Chapter 220 College Lady Style
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
In such a hot summer, there is no unhappiness that cannot be solved by a bottle of cold beer. If so, then two bottles.
"Two bottles of cold butterbeer, Tom!" Mr. Weasley led Mr. Granger into the Leaky Cauldron.
Old Tom greeted the two of them with a smile, and took out two bottles of frosty butterbeer from under the counter.
Mr. Weasley reached into his pocket and his expression changed slightly.
As a family-oriented husband, he had just given all the money he had withdrawn from Gringotts to Mrs. Weasley, so much so that now he couldn't even get four Sickles of beer money.
"Good afternoon, Old Tom. Get us three bottles of butterbeer, too, and pay them together."
Just when Mr. Weasley blushed and was about to discuss the credit with Old Tom, a voice came from his side.
He followed the sound and saw that it was Glenn who had just walked through the door.
Glenn took out a Galleons from the jingling money bag and placed it gently on the counter.
"How can we ask you to pay for us, Glenn?" Mr. Weasley's embarrassment eased slightly, but he was still a little embarrassed, "I will see Molly later..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Glenn.
"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley! I have the highest discount at the Leaky Cauldron, right?" He said, looking at Old Tom with a smile.
"of course."
Old Tom nodded matter-of-factly, swept the gold coins from the counter into the money drawer, and then lowered his head and picked up three bottles of ice-cold butterbeer.
Mr. Weasley, who had no money at all, accepted Glenn's generosity with some embarrassment.
This result is obviously much better than asking him to negotiate a credit account.
After all, Glenn was no ordinary underage wizard.Anyone who has seen the Ollivander family treasury with their own eyes knows that this kid is a super rich man.
Everyone held wine bottles and chose a round table to sit down and chat while drinking.
Ron took a long drink and let out a long belch.
“I didn’t expect ice-cold butterbeer to be so good, even better than room temperature!”
Upon hearing his words, Mr. Weasley was stunned and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Besides today, when have you ever had butterbeer, Ron?"
Ron's eyes froze, and then he realized that he had accidentally said something.Their little Christmas party at Hogwarts did not have their parents' approval or permission.
He had an idea and decisively threw the blame away: "It's Percy! He brought it back when he went to Hogsmeade! Right, Harry?"
Harry hesitated and nodded.
"Hogsmeade? What is that place?" Mr. Granger asked curiously.
After drinking a glass of ice-cold butterbeer, the strangeness between him and everyone disappeared a lot, and he was no longer as at a loss as before.
Although Mr. Weasley didn't believe Ron's words, he let him go for the time being and explained Hogsmeade to Mr. Granger.
"Hogsmeade is the only wizarding village in the UK, not far from Hogwarts. Students in third grade and above can travel there on weekends, which is very interesting."
He seemed to be remembering the good times during school, with a smile on his face.
At that time, he was not as strapped as he is now.
The few of them chatted for a while and drank all the wine in the bottle one after another.Seeing that there was not long left before the appointed time, Mr. Weasley stood up and greeted.
"It's time for us to gather and buy textbooks for the children."
They met Hermione and Mrs. Granger halfway, and walked towards Flourish and Blotts Bookstore together. Today, Diagon Alley was bustling and extremely crowded, and everyone seemed to be gathering in the direction of the bookstore.
At this time, the door of the bookstore was already crowded with people. There was a huge poster hanging in front of the door, with a portrait photo on it.
"Look! That's the most satisfying photo of Mr. Lockhart. That smile is simply stunning!"
Hermione pointed at the photo on the poster and sighed with admiration.
"Gilderoy Lockhart? Who is that?" Harry frowned at Hermione and asked, pointing to the name on the poster on the second floor.
Hermione was immersed in the shyness of a girl, her eyes were fixed on Lockhart, and she had no time to pay attention to his question.
Just as Glenn was about to explain, a pleasant and crisp voice came from behind him.
"I bet, Harry, you haven't looked carefully at this year's textbook list."
Glenn turned around following the sound and saw Qiu not far behind him.
