Chapter 55 Firewhiskey
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"This..." Penello also blushed, a little at a loss.
The anticipation in Percy's eyes dissipated, revealing a look of disappointment.
"It's okay, I can accept rejection." He became much calmer.
It is actually a bit embarrassing to be confessed in public, especially when there is no warning.
In fact, it's not that Penello doesn't have a good impression of Percy at all, it's just that this embarrassing scene aroused resistance.
"Percy...I think..." She considered her words, as if thinking about how to avoid hurting each other, "Although we are classmates in the same grade, we may not know each other very well...you Do you understand what I mean?"
Percy still looked sad, immersed in the sadness of being rejected.
Morgana pushed him silently.
"Ah?" He came back to his senses stupidly, his eyes blank, "What do you mean..."
Glenn couldn't help but roll his eyes, showing an expression of hatred.
Penello opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Everyone was speechless, and the situation became increasingly embarrassing.
Morgana pinched her eyebrows and whispered in Percy's ear.
"What she means is that you still have a chance, but you have to develop a good impression first and talk about it later."
"Oh oh oh! I understand! I understand!" Percy suddenly understood, became energetic, and nodded like garlic.
Penello was amused by his exaggerated reaction, and then ordered.
"Next time you confess your love, remember to find a place where no one is around." She said with disdain, "There's no one like you. It's so hard to get off the stage!"
"Remember to prepare gifts!" Qiu added with a smile.
Percy said yes repeatedly.
Penello was a little shy and pulled Qiu to whisper something.
Glenn glanced at Morgana, and the girl showed a hint of maturity that she should not have at this age.
Suffering does make people grow quickly.
This little girl's emotional intelligence is much higher than that of senior students. No wonder she can grasp the essence of green tea so easily.
The inexplicable confession drama ended, and the party atmosphere returned to the Gryffindor common room.
Fred grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey and shook it.
"Anyone want to try this tempting adult beverage?"
The portraits hanging next to the scarlet tapestries on the thick walls all looked surprised. Unexpectedly, these children not only secretly bought butterbeer, but also Firewhiskey, a highly alcoholic drink that was prohibited for underage wizards.
"How did you buy this wine?" Penello asked.
"It's very simple." George shrugged, answering her doubts, "As long as you find the weird owner of the Pig Head Bar, you can buy anything."
Charlie, who was in seventh grade, had obviously experienced its power, but he did not flinch.
Gryffindors, never fear!
Everyone else was a little moved.
They had never felt it, and naturally did not know its power. They thought it was just slightly stronger than butterbeer.
In order to show his bravery in front of the goddess, Percy deliberately violated his long-standing principles and raised his hand first.
Fred picked up a shot glass and filled it.
Taking courage, Percy took a deep breath and drank the wine in his glass.
Unfortunately, his goddess was a Ravenclaw, so she didn't think it was brave, but rather reckless.
Charlie couldn't stop him in time, and couldn't help showing a strange look on his face.
Glenn, who knew about Firewhiskey from the original novel, gave him a sympathetic look and almost guessed his next ending.
Sure enough, the moment the wine entered his throat, the features on Percy's face were squeezed together and his eyebrows were knitted together, as if he was enduring great pain.
"It's so spicy..." He said subconsciously, "Give me some water!"
George calmly pried open a bottle of butterbeer and handed it to him.
He didn't care to take a closer look, just put it to his mouth, drank half the bottle, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
But this is just the beginning.
Just when several girls were frightened by his reaction and started to retreat, two red clouds quietly climbed onto Percy's cheeks.
Unlike the way he looked when he was blushing, the color had a sickly feel to it, like when he had a high fever.
"Are you okay, Percy?"
Glenn keenly noticed something was wrong with him and asked aloud.
"Me?" Percy didn't notice it himself, but it was obvious that he was a bit superior, "I'm still a girl..."
The word "ok" was only half spoken, and he panicked slightly, rolled his eyes, fell straight back, and made a "plop" sound.
