My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The Gamp Aged Social Wine Challenge is still in full swing!"

Martha let go of Nelson's hand, and with his encouragement, walked into the wooden door that was squeaking non-stop, just like Alice who fell into the rabbit hole, full of anxiety.

Everything in the bar was no different from what she had seen - the sloppy old tables and chairs, suspicious stains, a brutish man holding a glass of wine, a lonely drinker who was sadly drunk alone... Even the smell of alcohol in the air and The customers' off-beat wine orders also made her feel very familiar.

"Today we have a good drink, and tomorrow anyone may fall asleep without waking up..."

There was a singing with a strong accent in his ears, and Martha looked in the direction of the singing. In a corner of the bar, a few unshaven middle-aged men were holding wine glasses bigger than their heads, filled with the cheapest and roughest wine glasses. The light lager, even if the wine in the glass is not enough to intoxicate, but they are already intoxicated by the alcohol, Martha is a little at a loss, in her imagination, no matter how tattered the wizard's world looks from the outside, the inside. It should also be splendid, it should be adorned with a huge dragon head, and the torches carved out of century-old oak should burn with ever-bright fires lit with whale fat, and the wizards should sit cross-legged under the star map, in front of them. The cauldron is filled with intoxicating smoke. They should analyze the stars, predict the future, and study magic... Masha can't be said to be disappointed, but just looking at such a mundane, even mundane to a bit fragmented scene, her heart is filled with joy. Some kind of sense of emptiness.

The noisy conversation in the store froze for a moment because of Masha's arrival. The drinkers looked in the direction of Masha in unison. After noticing that she was just a girl who looked delicate and weak, they suddenly lost their minds. After becoming interested, he returned to the more tempting wine table.

"It came in through this door."

"I thought the Ministry of Magic had built a wall outside the Charing Cross door."

There was a lot of discussion among the drinkers, as if they were used to going through the other door.

"...If I leave the table one day, my good brother will spill the wine into the soil for me!"

The singing sounded again, and Martha turned her head blankly. The wooden door was closed behind her. Nelson and Tom did not follow up immediately. The wizards in front of them didn't look like the three who broke into the store a few days ago. The villain, Martha gathered up her courage and walked into the store.

"Gump Aged Social Wine Challenge, do you want to participate?" The young bartender saw the raw face at the door, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and ran towards Martha with both hands carrying an oak barrel with a faucet. While running, he said hurriedly, "The 250-year-old wine is guaranteed to never be forgotten for the rest of your life after you drink it!"

He vigorously promoted the signboard of the Leaky Cauldron, warned the happy drinkers around him with his eyes, put the oak barrel in his hand on the table, and said enthusiastically, "You just came to England, right? If you have come to England and have not drunk the wine blessed by the goddess of alcohol, then you have come for nothing, and let me tell you a secret."

The young bartender winked and said in a low voice, "As long as you can drink a pint, you can get a hundred Galleons."

Martha was a little confused and a little nervous. She could be considered someone who had grown up in a big city, but she had never seen such a salesman who was chasing after her. She couldn't help but step back, but she was quickly picked up. The bartender who was chasing after the wine stopped him. He blinked and looked at Martha with the most sincere eyes he could. "Have a drink!"

As the bartender approached, the eyes of the drinkers around refocused on Martha. Martha had also been to such an American tavern, where the drunk American men always looked at her with a disgusting look, but She didn't feel the aggression in the eyes of these people, but they were all very happy, like participating in a scary Halloween game.

Martha and the bartender looked at each other for a moment, and looked at the drinkers around them with help-seeking eyes. When they met Martha's eyes, they all smiled.

"This is a British specialty!" In the corner of the tavern, a hand holding a glass rose up on the round table that had stopped singing, "A good thing that every Englishman can only drink once in his life... Tom, give me another drink. "

Hearing Tom's name, Martha was stunned, but when she saw the back of the bartender putting down his glass and trotting away, she realized that the young bartender was also called Tom, and this busy and unconcerned appearance reminded her of I am still working as an apprentice in the United States.