The girl seemed to be dressed up carefully, wearing a pearl white slim-fitting shirt and a pleated skirt, with her long, silky black hair hanging freely.
The shirt is tightened at the waist, outlining a slender waist; under the skirt is a pair of knee-length half-length socks, paired with white shoes, highlighting a pair of long legs.
I have to say that this ladylike outfit with a bit of a college atmosphere is most suitable for a girl like Qiu.
"What are you looking at?"
Qiu stretched out her hand, waved it in front of Glenn who was looking a little dazed, and asked.
"Look at the beauty..." Glenn replied subconsciously, and then he felt ashamed.
The girl chuckled and gave him a coquettish eye roll.
"What textbook list?" Harry asked inappropriately, interrupting with a confused look on his face.
Glenn gave him a slightly disgusted look and explained, "If you have seen it, you should know that there are seven Lockhart books on this year's list."
Harry took out a crumpled piece of letter paper from his pocket and looked surprised.
"If I guess correctly, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is probably a die-hard Lockhart fan."
Qiu looked up at the poster and said helplessly.
"These books are quite expensive."
When Ron heard this, the expression on his face was a little unpleasant.
Indeed, for the Weasley family, the price of one galleons is indeed a bit unaffordable.
This means that if you buy all new books, it will cost seven galleons for one child and 35 galleons for five children.
Compared with the pitiful savings in their treasury, the cost of textbooks alone is already difficult to afford.
Fortunately, Glenn had foreseen it and bought three sets in advance, threw them to Mr. Carmichael, and asked him to leave them to Mrs. Weasley and sell them at a low price.
Although you can't earn a little bit of friendship, you can help relieve some pressure on the family, which is also a peace of mind.
Of course, he still had to get a large amount of exchange coins from Ron's wand.
Several people were carried by the crowd, and after a lot of effort, they finally squeezed into the bookstore.
Glenn carefully protected Qiu by his side so that she would not be treated like an old hen guarding her young by the crowd.
There were already many middle-aged witches lining up here, and Mrs. Weasley squeezed in among them, holding Ginny's hand tightly.
Hermione dug out a set of Lockhart's works from somewhere and moved closer to Mrs. Weasley.
"Two bottles of cold butterbeer, Tom!" Mr. Weasley led Mr. Granger into the Leaky Cauldron.
Old Tom greeted the two of them with a smile, and took out two bottles of frosty butterbeer from under the counter.
Mr. Weasley reached into his pocket and his expression changed slightly.
As a family-oriented husband, he had just given all the money he had withdrawn from Gringotts to Mrs. Weasley, so much so that now he couldn't even get four Sickles of beer money.
"Good afternoon, Old Tom. Get us three bottles of butterbeer, too, and pay them together."
Just when Mr. Weasley blushed and was about to discuss the credit with Old Tom, a voice came from his side.
He followed the sound and saw that it was Glenn who had just walked through the door.
Glenn took out a Galleons from the jingling money bag and placed it gently on the counter.
"How can we ask you to pay for us, Glenn?" Mr. Weasley's embarrassment eased slightly, but he was still a little embarrassed, "I will see Molly later..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Glenn.
"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley! I have the highest discount at the Leaky Cauldron, right?" He said, looking at Old Tom with a smile.
"of course."
Old Tom nodded matter-of-factly, swept the gold coins from the counter into the money drawer, and then lowered his head and picked up three bottles of ice-cold butterbeer.
Mr. Weasley, who had no money at all, accepted Glenn's generosity with some embarrassment.
This result is obviously much better than asking him to negotiate a credit account.
After all, Glenn was no ordinary underage wizard.Anyone who has seen the Ollivander family treasury with their own eyes knows that this kid is a super rich man.
Everyone held wine bottles and chose a round table to sit down and chat while drinking.
Ron took a long drink and let out a long belch.
“I didn’t expect ice-cold butterbeer to be so good, even better than room temperature!”
Upon hearing his words, Mr. Weasley was stunned and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Besides today, when have you ever had butterbeer, Ron?"
Ron's eyes froze, and then he realized that he had accidentally said something.Their little Christmas party at Hogwarts did not have their parents' approval or permission.
