Chapter 4 Gampe
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The famous Boy Who Lived was not known to Vincent, who was new to the magic world.
But no matter how calmly he behaved, it was still difficult to hide that strange smile.
No villain can escape the claws of ghosts and animals.
His deepest perception of this bald socket is an extremely arrogant and crazy smile.
"Hehehe~"
Under Tom's strange gaze, Vincent suppressed a smile and pointed to the wine rack behind Tom.
"Boss, why is there only one bottle of this wine?"
"Oh, this is a good thing..." Tom recalled the story behind it.
After the implementation of the "Secrecy Act", the Leaky Cauldron Bar cannot continue to be opened in the Muggle world in principle.
However, the then Minister of Magic, Ulrich Gump, did not take compulsory measures, and even selected the backyard of the pub as the entrance to Diagon Alley.
The boss, who was so moved that he burst into tears, created a new beer brand in his name - Gamp Old Social Wine.
Vincent, who successfully dispelled Tom's doubts, was about to bid farewell and leave when he heard the other party's offer of 100 Galleons for a pint.
"Understood, boss." The frightened he quickly gasped.
According to McGonagall's popular science just now, five pounds can only be exchanged for one Galleon at Gringotts.
It's 1991, the era when £500 was roughly equal to $1000.
If Vincent wanted this money, he would have bought [-] shares of Little Apple and waited for the value to rise.
"Unfortunately, no one has been able to complete this challenge so far..."
Tom's exclamation woke him up instantly.
Instead of buying about a bottle of wine for 100 Galleons, you can get the 100 Galleons by drinking it.
Eric, who had an ominous feeling, swallowed subconsciously.
"Honey, do you want to try it?" Evelyn, who was a good housekeeper, had extremely hot eyes.
By not going to Westminster, you can save more than £2 a year.
With the addition of the five hundred pounds, the expenses were reduced by seventy thousand!
This money is enough for the couple to stand up in front of the old man who went ashore, so that they don't have to live a life of "depending on others".
"Wait……"
"Excuse me, can my husband challenge?"
Eric closed his mouth and smiled wryly.
Whether the wine is difficult to drink or not, whether the stamina is strong or not is not a problem.
Under his begging eyes, the boss Tom answered decisively yes.
Happily, the bottle of Gamp was exactly the size of a pint.
But what makes people sad is that it has a history of almost 100 years.
"Boss, are there any other years?" Eric looked expectant.
"Mr. Wayne, if you need older ones, I remember that there are still many first batches in the wine cellar."
"Do not bother,"
Surprised by this answer, he hastily opened the wine cork, "I'm just curious."
A mildew-like smell mixed with plant aroma hit the sense of smell of everyone in the bar.
"Kodoli, do you think he can complete the challenge?"
"It's impossible, Dedalus."
The wizards who whispered to each other seemed not optimistic that this Muggle could complete the challenge.
Dedalus, wearing a top hat, looked at the next table, "Professor Quirrell, what do you think—when did he leave?"
"It should be when Professor McGonagall came in~" Kodoli took a sip of his wine, "I guess he felt that the influence was not good, so let's leave first."
"It's a pity that I couldn't see this scene..."
At this time, Vincent was cheering Eric up with Evelyn.
"Dad, if you complete the challenge, you can save your pocket money."
"Honey, I'm sure you can."
Mag was moved by this scene.
In order to make a living, the father in front of him actually dared to challenge a project that no one has succeeded in 300 years.
"Oh, what a loving family!"
Her exclamation made Eric, whose hands were shaking, almost drop the wine to the ground.
If this bottle is gone, Tom, who is attentive in service, will definitely bring out another bottle with a longer age from the wine cellar.
Just smelling so good in 100 years, he really can't imagine how great the stamina will be in 300 years.
"Dad, you have always been a hero in my heart!"
The son has already talked about this point, even if the road ahead is a sea of swords and flames, Eric will have to dry the bottle of wine before serving it.
So under the gaze of a dozen pairs of eyes, his whole demeanor changed suddenly, and he simply raised his head and put his mouth on the bottle.
When the Gampe first enters the mouth, it has a very bad sweet and sour feeling.
No wonder no one has been able to successfully challenge this kind of taste bud shock for 300 years.
"Come on, Mr. Wayne!"
Seeing that he wanted to put down the wine bottle, Tom couldn't help but waved his fist vigorously, "Think about your wife and children, this is not an impossible challenge!"
Mag, who sympathized deeply, stretched out his hand and applauded rhythmically, "Mr. Wayne, you can do it."
"Dad, victory is just around the corner!" Vincent was a little surprised by Tom's performance.
The publicity effect of one hundred galleons may bring more than ten times the return to the Leaky Cauldron.