Fortunately, the Gryffindor common room, like Ravenclaw's, was covered with thick, soft carpets, so this didn't hurt.
"Percy...is it okay?" Penello glanced at him worriedly and asked.
"It's okay, I'm just drunk. Just take a nap and you'll be fine." Charlie said indifferently, ignoring his brother lying on the ground.
The status of Percy, the academic master, in the Weasley family is evident.
To Glenn's surprise, the next person to ask for a drink of Firewhiskey was not the twins, but the little girl Morgana.
The twins looked at her with warrior eyes.
Morgana took the cup and put it to her lips, taking a small sip and holding it in her mouth.
First he took a deep breath, then his throat moved slightly and he swallowed the wine in his mouth.
She frowned slightly, and after a moment, she slowly let out a breath of alcohol.
"Are you okay?" Kind-hearted Qiu looked at her with concern and asked.
Morgana smiled at her and shook her head: "It's okay."
Glenn looked at her skillful movements and couldn't help but ask: "How do you know how to drink Firewhiskey? Have you ever drank it before?"
"Well..." Morgana nodded slightly and said in a calm tone, "When I was still wandering, when I was 5 years old, a drunk wizard said that as long as I took a sip of whiskey from his glass, I would be fine. Buy me two loaves of bread..."
Qiu looked at her in surprise, her eyes full of sympathy and nervousness: "You didn't really drink, did you?"
"Drink." Morgana's voice didn't waver at all, as if she was telling someone else's story, "I was lucky. The owner of that bar was very nice and didn't hurt me when I passed out. He even drove me away. That drunkard asked his daughter to take care of me all night."
She smiled and continued: "As for the correct way to drink, that was taught to me by Patricia."
Glenn looked at her with complicated eyes, feeling slightly touched in his heart.
"Give me a drink too, Fred."
Fred poured the wine and handed it to him.
Glenn shook the cup slightly and looked at the rippled amber liquid inside.
Is this Firewhiskey?
The anticipation in Percy's eyes dissipated, revealing a look of disappointment.
"It's okay, I can accept rejection." He became much calmer.
It is actually a bit embarrassing to be confessed in public, especially when there is no warning.
In fact, it's not that Penello doesn't have a good impression of Percy at all, it's just that this embarrassing scene aroused resistance.
"Percy...I think..." She considered her words, as if thinking about how to avoid hurting each other, "Although we are classmates in the same grade, we may not know each other very well...you Do you understand what I mean?"
Percy still looked sad, immersed in the sadness of being rejected.
Morgana pushed him silently.
"Ah?" He came back to his senses stupidly, his eyes blank, "What do you mean..."
Glenn couldn't help but roll his eyes, showing an expression of hatred.
Penello opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Everyone was speechless, and the situation became increasingly embarrassing.
Morgana pinched her eyebrows and whispered in Percy's ear.
"What she means is that you still have a chance, but you have to develop a good impression first and talk about it later."
"Oh oh oh! I understand! I understand!" Percy suddenly understood, became energetic, and nodded like garlic.
Penello was amused by his exaggerated reaction, and then ordered.
"Next time you confess your love, remember to find a place where no one is around." She said with disdain, "There's no one like you. It's so hard to get off the stage!"
"Remember to prepare gifts!" Qiu added with a smile.
Percy said yes repeatedly.
Penello was a little shy and pulled Qiu to whisper something.
Glenn glanced at Morgana, and the girl showed a hint of maturity that she should not have at this age.
Suffering does make people grow quickly.
This little girl's emotional intelligence is much higher than that of senior students. No wonder she can grasp the essence of green tea so easily.
The inexplicable confession drama ended, and the party atmosphere returned to the Gryffindor common room.
Fred grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey and shook it.
"Anyone want to try this tempting adult beverage?"
