Would anyone really want to drink such a drink? Fred and George were a little confused, but they looked at the long line at the door of the bar, and they were a little uncertain.

As for why someone would invent a drink that tastes like a girl's feet, it's not surprising, after all, Bibi Duowei beans even have a boogie flavor in them. It's just that Fred never understood, how did these people eat it and smell like boogers? Could it be that they have eaten boogers before?

"Would you like to try it?" George winked his eyes at his brother. As a teenager with a passion for mischief, how could you not try this novel drink?

"Listen to you." Fred shrugged his shoulders and took his brother's advice. The two of them lined up with Lovell at the end of the line.

The line shortened quickly, and less than ten minutes later it was the brothers' turn.

"Underage wizards are forbidden to drink alcohol." The security guard at the door stopped Fred who wanted to enter the door. Not to mention the immature and excessive faces of the two, the short stature alone is enough to prove that they are definitely not adults.

The bartender even wondered if the two were in third grade.

"We're not buying wine, we're here to try the new product, the magic lemon tea." Fred explained.

"Well, remember, you can't buy alcohol. Also, keep an eye on your dog, don't let it run around and bite it, if it excretes everywhere you will be fined. The uncle admonished again, and then put the two in.

Lovell's eyes were red with anger: he wasn't the kind of pup who would defecate in the open!

"Good guys, they're rare and weird." George soothed the wolf cub.

The two of them came to the bar and ordered three cups of magic lemon tea.

"Three cups of magic lemon tea."

"Three Siko, what color tea bag do you want?"

"Huh?" Fred didn't react for a moment.

Mrs. Rostamer, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks Bar, looked at the two childish teenagers and couldn't help but chuckle: "There are two colors, black and white, which one do you want?" ”

Although he didn't understand why the tea bags were deliberately colored, Fred still said casually: "It's black." ”

"Ice or body temperature?"

“？”

“…… Body temperature. ”

"Is there a request for a cup?"

"Ordinary is fine."

After a few somewhat odd conversations, Fred finished his order.

The drink was not expensive, a sico could order one, but when it was brought by Mrs. Rostamer, Fred and George were shocked.

The bar mug is made to look like a boot and is wrapped in a layer of leather, which is soft to the touch. The cup is black overall, and there is a gold chain and buckle along the leather boot, which at first glance looks like the little booties that girls often wear in winter.

The cup contains warm lemon tea, which really smells slightly sour, but when you taste it carefully, there is a hint of sweetness in the sour taste.

As for whether it was the breath of a girl's feet, Fred and George did not know.

The two of them looked into the cup with curiosity, and found that there was a thin thread on the edge of the teacup. After pulling the thin thread twice, he also pulled out a delicate small tea bag.

The first time he saw the tea bag, Fred understood what Mrs. Rostamer meant by "black or white".

The texture of this tea bag is black silk fabric, and it looks like it was made from stockings on a girl's feet - of course, not worn. Some people may be disappointed, but for the sake of quality control, the magician of Yuben was forced to make a concession and just make the shape of the tea bag very similar to stockings.

The fine stitching firmly wraps the tea leaves and seasonings in the black fabric, making them looming, and it is this faint hazy feeling, combined with the smell of the tea bag, that is the most attractive and heart-pounding part of this drink.

The wolf cub fished out the black silk tea bag from his cup with his paws, and after staring at the tea bag for a while, the wolf cub took it into his mouth and slowly sucked it.

The sweet and sour juice is squeezed out of the fabric and flows into the mouth of the wolf cub. The juice between the lips and teeth evoked memories of the wolf cub, and the friction of the silk fabric was even more stimulating, making it squint its eyes in satisfaction.

"How? What does it taste like? Fred and George looked at the wolf cub curiously, their eyes full of curiosity, "It's really ...... Are they advertised the same? ”

The wolf cub nodded, the smell almost identical to the smell of Hermione's little feet it had smelled, with the smell of the girl.

"Wow!" Fred and George's mouths opened wide in surprise, but the two quickly reacted, "How do you know ......?" ”

"Because I smelled it at Hermione's house before," Lovell's tail wagged inadvertently, and continued, "She also hid her shoes in the shoe closet, but how could a layer of wood stop the smell inside?" I don't know what she thinks, but it doesn't smell bad. ”

In the eyes of the wolf cub, there is no difference between hands and feet, it is nothing more than the forelimbs and hind limbs, and it is normal for the companions in the wolf pack to smell each other's bodies, which is completely the basic operation of the wolf clan.

Thinking of this, Lovell missed Hermione a little again. It suddenly remembered that Christmas seemed to be coming? The bad old man promised that he could go back to Granger's house for the holidays, and he shouldn't regret it, right?

"Well, I didn't expect Lovell to have a lot of experience." After hearing Lovell's answer, Fred looked at the teacup in his hand and expressed his inner feelings.

"Taste it!" Fred and George drank the lemon tea from their cups together, and then the two of them winked together.

"So that's what girls smell like? It doesn't seem to be anything special, and the Bibi flavored beans that don't smell like boogers are shocking. ”

After drinking the magic lemon tea, Fred and George get back to their smuggling business.

The two of them went to the bar and ordered a drink, during which cup after cup of lemon tea was sold, and the smell of lemon tea filled the bar with three brooms......

The wolf cub sat boredly on the chair and fiddled with the tea bag with his paws, his eyes glancing aimlessly around.

As it swept over a potted plant, Lovell straightened up his ears - he saw a small leather bag in the potted plant.

The wolf cub immediately jumped out of the chair and quickly took the little leather bag back and put it on the table.

Lovell's movements were so light that no one noticed it.

After doing all this, the wolf cub began to observe the leather pouch it had just "caught", and then it saw a small line of small writing at the mouth of the bundle:

[This item belongs to Professor Thomas Dimmit, may Merlin bless him]

Wolf Cub: That's a familiar name!

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The second is even more served!