His "generosity" was greeted by Harry's silence and sharp, indifferent eyes. This made him understand that just two layers could not be passed.

Ludo looked at Harry with pain, "That's quite a lot. ”

"I'm not interested in any of that." Harry replied, "I don't even know what the third project is, how can I guarantee it. ”

As he spoke, he paused slightly, and looked over meaningfully: "You are in such a hurry. You want to pull me into the water, do you plan to let me bear part of the game if I lose the game? ”

Ludo laughed awkwardly and dryly, "How could I possibly do this!" ”

Harry didn't speak, neither did George and Fred, and Hermione sighed and stopped.

How could this person have such a wrong perception of himself.

"Harry, you're really not going to try?" Ludo was a little unrelenting, and continued to ask.

This time, Harry simply shook his head and refused.

While it did seem like a lot of money, Harry didn't want to have much to do with a gambling dog, especially if he could do anything for money.

Ludo frowned.

For him, there is nothing more worrying than this.

"Then Harry, will you?" Ludo hesitated and stopped.

Harry interrupted him, "Don't worry, I won't be so indecisive. ”

Ludo nodded, thoughtful.

When Gareon counted, Ludo jingled and left.

George and Fred wield the bag containing Garon like a meteor hammer.

"Let's go to Hogsmeade!"

"I've wanted to try Ms. Rosmerta for a long time!"

George immediately stopped and looked at his younger brother with a complicated expression: "No, no, she is very old, even her father will not accept it, let alone her mother." ”

"Lady Rosmerta", as they call her, is the owner of "Three Broomsticks", the best tavern in Hogsmeade, a very charismatic lady.

She wasn't as good-looking, not as good as Hermione.

Even among ordinary people, it is not excellent.

But she is very attractive, both in personality and figure.

A mature, wealthy woman who is the dream girl of many Hogwarts fifth, sixth, and seventh year wizards.

Sometimes, when the seniors had drunk too much, men and women would get together and discuss how they could catch up on Ms. Rosmerta and make themselves the man of the three broomsticks.

Fred shook his head in horror before he realized what he had said, and he opened his mouth to explain, "No, I didn't mean that, Lady Rosmerta is very attractive, but how could I."

George became more frightened than Fred: "No, that's even more unlikely, Miss Rosmerta is a serious person. ”

"I mean Dragon's Blood Whiskey!" Fred's ears were red with anger, and his voice was super loud, "A bottle of dragon's blood whiskey for a galleon!" ”

George was suspicious: "Really? ”

"Is there anything else you can think of?" Fred bared his teeth and launched a money offensive and threw it at George.

Not to be outdone, George fights and pulls Hermione to meet Ron at the door of the three broomsticks, who has been informed by Harry's Patronus.

As soon as you enter the tavern.

Mr. Weasley boldly discharged two gold Galleons: "Miss Rosmerta, two bottles of dragon's blood whiskey." ”

Dragon's blood has twelve uses, and does not include alcoholic beverages.

It's just the product of a bunch of drunkards entertaining themselves.

As one of the most famous whiskies in the wizarding world, it is dangerous, especially pure dragon's blood whiskey.

Ms. Rosmerta digs out two bottles from the cellar.

He took out five thumb-sized wine cups, glanced at Harry, and hesitantly replaced one of them with a regular-sized glass.

One more look at Hermione and Ron, and withdrew the two glasses.

The liquor was extremely viscous, with a snot-like texture, and the smell of alcohol and blood gushed out in a surging outpouring of blood, choking Hermione's eyes and tears rolling out immediately.

George and Fred also looked a little ugly.

Oops, a bit rushed!

Harry's face remained unchanged as he shook his glass and took a sip.

The scorching breath sliced open the throat and slashed down the esophagus, almost burning the body.

There was a twinkle in his eyes.

I won't scold the wizard's wine for not being tasteful enough in the future, just in terms of taste and stimulation to the body, it is not much worse than the white seagull.

Harry blushed!

George and Fred's faces turned greener.

They all knew very well that Harry was a very good drinker, a bottle of vodka and whiskey, after blowing, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and the whole little wizard of the lion courtyard could almost drink Harry to this extent.

But now it's only a bite.

"Don't you drink?" Lady Rosmerta looked at their hesitant expressions and quipped, "Of course, it's okay not to drink it, after all, this is dragon's blood whiskey." ”

"Not even the most mature man would order it, let alone you two little wizards."

George and Fred were about to step down the slope when they raised their hands and made a gesture to push the wine to Harry.

Miss Rosmerta sighed and looked at Harry, "It's a pity, Harry is too small, and"

She didn't speak, just smiled at Hermione.

"If only I could meet a man who can drink dragon's blood whiskey in the future."