Sure enough, profiteers are everywhere.
Eric suppressed the discomfort of his tongue and slowly raised the wine bottle.
After the bad experience at the beginning, it turned out to be a kind of bitter shock that has settled.
This feeling of not being able to vomit quickly made his whole face twist into a ball.
"Mr. Wayne, you are the bravest Muggle I have ever seen!"
"Regardless of the outcome, I will pay you my utmost respect."
The wizards in the bar all clapped and shouted to Mag's rhythm.
Most of you here know what Gamp tastes like.
After drinking a third of Eric, he has surpassed most people.
"No matter how difficult the training is, I have passed it..."
"I can never give up..."
Eric, whose eyes were getting brighter, speeded up his swallowing speed.
All wizards with magic skills failed in the challenge, and he, a Muggle without magic, will fight today.
Even if the hand holding the wine bottle was trembling and there was no one who let go in front of the bar, it still had enough influence on everyone.
Dedalus took off his top hat and bowed slightly towards the bar, "From today on, Brother Wayne is my brother!"
"You are my hero!" Kodoli next to him was in awe.
A true warrior never gives up easily.
Eric, whose tongue was numb, could only slightly feel the coldness of the wine.
He dared to swear to the queen that after drinking this bottle of ghost stuff, he would never drink another bottle in his life.
"Victory is in sight, Mr. Wayne." Tom had already pulled out his purse.
McGonagall, with reddish eye circles, wiped the corners of his eyes, "Merlin's beard, I'm sure the headline of the Daily Prophet today can only be a feat accomplished by Mr. Wayne."
When the last two drops of wine slid down the inner wall of the bottle and into Eric's mouth, the 300-year challenge that no one has succeeded finally came to an end.
With his pupils gradually dilated, he wobbled down the wine bottle and roared in a hoarse voice: "I, Eric Philip Wayne——
I—I swear—I'll never drink a drop in my life. "
After saying this, he lay down on the bar counter with a "boom".
"It's so touching!" Tom wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
Dedalus stood up sadly, and raised his glass to the wizards in the bar: "To Mr. Wayne, to the great father's love, and to the eternal love!"
Vincent clutched the money bag full of Galleons, and embraced with his mother Evelyn "crying bitterly".
Eric was without a doubt a respectable and good father, and a truly wonderful husband.
But if he knew the current situation in the bar, 100% would wake up instantly.
……
……
But no matter how calmly he behaved, it was still difficult to hide that strange smile.
No villain can escape the claws of ghosts and animals.
His deepest perception of this bald socket is an extremely arrogant and crazy smile.
"Hehehe~"
Under Tom's strange gaze, Vincent suppressed a smile and pointed to the wine rack behind Tom.
"Boss, why is there only one bottle of this wine?"
"Oh, this is a good thing..." Tom recalled the story behind it.
After the implementation of the "Secrecy Act", the Leaky Cauldron Bar cannot continue to be opened in the Muggle world in principle.
However, the then Minister of Magic, Ulrich Gump, did not take compulsory measures, and even selected the backyard of the pub as the entrance to Diagon Alley.
The boss, who was so moved that he burst into tears, created a new beer brand in his name - Gamp Old Social Wine.
Vincent, who successfully dispelled Tom's doubts, was about to bid farewell and leave when he heard the other party's offer of 100 Galleons for a pint.
"Understood, boss." The frightened he quickly gasped.
According to McGonagall's popular science just now, five pounds can only be exchanged for one Galleon at Gringotts.
It's 1991, the era when £500 was roughly equal to $1000.
If Vincent wanted this money, he would have bought [-] shares of Little Apple and waited for the value to rise.
"Unfortunately, no one has been able to complete this challenge so far..."
Tom's exclamation woke him up instantly.
Instead of buying about a bottle of wine for 100 Galleons, you can get the 100 Galleons by drinking it.
Eric, who had an ominous feeling, swallowed subconsciously.
"Honey, do you want to try it?" Evelyn, who was a good housekeeper, had extremely hot eyes.
By not going to Westminster, you can save more than £2 a year.
With the addition of the five hundred pounds, the expenses were reduced by seventy thousand!
This money is enough for the couple to stand up in front of the old man who went ashore, so that they don't have to live a life of "depending on others".
"Wait……"
"Excuse me, can my husband challenge?"
Eric closed his mouth and smiled wryly.
Whether the wine is difficult to drink or not, whether the stamina is strong or not is not a problem.
Under his begging eyes, the boss Tom answered decisively yes.
Happily, the bottle of Gamp was exactly the size of a pint.
But what makes people sad is that it has a history of almost 100 years.
"Boss, are there any other years?" Eric looked expectant.
