Chapter 613 The Cunning Sarah
This Easter, Ms Rosmerta has added a new drink to the Three Broomsticks wine list. Its wine glass is made of chocolate eggshells, with various beautiful patterns drawn on it with colorful sugar liquid, which is so bright and intoxicating.
According to Ms. Rosmerta, she specially ordered this kind of egg wine glass from Honeydukes, but it took her a lot of time to design the pattern!
Right now, the fat young master of the Hohenheim family is eating eggshells with relish, and it seems that Ms. Rosmerta's new idea is quite to his liking.
However, compared to this big fat brother, little Sarah seems to feel a little boring. Although Maca also ordered a chocolate egg filled with fruit juice for her, she didn't even touch it. She just tilted her head and stared at the steamy window for a moment, looking vaguely at the scene outside the window. world.
Oh, uh...don't worry, the fat young master saw that Maca seemed to care about his younger sister, so he couldn't help whispering in his ear, She can take care of herself, it's fine.
Upon hearing this, Maca smiled and shrugged.
Of course he knew that the little girl of the Hohenheim family was obviously an unusual child, and through those few contacts in France, he had learned a little bit about it.
So on the contrary, not only has he never worried about this smart little girl, but he has always treated her on an equal footing with himself. What he wanted was to try to communicate well with the other party, to see if he could get such a young genius with full potential for Hogwarts.
It's a pity that since the first two meetings, this little girl has been wary of him, and until now she still releases a vague sense of rejection anytime, anywhere.
But no matter what, the brothers and sisters are here, so naturally they won't leave in a hurry. There is still plenty of time left for him to recruit, so there is no need to be in a hurry right now.
However, just when Maca was going to put these little thoughts aside for the time being and enjoy a relaxed and lively holiday morning, Slughorn, who was sitting on the other side, came over suddenly.
Oh, Professor Slughorn, Maca quickly pushed the drunken old man away, so that his old face could be further away from him, Even if you have nothing to do all day today, you should Control the amount of alcohol you drink? If Professor McGonagall bumps into you when you go back later, she will have to deduct your salary—”
Hi... I'm happy today... Slughorn shook his head, and hiccupped suddenly. It seemed that he had completely entered some kind of drunk mode, McLean, you know... Coming back to Hogwarts to be a professor again is not for the little salary. Um... hiccup, to be honest... I like those children, looking at their energetic appearance, I feel like Then I got a lot younger...
Yes, and you prefer outstanding children, don't you? Maka dealt with him casually, while pushing his face that was trying to get closer again, Oh... Ms. Rosmerta, trouble Give him some more lemon slices, I think it will help him get rid of the booze.
Oh——no problem, wait a minute. Rosmerta at the bar skillfully waved his wand, sliced several iced lemons into thin slices in the air, and then gently threw them into Slug In the eggshell wine glass in front of Horn, Yes, Mr. Slughorn did drink a little too much today...
She said it with a smile, but Maca shook her head helplessly—isn't it because she invited other guests to come over to toast? Among the people present, she was the least qualified to say this.
But I have to say, this woman really knows how to do business!
Hagrid, who was seated next to him, was obviously much better than Slughorn. Although he didn't speak much all the time, he drank several times more wine than others, but until now there was only a slight blush on his cheeks. On his dark and rough face, the slightest bit of blush can hardly be seen.
In this way, after another short while, Slughorn's rambling voice finally disappeared. Maca turned his head to take a look, and found that the bald old man had fallen asleep lying on the bar counter.
It's just that Slughorn wasn't the only one who got drunk here today. Maca was still looking at the short and fat old man on the right, but unexpectedly there was a dull plop sound on the left - the fat young master of the Hohenheim family fell down without saying a word.
Hey, what's going on? Maca asked in surprise, I don't remember, he hasn't drunk much yet?
This new wine is actually quite strong, Ms. Rosmerta inside explained with a smile, Mr. McLean, would you like to try some?