She hunched over the bar, her chin in her hands.

Hermione's eyes were a little straight.

George and Fred looked at each other, they took a deep breath, and saw that each other's eyes were plucked up with courage, and Mrs. Rosmerta had said that this wine would not be drunk without it.

Take a sip and take a suffocation.

The sky was dizzy, the world was in their eyes, and suddenly they put on their clothes.

After a while, the two of them began to talk nonsense, why when we finished the Weasley brothers joke workshop, we would marry Mrs. Rosmerta back to be Jordan Lee's wife.

The relationship was so messy that Hermione and Mrs. Rosmerta didn't count it out when they crossed their fingers.

Harry was about to take money out of George's pocket and take them away, at least not outside the Gryffindor common room.

Hagrid pushed the door open and walked in.

His face was full of frustration, and he didn't look up at the people in the tavern, but walked to a corner with his head down, waving half-dead to the counter.

Mrs. Rosmerta waved her wand, and a case of wine that had been prepared flew towards Hagrid.

Harry glanced at it hurriedly, and it was all high concentration of spirits.

"What's the matter with Professor Hagrid?" Harry let go, leaving George and Fred behind, and they both giggled and arched forward like caterpillars.

"I don't know." "He's been here since Christmas, almost two or three times a week, and every day during the holidays. ”

"While that's a good thing for me, Professor Hagrid is now the biggest customer of the three broomsticks."

"It's only been two months, and he's spent more than a hundred Galleons on me."

The cost of three broomsticks is not high, after all, the little wizards of Hogwarts are also an important customer of this store.

Even if you come every day, you may not be able to spend a hundred Galleons on three brooms in a year.

"But I'm really worried about him, although he is very strong, but if he goes on like this, something will happen sooner or later." Rosmerta frowned, his tone genuine, not the kind of fake intentions aimed at the guests.

Hermione tugged at Harry's sleeve.

"I heard it was because of feelings?" Rosmerta lowered her voice, "Have you heard of it?" ”

"It seems to be pursuing Ms. Maxim"

Ron responded, "Of course we know, or rather, there is hardly anyone at Hogwarts who doesn't know the news right now. ”

"How could he have thought of pursuing Ms. Maxim, it was the headmaster of Beauxbatons." Miss Rosmerta sighed again, "That kind of woman."

Harry interrupted, "Miss Maxim is just a mediocre headmaster. ”

Rosmerta looked at him in amazement.

As the headmaster of one of the three best magic schools in all of Europe, how can he be crowned with the word "mediocre".

But think about it.

With Harry's current grades and performances, it's not too much to describe Ms. Maxim in such a word.

"Hagrid is more than enough to match her." Harry's tone was solemn, "Hagrid may seem a little clumsy, and even easily incompetent. ”

"But he's the best master of magical creatures in the wizarding world right now."

Harry paused and added two words: "One." ”

Mrs. Rosmerta was even more surprised.

How could Hagrid get such a high rating from Harry?

Harry got up, dropped two Galleons, paid Hagrid's drink, and walked over to him.

He hadn't drunk much, and his head was still clear: "Harry, when did you come?" ”

"A little earlier than you." Harry sat down.

Hagrid waved his hand: "Sorry, I didn't see it, then you are now"

"Isn't it welcome to drink with you?" Harry picked up a bottle of wine, and with a blow of his wand, the cork flew out.

Hagrid glanced at it with some envy and nodded, "Of course, I'm welcome." ”

Harry stopped talking, but drank with him in silence.

A witcher, a half-blood giant.

Alcohol is hardly too bothersome for them.

One case was quickly drunk.

Rosmerta hurriedly picked out the strongest batch of the remaining liquor and sent it, frowning and waving his wand, using food magic, to speed up the brewing of the spirit.

I also asked Ron for help to send a letter, there are not many ingredients for brewing in the tavern - magic can't conjure food out of thin air, and food magic only speeds up the crafting process.

Accompanied by someone, Hagrid drank more.

It wasn't until it got dark that he finally got drunk and lay unconscious on the table.

Harry, who was also a little drunk, waved his wand and floated Hagrid away, adding three more Galleons.

"Mr. Potter, are you alright?" Mrs. Rosmerta's face was a little pale, on the one hand, tired from casting spells without stopping, and on the other hand, frightened by them.

She had never seen such two fierce people.

Three cases of spirits!

Normal people can't drink so much water!

Harry shook his head, "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

He pulled a bottle of potion out of his hat, and as he drank it, the drunkenness slowly subsided.

The next day, after Hagrid had sobered up, Harry continued to drink with him.

Until Sunday night.

After three days of hangovers, Hagrid burst into tears.

(End of chapter)