"He's right," a gentle female voice sounded beside Martha, she was startled, turned her head to look at the empty table beside her, and saw that the pile of old rags suddenly straightened up, revealing the bottom The drunk old witch, the thing that looked like a rag turned out to be the clothes she put on her body, Masha, as a tailor, suddenly felt uncomfortable, the witch didn't notice her expression, and continued to say slowly, "This wine is indeed two More than 150 young brewers. At that time, due to the implementation of the secrecy law, the Leaky Cauldron Bar was about to be closed. Fortunately, Ukri Gamp secured this store, so that we have a place where we can buy drunk. The bar owner at the time brewed a few barrels of this wine, and that's all that's left now, and even after all these years, my tongue has been soaked in alcohol, and I can still remember the taste."

The attitude of the old witch was very different from her appearance. Martha even thought that a gentle sister was hiding behind the stool and talking to her. She looked at the wine glass that Tom the bartender had left on the table, and stretched out her hand nervously. .

"Gu dong..." The old witch swallowed hard, looked at Martha's hand reaching for the wine glass, and let out a suppressed laughter like gravel.

"Drink it, drink it, little girl," the drinkers laughed kindly. "It's a hundred Galleons."

"It's a British welcome."

Martha looked at the wine glass in front of her, smelled the wine and felt like she was going to be drunk. For some reason, as if under the influence of some magic, she suddenly felt that she should drink a little wine too - the lonely wandering America Yi, as a seamstress, the grievances of being distrusted by British customers, the turmoil she encountered in France, and the helplessness of facing a crisis even when she returned to her own shop came to her mind at the same time. In front of her eyes, there were people who didn't come in outside the shop. My friend, standing among the wizards, didn't feel much loneliness. Martha's heart sank. With the greetings of her wide eyes, she picked up the wine glass and poured it into her mouth.

"You can use this hundred gallons to hire a hundred people to slap Tom each," the witch behind him said quietly, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter, "If you don't get the bonus, I'm also very happy. Willing to help you with this, no money."

Gu Yi </span> "I'm happy too, hahaha!"

There was laughter one after another in the bar, converging into a jubilant ocean filled with wine, and even the sound of the door slamming open was drowned out.

Nelson hurried in through the door, exclaiming, "By the way, Martha, don't try that—"

He swallowed the second half of the words into his stomach, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Martha holding a wine glass standing in front of him with a "ton ton ton" appearance.

The moment the wine fell into her mouth, Martha felt a complex taste that she had never tasted in her life. A piece of fine bubbles exploded on the tip of her tongue, and each bubble was hidden for 250 years. The old but simple air told different stories. She felt a strange taste different from any fine wine. It seemed that the magic power had become more wonderful and dreamy after hundreds of years of fermentation, and she had seen it. Any wine is different. The flavors contained in this glass of wine are so complex that the organs that perceive the sense of taste are shut down, and even the brain will give up thinking about it. Sometimes she can taste the mellow aroma of fermented tropical fruits, but sometimes she can taste it as if gnawing. The table is generally dry and tasteless, and sometimes you can even taste the scorched leftovers when eating the rare barbecue at the West City Orphanage. At the limit, there is only a bitter and astringent, sour and sweet conflict in the mouth, as if the brewer had too complicated emotions when they made it in the first place, and wanted to stuff them all into this glass of wine.

It was so unpleasant that Masha wanted to give up, but on the one hand she poured it so fast that she almost swallowed it all, on the other hand, she was really reluctant to give up this kind of drink that was so different from her life in the past ten years. In a different experience, she even felt that she was tasting a cup of "magic", or even tasting an era, but the bitterness in her mouth kept reminding her that this was an aged wine, or a particularly unpleasant one. The oxidative flavor adds a moment of heaviness to this cup of Gamp aged social wine. This kind of deterioration will only make the originally sweet wine bitter on weekdays, but it is difficult to swallow such a glass. For wine, it can be used as the most normal flavor to balance its overly complex flavor.