The portraits hanging next to the scarlet tapestries on the thick walls all looked surprised. Unexpectedly, these children not only secretly bought butterbeer, but also Firewhiskey, a highly alcoholic drink that was prohibited for underage wizards.
"How did you buy this wine?" Penello asked.
"It's very simple." George shrugged, answering her doubts, "As long as you find the weird owner of the Pig Head Bar, you can buy anything."
Charlie, who was in seventh grade, had obviously experienced its power, but he did not flinch.
Gryffindors, never fear!
Everyone else was a little moved.
They had never felt it, and naturally did not know its power. They thought it was just slightly stronger than butterbeer.
In order to show his bravery in front of the goddess, Percy deliberately violated his long-standing principles and raised his hand first.
Fred picked up a shot glass and filled it.
Taking courage, Percy took a deep breath and drank the wine in his glass.
Unfortunately, his goddess was a Ravenclaw, so she didn't think it was brave, but rather reckless.
Charlie couldn't stop him in time, and couldn't help showing a strange look on his face.
Glenn, who knew about Firewhiskey from the original novel, gave him a sympathetic look and almost guessed his next ending.
Sure enough, the moment the wine entered his throat, the features on Percy's face were squeezed together and his eyebrows were knitted together, as if he was enduring great pain.
"It's so spicy..." He said subconsciously, "Give me some water!"
George calmly pried open a bottle of butterbeer and handed it to him.
He didn't care to take a closer look, just put it to his mouth, drank half the bottle, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
But this is just the beginning.
Just when several girls were frightened by his reaction and started to retreat, two red clouds quietly climbed onto Percy's cheeks.
Unlike the way he looked when he was blushing, the color had a sickly feel to it, like when he had a high fever.
"Are you okay, Percy?"
Glenn keenly noticed something was wrong with him and asked aloud.
"Me?" Percy didn't notice it himself, but it was obvious that he was a bit superior, "I'm still a girl..."
The word "ok" was only half spoken, and he panicked slightly, rolled his eyes, fell straight back, and made a "plop" sound.
Fortunately, the Gryffindor common room, like Ravenclaw's, was covered with thick, soft carpets, so this didn't hurt.
"Percy...is it okay?" Penello glanced at him worriedly and asked.
"It's okay, I'm just drunk. Just take a nap and you'll be fine." Charlie said indifferently, ignoring his brother lying on the ground.
The status of Percy, the academic master, in the Weasley family is evident.
To Glenn's surprise, the next person to ask for a drink of Firewhiskey was not the twins, but the little girl Morgana.
The twins looked at her with warrior eyes.
Morgana took the cup and put it to her lips, taking a small sip and holding it in her mouth.
First he took a deep breath, then his throat moved slightly and he swallowed the wine in his mouth.
She frowned slightly, and after a moment, she slowly let out a breath of alcohol.
"Are you okay?" Kind-hearted Qiu looked at her with concern and asked.
Morgana smiled at her and shook her head: "It's okay."
Glenn looked at her skillful movements and couldn't help but ask: "How do you know how to drink Firewhiskey? Have you ever drank it before?"
"Well..." Morgana nodded slightly and said in a calm tone, "When I was still wandering, when I was 5 years old, a drunk wizard said that as long as I took a sip of whiskey from his glass, I would be fine. Buy me two loaves of bread..."
Qiu looked at her in surprise, her eyes full of sympathy and nervousness: "You didn't really drink, did you?"
"Drink." Morgana's voice didn't waver at all, as if she was telling someone else's story, "I was lucky. The owner of that bar was very nice and didn't hurt me when I passed out. He even drove me away. That drunkard asked his daughter to take care of me all night."
She smiled and continued: "As for the correct way to drink, that was taught to me by Patricia."
Glenn looked at her with complicated eyes, feeling slightly touched in his heart.
"Give me a drink too, Fred."
Fred poured the wine and handed it to him.
Glenn shook the cup slightly and looked at the rippled amber liquid inside.
Is this Firewhiskey?
