Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"Do you like to drink too?"

Although I only met him once, and even though Harry gave him a big fight before, as a qualified social terrorist, Harry didn't have any embarrassment on his face, instead he greeted Arthur like an old friend.

"I just ordered wine and worry about no one chatting, let's have a drink or two together."

Not allowing Arthur to refuse more, Harry took his arm and sat on the chair opposite to him, and pushed a plate of snacks with wine over, sliced ​​cheese sticks and thumb biscuits went well with wine, crispy corn The thin slices also exude a strong cheese aroma.

"Then thank you."

Compared to being on the dueling arena, Arthur seemed to be a little introverted and nervous, as if the clown who was laughing madly on the stage was not the same as him. There was a big difference between him on and off the stage.

Harry was a little curious about this change, but only a little bit, because wizards, there are a lot of weird people, and there are people who can talk to the back of their heads.

"I heard you say that you are from Arkham? I don't know much about the wizarding world, can you tell me about it? I'm curious about the wizarding schools other than Hogwarts."

"It's a small place." Arthur pursed his lips and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Arkham was closed in the second year of my graduation because of poor management and lack of students, like this The magic school in the world has disappeared a lot now."

When mentioning his alma mater, Arthur didn't seem to be too touched, but simply lamented that things are right and people are wrong.

"However, the professor who taught you Transfiguration should be very powerful. You seem to be only twenty years old. You have this level in three years after graduation, which is much better than others."

"But you still lost, didn't you?"

Compared with when he was so wronged on stage that he was about to cry, Arthur seems to have let go of the past of failure now. After all, it is indeed a bit embarrassing to cry.

"However, it has been four years since I graduated, and I left school at the age of sixteen. It was not the professors in the school who really taught me Transfiguration. Maybe you don't know much about it. A small magic school like Arkham actually only teaches You have some spells used in daily life, my teacher gave me the enlightenment of transfiguration, but that is not good, because he is not very good at this magic."

"It should be life that really taught me Transfiguration."

Arthur gradually let go of his previous tension. After all, when talking about the things he is most familiar with, people can always talk, especially in front of someone who is better than you, tell him something he doesn't like. There is a subtle sense of accomplishment in knowing things.

"I work in a circus." Arthur smiled slightly, with a hint of caution in his smile, "It took me three years to learn how to be a clown and play this role well, but in the next year I But I found that... as a clown, I can't make people laugh."

"Probably because I don't have this talent. My jokes are very cold, so I can't make my audience laugh."

"So I was kicked out."

"But you still want to stand on the stage, right?" Harry chewed a cheese stick overflowing with milk. If Arthur had completely given up the role he had worked so hard to get for three years, then he probably wouldn't appear Here, in the arena of the duel.

"I want people to see me more, even if they don't see me because I can make them laugh, but that's not bad, right."

"I used to be not sure if I really existed, but now I am very sure." When he said this, Arthur seemed to have some fresh light in his eyes, "I have a disease, a kind of disease that only exists when I am sad. A disease that laughs out loud, a disease that only laughs out loud when you're happy."

"I can't cry, but I also want to thank you. If you didn't knock me out in the end, I would probably be considered a lunatic, but it's good to be a lunatic. At least that way, people will start to notice I."

Arthur took a deep look at Harry, wondering what was going on in his mind.

But soon, his vision was blocked, and a huge wine barrel floated in front of him, and the waiter with goblin blood patted the oak barrel inlaid with the sign of "Maiden's Fuge".

"Here comes your wine, sir, do you need some food to go with it?"

He handed him a menu, but Harry didn't even open it.

"Then get one first."

A small bag of heavy Galleon was handed over by Harry, and his fingers scratched lightly on the oak barrel, and then directly lifted the barrel's skull.

A strong fruity aroma wafted out, and a stream of water flew in from the goblet, sobering up the wine in a magical way, which was more suitable for a guy like Harry who drank from a bucket.

The waiter with gleaming eyes was a little more respectful due to the heavy touch in his hand. He raised his hand slightly to the side, and the music in the tavern became more cheerful, as if there was a vague fragrance Floating over, it was the fragrant powder smell from the dancing girl.

"Isn't this a serious tavern?"

Harry glanced teasingly at the waiter.

"But it's not impossible to be less serious."

"But I'm a decent person." Harry drank the light amber wine in the glass without any pretense. After seeing what is the most beautiful in the world, he completely dismissed these ordinary beauties.

"Excuse me, sir, the accompaniment meal you want will be here soon, and it's all the freshest ingredients, from"

"I don't want seafood in Japan. If you dare to serve a plate of octopus with more than twenty legs, I will dare to tear down your shop."

"How is it possible!" The voice of the waiter who seemed to be insulted raised his voice twice, "How could I use something that even a dog would not eat, to stain your eyes, your distinguished guest."

The waiter who quickly resigned hurriedly ran to the kitchen. Seeing the happy expression on his face, he probably wanted to supervise the chef properly by waving a small leather whip.

After a few glasses of wine, there was a sumptuous seafood feast. After a while, the dizzy Arthur and Harry talked about another side of the wizarding world that Harry had never seen.

It was the life of small characters and people. Compared with them, the students in the ivory tower of Hogwarts seemed to be living in a dream. After leaving the school, the most real side of the wizarding world would gradually surface.

And in this real world, what interests Harry the most is not the golden belt for murder and arson.

If there is a faster way than robbing banks to get money, it must be to rob the homes of drug lords. Although the latter is more dangerous than the former, the rewards will definitely be greater.

Harry wasn't very short of money these days, and there were still a few million in the Gringotts vault with nothing to spend.

But it wasn't gold that interested him at all, but there, in that lawless land of ferocity and cunning, there was a paradise where he could do whatever he wanted.

The duel competition was a bit too boring. At least so far, Harry failed to achieve his purpose of participating in the competition. His theoretical foundation was solid enough, but he lacked the experience to transform these theories into actual strength.

"Let's practice with you."

Harry drank the last glass of wine, there was not even half a drop of wine in the empty barrel, and Arthur, who had talked a lot with Harry, had already shrunk his shoulders and buried his head in the soft sofa chair .