Ma'am, please spare me! Macadam even waved his hand, I have something to do in the afternoon! If I drink now, I will probably have to spend the whole afternoon in bed!
Ms. Rosmerta spread her hands indifferently, but her actions were full of the charm of a mature woman as always. Didn't you see that several guests were almost looking straight?
But she is obviously used to this kind of focus, and she still wipes the glass goblet in her hand calmly, unhurriedly and calmly.
Little girl, is the mixed juice I recommended not suitable for your taste? I don't think you drink much? Her eyes swept across the bar, and then she naturally looked at the little Sarah on the fat man's left. .
As she opened her mouth to talk to little Sarah, Maca also sent her gaze over. Since the little girl was always vigilant when facing him, it might be much better to let a woman with a high affinity like Ms. Rosmerta go.
But this time, Maca seemed to guess wrong again. In other words, his guess was actually right, and the problem lies in one point—is the effect a little too good?
Ma'am, this juice is delicious, thank you for your recommendation. If there is a chance next time, Sarah and her brother will definitely come here again.
After hearing Rosmerta's question, she immediately turned her head and exchanged a few polite words with Rosmerta. As for the lovely smile that appeared on her face, compared with the indifference when she faced Maca, there was really a difference between heaven and earth.
Miss Hohenheim, isn't your attitude towards Ms. Rosmerta a little too good? Maca spread her hands towards little Sarah, and said with a light smile casually, Talking about the time I've known you, I'm older than her, why don't you see your enthusiasm when you talk to me?
But before little Sarah could answer, Ms. Rosmerta spoke first.
Oh, oh, Mr. McLean, are you jealous of others? She leaned on the bar and smiled softly at Maca, Don't blame people for not reminding you, this lady is still young What! It’s too late to wait a few more years!”
Upon hearing this, Maca immediately waved her hand and gave her a kind of supercilious look.
Dear Ms. Rosmerta, since you still know that she is young, you should say this more softly. He curled his lips and said, Look, the way she looks at me now is a little bit It's so annoying!
In fact, what Rosmerta said was meant to be a joke. No matter how you look at it, little Sarah looks about ten years old. At this age, the elders will make some harmless little jokes to tease the children, and this is even more common in bars.
But Maca knew that with little Sarah's intelligence far ahead of her peers, this kind of joke might really be a bit inappropriate.
Master Hohenheim? He thought for a while, then reached out and patted the fat man beside him, Hey, it's time to get up! If you don't get up again, you won't have lunch in a while!
It was very difficult to wake up the fat young master. Regarding this point, the Mr. Ghost who had been by the side had already mentioned it long ago. But in the slightly awkward atmosphere right now, it is quite necessary to wake up this big fat man.
But unexpectedly, before Maca could yell out a few more times, Sarah on the other side of the fat man suddenly spoke up.
Mr. McLean, it's not impossible to make Sarah treat you better? She turned her head, looked over her fat brother's meaty back, looked at Maca, and said, Sarah likes you. Listen to the story, it would be great if sir could tell Sarah an interesting story...
When she said this, she still had a sweet smile on her face, but Maca saw a hint of cunning in that smile. Although I don't know what kind of idea she came up with, but since she can take the initiative to talk to herself, it means that she probably already figured out why she would befriend her intentionally or unintentionally.
Tell a story? Maca nodded indifferently, Of course it's okay, um... Let me think about it, then tell me something about...
Please wait a moment. Sarah shook her head lightly, the innocent smile on her face remained unchanged, but the shrewd light flashed in her eyes, I heard from my father that Mr. McLean is very knowledgeable. He will quote a lot of allusions that others don't know. Sarah is still young and can't read papers that are all written in words... But since my father said that, Sarah thinks that Mr. must know many stories that others don't know?
She put a big hat on Maka first, then paused for a while, then said leisurely with her big eyes blinking: There is a story Sarah has wanted to hear for a long time, but everyone can't explain it clearly... Mr. McLean, I think you must know, can you tell Sarah?
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