harry in front of him was really a few more than a copy spell, he staggered out his hand and kept gesturing in the air.

However, the paralyzed mind had no balance at all, so that the outstretched hand also swayed up and down sharply - one accidentally, Brandi's body swayed to the side, and the hand subconsciously propped up to the flying carpet - just pressed against Hermione's knee-resting hand.

Eh, huh, huh!!

With a bang, the blood immediately rushed into Hermione's head, making her dizzy, and for a while, Hermione, who has always been known for her sanity, didn't know what to do this time.

Is this just, pulling, pulling, pulling?!

(Wow, the effect of this wine is too obvious!) Obviously he was a stupid guy like wood before, but he would be so direct when he was drunk...... Woo, Brandi the Big Idiot! Let go. Harry, Harry is still watching! ）

With her cheeks flushed, she panicked and tried to shake off Brandi's hand, but stopped the next moment. Palm up, the arm caught all her attention, from the wrist to the shoulder, most of the sleeve was already riddled with holes, hanging half-dead in the air like rags. In the faint moonlight, the purple-black bloodstain on the arm was clearly visible, the sides of the wound were swollen high, and the skin and muscles were blurred with ground flesh - before that, Brandi had tied the rope binding charm to this arm and dragged Harry in mid-air all the way for so long.

Brandi, it must hurt......

…………

Faintly, his hand seemed to touch something warm, soft, as if it were a soft palm.

Am I dreaming?

Lying on the ground again, Brandi squinted and thought in a daze, and this strange feeling of being light and fluttering and unable to exert his strength made him a little confused for a while. Soon, however, he felt his hand being gently held against him, so he tried to keep his eyes open, and turned his head to look over there—everything in front of him was turning so fast that he could only see a faint black shadow.

So what could it be?

I don't understand, I don't dare to think about it, as long as I try to analyze and think about it a little, my head will feel like it's about to explode. His current state was a bit strange, his limbs were numb and sluggish, and it seemed difficult to direct them to move precisely. Moreover, there has been a strange taste in the mouth from the beginning, a bit of malt and caramel aroma, but it seems to be slightly bitter.

What potions were you fed? Is something going on?

…………

He only remembered that all the magic in his body had evaporated in that super demonic winter curse, and it felt like it was like when he experimented with a meteor in the Forbidden Forest, as if he had almost exhausted his breathing strength, but this time, in addition to the simple failure of his magic power, his body seemed to have undergone a little other change - he couldn't describe the strange feeling, if he had to describe it, then maybe it would be...... Out of one's senses?

["Brandy, it must be hurting......"]

That's right, at the moment when the magic power was drained, it seemed that for a moment, the connection between his spirit and his body weakened.

But fortunately, it was only a short moment, so fast that he barely reacted, and his control of his body returned to normal.

["Don't move, I'll bandage your wound right away - damn it, white fresh essence... White Fresh... Got it. ”】

In the next words, remember that the spell was barely finished, and it was not yet able to be released...... Something happened, and I was caught off guard by several spells, almost shattering the iron armor spell that I had no follow-up mana supply at all - by the way, it was an explosion, something exploded......

【Hiss~hiss~】The sound of the fabric tearing.

Oh my God, it's Ron!

There was a sudden sharp pain in his arm, Brandi's body shrank in pain, and his muddy thoughts cleared up a little, at least he remembered everything that had happened before. He was confused for a moment, and then subconsciously looked around, and Carf was still in control of the flying carpet; The sleepy Parvati was entangled in a mess of clothes and robes and turned into a small mummy, revealing only a small half of his face, I don't know if he was frozen by the winter spell just now, and from time to time he would sniffle; Harry, who had been beside him a moment ago, sat down next to Parvati and began to pour half a bottle of frostbite potion into her mouth.

As for Ron, something horrific to Brandi happened - Ron was in a dangerous state that no one cared about, and his wand was still tightly held in his hand.

What's even more terrifying is that the magic in Brandi's perception still shows no signs of dissipating!

Merlin is on top, and he won't come back.

Holding back the vertigo, Brandi quickly shook off the flying carpet and sat up again. Forcing herself to lock onto Hermione, who was still spinning in her vision. She seemed to have been busy with her injured arm, still patiently saying something to him.

"Brandi, do you have anything you want to say to me, anything......"

It was so gentle and seductive, although it seemed to be covered with a layer of cloth, and it sounded a little distant and empty, but Brandi was still much more relieved to hear Hermione's voice, but - when did she speak so softly?

"Homeyne ......" Brandi bit his lip hard, his desire to survive briefly suppressed the paralysis caused by the alcohol, he looked up anxiously, trying to explain the current situation to Hermione, but the syllables that came out of his mouth were so weak and muffled that even he couldn't make out what he was saying, so he leaned forward in a frustration, and got a little closer—until Hermione's face completely took over his entire line of sight.

“…………”

For a while, he was so attracted by the slightly flushed face that he couldn't speak.

Hermione, who has no good temper on weekdays, has some freckles on her face, and looks ordinary, is now unexpectedly as cute and seductive as a peach in her somewhat hazy sight.

Hell yes! It's damn sweet......

Brandi was embarrassed to find that he was a little afraid to look directly at Hermione's face, but what he had to say was so urgent that he shook his head vigorously in order to put this strange feeling aside. Then he struggled to control his facial muscles—the girl who was close at hand had already finished bandaging her hands, and she was so nervous that she couldn't hold her breath.

"Wait a minute! Brandy, I, I'm not ready-" Hermione swallowed, tilting her head back unnaturally, trying to avoid the unusually serious and serious look from Brandi, the straight gaze that made her heart beat hard.

"But we don't have time to get ready, Hermione, listen......" Brandi muttered inarticulately, his irrefutable tone slamming into her heart like a hammer, and her soul trembled.

"Do you want to say it now, anyway?" She bit her lip and blushed and looked at Harry, who was completely confused and confused, and wrenched his hands together. "Wouldn't that be too hasty, you see—we can go back to Hogwarts and think about it, right?"

"No! I can't control it so much, if I don't act immediately, the scene will be uncontrollable! ”