Chapter 614

This Easter, Ms. Rosetta added a new wine to the wine list of the Three Broomsticks bar. Its wine glass is made of chocolate eggshell, which is painted with colorful sugar liquid with various beautiful patterns, which is intoxicating.

According to Ms. rosemotta, this kind of egg wine cup was specially ordered by the Duke of honey, but it took her a lot of time to design the pattern!

At present, the fat young master of the hornheim family is eating with relish with an eggshell. It seems that Ms. Rosmerta's new idea suits him very much.

However, compared with this fat brother, little Sarah seems to feel a little boring. Although Marca also ordered her a chocolate egg full of juice, she didn't even touch it. She just looked at the window full of water vapor and looked at the world out of the window.

"Oh, er... Don't worry," the fat young master whispered in his ear when he saw that Maka seemed to care about her sister. "She can take care of herself. It's okay."

Maka smiled and shrugged.

Of course, he knew that the little hornheim girl was obviously an unusual child. Through his contacts in France, he learned something.

So on the contrary, he never worried about the smart little girl, but always put her in the same position as himself. What he wants is to try to communicate with each other and see if he can win such a potential genius for Hogwarts.

Unfortunately, since the first two meetings, the little girl has been vigilant towards him, and up to now, she still releases a sense of rejection anytime, anywhere.

But in any case, the brothers and sisters came, and naturally they wouldn't rush away. There's plenty of time left for him to "solicit", so there's no need to rush for a while now.

However, when Maka was going to put this little thought aside and enjoy a relaxed and lively holiday morning, Slughorn sitting on the other side suddenly came together.

"Oh, Professor Slughorn," Marca hurriedly pushed the drunken old man away so that his old face could be farther away from himself. "Even if there's nothing wrong all day today, you should control the amount of alcohol you drink? If Professor McGonagall bumps into you later, she'll have to deduct your salary -"

"Burp... Happy today..." Slughorn shook his head and gave a cold hiccup. It seems that he has completely entered some kind of drunkard mode, "McLean, you know... I came back to Hogwarts to be a professor again. I didn't come for that salary. Well... Burp, seriously... I like those children. Looking at their energetic appearance, I seem to be much younger myself..."

"Yes, and you prefer good children, don't you?" Marca dealt with him casually, pushing his face further away. "Oh... Ms. Rosmerta, please give him more lemon slices. I think it can help him taste the wine."

"Oh - no problem, wait a minute." Rosmerta at the bar skillfully waved his wand, sliced several iced lemons in the air, and then gently threw them into the eggshell glass in front of Slughorn. "Yes, Mr. Slughorn did drink a little too much today..."

She said with a smile, but Maka shook her head reluctantly - isn't it because she asked other guests to come and propose a toast? Among the people present, she was the least qualified to say this.

But I have to say that this woman can really do business!

Hagrid on the next seat is obviously much better than Slughorn. Although he hasn't spoken much, he can drink several times more wine than others, but up to now, he just has a slight blush on his cheek. On his dark and rough face, the slightest blush can be said to be almost invisible.

So, after a while, the nagging voice of Slughorn finally disappeared. Maka turned her head and found that the bald old man had fallen asleep on the bar.

However, Slughorn was not the only one who got drunk here today. Marca was still looking at the pudgy old man on the right, but suddenly there was a dull "plop" on the left - the fat young master of the hornheim family fell down without saying a word.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Marca said in surprise. "How can I remember that he hasn't drunk much?"

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

"Madam, you'd better forgive me!" makadang even waved his hand. "I'll have something else to do in the afternoon! If I drink now, I'll probably have to spend the afternoon in bed!"

Ms. rosemotta spread her hands indifferently. Her actions are as full of the charm of mature women as ever. Don't you see that several guests are looking straight?

But she was obviously used to this kind of focus, and still wiped the glass goblet in her hand calmly.

"This little girl, is the mixed juice recommended by me tasteless? I don't think you drink much?" her eyes swept in front of the bar, and then naturally looked at little Sarah on the fat man's left.

As she opened her mouth to talk to little Sarah, Marca also sent her eyes. Since the little girl has always been vigilant in the face of him, the effect may be much better if a woman with such high affinity as MS. Rosmerta goes.

But this time, Maka seems to have guessed wrong again. In other words, his guess is actually correct. The problem is that the effect is a little too good?

"Madam, this juice is delicious. Thank you for your recommendation. Sarah and her brother will come here again if they have a chance next time."

After hearing Rosetta's question, she immediately turned her head and greeted Rosetta quite politely. As for the lovely smile on her face, it is really the difference between heaven and earth.

"Miss hornheim, your attitude towards Ms. Rosetta is a little too good?" Marca spread her hand to little Sarah and smiled casually. "I've known you longer than her. Why don't you talk to me so warmly?"

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

"Oh, oh, Mr. McLean, are you eating other people's vinegar?" she leaned against the bar and whispered to Marca. "Don't blame people for not reminding you that this young lady is still young! It's too late to wait a few years!"

When Maka heard the speech, she immediately waved her hand and gave her a small white eye.

"Dear Ms. Rosmerta, since you know she's young, you should keep her voice a little less," he said, glancing. "Look, she looks at me a little prickly now!"

In fact, Rosetta's remarks were meant to be joking. Little Sarah looks like she is about ten years old. At this age, elders will play some harmless jokes to tease children, which is more common in bars.

But Maka knows that with little Sarah's intelligence far beyond her peers, this kind of joke may be really inappropriate.

"Master hornheim?" he thought, then reached out and patted the fat man around him. "Hey, it's time to get up! If you don't get up, you won't have to eat lunch in a while!"

It's very difficult to wake up the fat young master. Mr. ghost, who has been following him, has already mentioned this point. But in this slightly awkward atmosphere, it is quite necessary to call the fat man up.

But unexpectedly, before Maka could shout more, Sarah on the other side of the fat man suddenly took the initiative to speak.

"Mr. McLean, it's not impossible for Sarah to have a better attitude towards you?" she turned her head, crossed her fat brother's back like a mountain of meat and looked at Marka. "Sarah likes to listen to stories. If you could tell Sarah an interesting story..."

When she said this, she still had a sweet smile on her face, but Maka saw a trace of cunning in that smile. Although I don't know what ghost idea she came up with, since she can take the initiative to talk to herself, it shows that she probably has figured out why she approached her intentionally or unintentionally.

"Tell a story?" Maka nodded indifferently. "Of course, that's no problem, um... Let me think, let's tell a story about..."

"Please wait a minute." Sarah gently shook her head, her innocent smile unchanged, but her eyes flashed with shrewd brilliance, "I heard from my father that Mr. McLean is knowledgeable and often quotes many allusions that others don't know in his papers. Sarah is still young and can't understand those papers full of words... But since her father said that, Sarah thinks Mr. McLean must know many stories that others don't know?"

She first put on a big hat for Marca, and then paused. Then she blinked and said, "there's a story Sarah wants to hear for a long time, but everyone can't tell clearly... Mr. McLean, I think you must know. Can you tell it to Sarah?"