"Welcome to England, miss."

The bartender Tom did not know when he appeared in the bar. He opened the drawer of the cash register, grabbed a handful of golden Galleons, and poured them into a huge wide-mouthed empty wine bottle. These were new or old. Even the layout is different. Garen collided with the glass bottle wall, collided with each other, and made a sound like rain. There was an undisguised surprise in his eyes, but it was more of a surprise. He shook his head, Sighing: "I must be crazy, this **** wine is actually drinkable, Merlin's pants... Merlin may not be able to drink such a glass of wine."

Martha didn't understand what it meant to the people in the bar that she had a glass of wine. Her ears were drowned out by the sound of bubbles popping, and she didn't hear the thunderous screams around her. Martha was still immersed in it. Among the complex flavors that are still bursting in the mouth, the flavor of this glass of wine is still stimulating the drinker's perception even if it enters the stomach. She never thought that the first time she really saw magic was in this situation. .

The guests of the Leaky Cauldron are not like the audience watching the opera in the grand theater. They don't do the graceful gestures of applauding. For a time, screaming, cheering, whistling and even whimpering and barking with no meaning are almost broken. The top of the Cauldron was about to come off, the wooden door creaked, and Tom walked in after Nelson, almost deafened by the movement.

"What happened?" He covered his ears, looked at Nelson, and after realizing that Nelson couldn't hear him, Tom shouted, "what happened—what happened?!"

"Martha drank that glass of wine."

A small silver ball drilled out of Nelson's pocket, which quickly melted into a pool of silver liquid under the control of the wand, and formed a line of words in the air.

"Which wine?!"

Nelson stopped typing, the molten iron floating in the air condensed into a shiny arrow, pointing to the oak barrel behind Martha, on which "Gump Aged Social Wine" was written impressively.

Tom suddenly widened his eyes. Unlike Nelson, who had only read about this stuff in books, he had seen with his own eyes a foreigner who was tricked into taking a sip and almost spit out his stomach. He couldn't help but feel angry. His eyes turned to Tom the bartender, but the bartender in front of the bar looked more excited than anyone, holding up the galleon full of gallons and jumping around the wine table like a baboon, but was knocked over The customers who took the wine bottle were not angry. Instead, they reveled together. Seeing this scene, Tom had an almost impossible guess in his heart. He slowly turned his head to look at Ma. Sha, the wine glass is empty, and Martha's face is as usual despite the stormy waves in her heart.

At first, she also thought that this glass of wine was too unreasonable to drink, but after tasting it, she felt that it was the most different drink in prison she had ever drunk in her life. Martha slowly turned her head and looked at Nelson behind her. , showing a happy smile.

"Is this magic?"

Nelson could only see the mouth shape and couldn't hear her voice at all, but he understood what Martha meant, nodded with a smile, and also mouth shape and said, "Welcome to the real London, Martha."

The bartender Tom held the magnum in his hand, which contained obviously more than a hundred Galleons. He held the wine bottle high with both hands, and jumped off the table in the middle of the bar. In the middle, he slipped on his knees and rushed towards Martha, stuffing the wine bottle in his hand into Martha's arms.

"Two hundred and fifty years!" he yelled. Tom, who grew up in a bar, saw with his own eyes one customer who challenged it fell in the first bite, and was repeatedly laughed at "The ancestors made a bucket of urine. ", he was extremely relieved, and shouted, "You bunch of **** without alcohol!"

"Haha, we are rubbish!"

No one knew whether Martha who drank this glass of wine was a wizard or a Muggle, and they didn't care. In the commotion, Martha was dazedly surrounded by heroes like a hero and raised the bottle full of Galleons.

"Crack-"

The flash came on, and the furloughed "Daily Prophet" reporter blinked his drunken eyes, shook the camera in his hand, and smiled at Tom the bartender, "Which 250-year-old advertisement can be taken down."

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