"Mr. Wayne, if you need older ones, I remember that there are still many first batches in the wine cellar."
"Do not bother,"
Surprised by this answer, he hastily opened the wine cork, "I'm just curious."
A mildew-like smell mixed with plant aroma hit the sense of smell of everyone in the bar.
"Kodoli, do you think he can complete the challenge?"
"It's impossible, Dedalus."
The wizards who whispered to each other seemed not optimistic that this Muggle could complete the challenge.
Dedalus, wearing a top hat, looked at the next table, "Professor Quirrell, what do you think—when did he leave?"
"It should be when Professor McGonagall came in~" Kodoli took a sip of his wine, "I guess he felt that the influence was not good, so let's leave first."
"It's a pity that I couldn't see this scene..."
At this time, Vincent was cheering Eric up with Evelyn.
"Dad, if you complete the challenge, you can save your pocket money."
"Honey, I'm sure you can."
Mag was moved by this scene.
In order to make a living, the father in front of him actually dared to challenge a project that no one has succeeded in 300 years.
"Oh, what a loving family!"
Her exclamation made Eric, whose hands were shaking, almost drop the wine to the ground.
If this bottle is gone, Tom, who is attentive in service, will definitely bring out another bottle with a longer age from the wine cellar.
Just smelling so good in 100 years, he really can't imagine how great the stamina will be in 300 years.
"Dad, you have always been a hero in my heart!"
The son has already talked about this point, even if the road ahead is a sea of swords and flames, Eric will have to dry the bottle of wine before serving it.
So under the gaze of a dozen pairs of eyes, his whole demeanor changed suddenly, and he simply raised his head and put his mouth on the bottle.
When the Gampe first enters the mouth, it has a very bad sweet and sour feeling.
No wonder no one has been able to successfully challenge this kind of taste bud shock for 300 years.
"Come on, Mr. Wayne!"
Seeing that he wanted to put down the wine bottle, Tom couldn't help but waved his fist vigorously, "Think about your wife and children, this is not an impossible challenge!"
Mag, who sympathized deeply, stretched out his hand and applauded rhythmically, "Mr. Wayne, you can do it."
"Dad, victory is just around the corner!" Vincent was a little surprised by Tom's performance.
The publicity effect of one hundred galleons may bring more than ten times the return to the Leaky Cauldron.
Sure enough, profiteers are everywhere.
Eric suppressed the discomfort of his tongue and slowly raised the wine bottle.
After the bad experience at the beginning, it turned out to be a kind of bitter shock that has settled.
This feeling of not being able to vomit quickly made his whole face twist into a ball.
"Mr. Wayne, you are the bravest Muggle I have ever seen!"
"Regardless of the outcome, I will pay you my utmost respect."
The wizards in the bar all clapped and shouted to Mag's rhythm.
Most of you here know what Gamp tastes like.
After drinking a third of Eric, he has surpassed most people.
"No matter how difficult the training is, I have passed it..."
"I can never give up..."
Eric, whose eyes were getting brighter, speeded up his swallowing speed.
All wizards with magic skills failed in the challenge, and he, a Muggle without magic, will fight today.
Even if the hand holding the wine bottle was trembling and there was no one who let go in front of the bar, it still had enough influence on everyone.
Dedalus took off his top hat and bowed slightly towards the bar, "From today on, Brother Wayne is my brother!"
"You are my hero!" Kodoli next to him was in awe.
A true warrior never gives up easily.
Eric, whose tongue was numb, could only slightly feel the coldness of the wine.
He dared to swear to the queen that after drinking this bottle of ghost stuff, he would never drink another bottle in his life.
"Victory is in sight, Mr. Wayne." Tom had already pulled out his purse.
McGonagall, with reddish eye circles, wiped the corners of his eyes, "Merlin's beard, I'm sure the headline of the Daily Prophet today can only be a feat accomplished by Mr. Wayne."
When the last two drops of wine slid down the inner wall of the bottle and into Eric's mouth, the 300-year challenge that no one has succeeded finally came to an end.
With his pupils gradually dilated, he wobbled down the wine bottle and roared in a hoarse voice: "I, Eric Philip Wayne——
I—I swear—I'll never drink a drop in my life. "
After saying this, he lay down on the bar counter with a "boom".
"It's so touching!" Tom wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
Dedalus stood up sadly, and raised his glass to the wizards in the bar: "To Mr. Wayne, to the great father's love, and to the eternal love!"
Vincent clutched the money bag full of Galleons, and embraced with his mother Evelyn "crying bitterly".
Eric was without a doubt a respectable and good father, and a truly wonderful husband.
But if he knew the current situation in the bar, 100% would wake up instantly.
……
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