He had an idea and decisively threw the blame away: "It's Percy! He brought it back when he went to Hogsmeade! Right, Harry?"
Harry hesitated and nodded.
"Hogsmeade? What is that place?" Mr. Granger asked curiously.
After drinking a glass of ice-cold butterbeer, the strangeness between him and everyone disappeared a lot, and he was no longer as at a loss as before.
Although Mr. Weasley didn't believe Ron's words, he let him go for the time being and explained Hogsmeade to Mr. Granger.
"Hogsmeade is the only wizarding village in the UK, not far from Hogwarts. Students in third grade and above can travel there on weekends, which is very interesting."
He seemed to be remembering the good times during school, with a smile on his face.
At that time, he was not as strapped as he is now.
The few of them chatted for a while and drank all the wine in the bottle one after another.Seeing that there was not long left before the appointed time, Mr. Weasley stood up and greeted.
"It's time for us to gather and buy textbooks for the children."
They met Hermione and Mrs. Granger halfway, and walked towards Flourish and Blotts Bookstore together. Today, Diagon Alley was bustling and extremely crowded, and everyone seemed to be gathering in the direction of the bookstore.
At this time, the door of the bookstore was already crowded with people. There was a huge poster hanging in front of the door, with a portrait photo on it.
"Look! That's the most satisfying photo of Mr. Lockhart. That smile is simply stunning!"
Hermione pointed at the photo on the poster and sighed with admiration.
"Gilderoy Lockhart? Who is that?" Harry frowned at Hermione and asked, pointing to the name on the poster on the second floor.
Hermione was immersed in the shyness of a girl, her eyes were fixed on Lockhart, and she had no time to pay attention to his question.
Just as Glenn was about to explain, a pleasant and crisp voice came from behind him.
"I bet, Harry, you haven't looked carefully at this year's textbook list."
Glenn turned around following the sound and saw Qiu not far behind him.
The girl seemed to be dressed up carefully, wearing a pearl white slim-fitting shirt and a pleated skirt, with her long, silky black hair hanging freely.
The shirt is tightened at the waist, outlining a slender waist; under the skirt is a pair of knee-length half-length socks, paired with white shoes, highlighting a pair of long legs.
I have to say that this ladylike outfit with a bit of a college atmosphere is most suitable for a girl like Qiu.
"What are you looking at?"
Qiu stretched out her hand, waved it in front of Glenn who was looking a little dazed, and asked.
"Look at the beauty..." Glenn replied subconsciously, and then he felt ashamed.
The girl chuckled and gave him a coquettish eye roll.
"What textbook list?" Harry asked inappropriately, interrupting with a confused look on his face.
Glenn gave him a slightly disgusted look and explained, "If you have seen it, you should know that there are seven Lockhart books on this year's list."
Harry took out a crumpled piece of letter paper from his pocket and looked surprised.
"If I guess correctly, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is probably a die-hard Lockhart fan."
Qiu looked up at the poster and said helplessly.
"These books are quite expensive."
When Ron heard this, the expression on his face was a little unpleasant.
Indeed, for the Weasley family, the price of one galleons is indeed a bit unaffordable.
This means that if you buy all new books, it will cost seven galleons for one child and 35 galleons for five children.
Compared with the pitiful savings in their treasury, the cost of textbooks alone is already difficult to afford.
Fortunately, Glenn had foreseen it and bought three sets in advance, threw them to Mr. Carmichael, and asked him to leave them to Mrs. Weasley and sell them at a low price.
Although you can't earn a little bit of friendship, you can help relieve some pressure on the family, which is also a peace of mind.
Of course, he still had to get a large amount of exchange coins from Ron's wand.
Several people were carried by the crowd, and after a lot of effort, they finally squeezed into the bookstore.
Glenn carefully protected Qiu by his side so that she would not be treated like an old hen guarding her young by the crowd.
There were already many middle-aged witches lining up here, and Mrs. Weasley squeezed in among them, holding Ginny's hand tightly.
Hermione dug out a set of Lockhart's works from somewhere and moved closer to Mrs. Weasley.
