Chapter 59 Daily Life of the Three Broomsticks

Hundreds of owls were neatly arranged, and the cute and interesting scene made Ino unable to help but take a few more glances.

After stopping for a moment, he walked straight to the counter.

"Excuse me! Ma'am, I want to rent an owl to help me deliver my parcel."

Behind the counter was the only wizard in the entire post office, a skinny middle-aged witch.

"Find a suitable one yourself. Parcels within England are 5 knuts each time, and letters are 2 knuts. We are not responsible for lost items."

Although she was answering, the witch never raised her head from beginning to end, as if the book "Breaking Up with the Female Ghost" in her hand was more important than the entire post office.

Listening to this impatient tone, it was a world of difference from the attitude of the shop owners in Hogsmeade before.

In fact, I understand that they are different in nature.

The former is a private store, and the latter is an official organization of the Ministry of Magic. It is normal that there is a big difference in service attitude.

"Five parcels within England!"

After slapping a Sickle on the counter, Ino turned around and went to choose the owl he liked.

Among the sounds of cooing, five stronger owls were selected to serve as messengers this time.

Packing, bundling... After he finished everything, he felt a slight pulling sensation on the sleeve of his right hand.

Ino couldn't help but lower his head, and saw a touch of gray and white fluffy feathers.

Round head, a pair of cute eyes looked at his fingers from time to time, like a child looking forward to his parents handing out candy.

Seeing this, he picked up the round owl without thinking and walked quickly towards the counter.

"Excuse me! Ma'am, I want to buy this owl."

Here we have to mention the function of the Owl Post Office. Although they undertake various mailing services, they also sell owls to the outside world, which is a value-added service.

Probably, it is a bit similar to selling phones in public telephone booths.

On the other side, after hearing the inquiry about the price of the owl, the middle-aged witch behind the counter finally put down the novel in her hand.

Changed from the previous indifference, the freckled face was filled with unstoppable enthusiasm.

"Tawny owls are very clever. You don't even need to feed them. They can catch small rodents such as foxes and mice. They are very loyal to their owners. The most important thing is that they have no obvious flying shortcomings."

"The price is 27 Galleons and 11 Sickles! Two bags of standard owl food are included. If you add 5 Sickles, you can choose a cage or an owl stand."

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Walk out of the Owl Post Office.

Ino gently teased the owl on his shoulder with his fingers.

"I'll call you little guy. I also fed a little guy before, but it lost itself in the end."

And in response to him, the feeling of the owl's cold beak touching his cheek.

It should be said that he is worthy of being an owl with a regular position in the post office. At least he is good at emotional intelligence.

Originally, he was just delivering a package, but he brought out an owl in a muddle, but he didn't regret it at all. Sometimes, eye contact is really unsolvable.

After confirming that nothing was left out, Ino turned and walked towards the Three Broomsticks.

All the planned things were done in one morning.

He did not plan to hang around during the next two weeks of vacation. He stayed in the room and read books to prepare for Animagus.

…

The return journey is always easy.

He returned to the Three Broomsticks without any incidents, but as soon as he entered the door, he was teased by the lady from Rosmerta.

“I didn’t expect that you are a rich young man. You went out this morning and bought an owl. It seems that your pocket money is beyond my imagination. Maybe I should consider asking for the room rent.”

Before Ino could reply, the little guy on his shoulder seemed to hear someone talking about an owl, so he took the lead in raising one of his claws and gently scratched it twice in the air, just like a greeting between friends.

"Haha, ma'am, your plan is doomed to fail. This little guy is my pocket money that I have saved for five years. On the way back, I was still thinking about whether to change the way to pay the rent of the guest room."

Ino chuckled and took over the conversation, and also cleverly changed the direction of the topic. After all, the principle of not revealing wealth is universal everywhere.

After his observation during this period of time and the comprehensive price of magic world, perhaps dozens of Galleons are really a huge fortune in the eyes of some people.

"Cunning children are not cute at all." Ms. Rosmerta curled her lips.

With more than ten years of rich experience in running a tavern, she understood the meaning of Ino's words, so she asked:

"Then let me hear how you plan to pay the rent. If you don't have money, I will kick you out directly, regardless of whether you are a child or not."

"Don't worry, maybe you have to pay me. Wait for me for two minutes." After that, Ino took the owl upstairs.

...

A few minutes later.

Ino appeared in the tavern hall again with his accordion.

His outfit also attracted a lot of attention. Although the Three Broomsticks didn't have many customers at noon in the past.

But now is obviously different from the past. Many wizards have flocked to Hogsmeade during the Christmas holidays, not only from England, but also foreign tourists with awkward accents.

Under the instruction and acquiescence of Ms. Rosmerta, Enola pulled a chair and sat in an empty space on the right side of the bar.

This small open space was probably the corridor leading to the kitchen for Ms. Rosmerta, but now it was requisitioned by him.

A light and sad tune slowly sounded:

"Are you going to Scarborough Fiar. Parsley sage rosemary and thyme..."

Located in Hogsmeade, a magical village similar to the Middle Ages, Ino chose to sing the most suitable music for the current environment - "Scarborough Fair".

After the song sounded, the hall of the Three Broomsticks gradually became quiet.

The melodious and ethereal voice went straight to the heart, and coupled with the hoarse tone of the accordion, people who heard the song always felt an inescapable sadness.

After a while, as the last note disappeared, the whole tavern fell into a strange silence.

After a long time, as the owner here, Ms. Rosmerta was the first to react.

"This is a song that touches the heart! Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme seem to represent the sweet love, strength, loyalty and courage of the protagonist."

"As expected, there should be a sad love story behind this song, right?"

As Ms. Rosmerta asked, Ino also saw that the other people present also had an inquiring and curious look.

"Of course! Your wisdom is admirable. There is a sad love story behind this song."

First suppress and then praise, use singing to attract the attention of people around, and then slowly tell the story. This is the usual method of the bard.

"This is a lonely, friendless pirate who was captured. Before he was about to be sent to the gallows, the executioner allowed him to make one last request, so he sang this song to passers-by."

"He longed for passers-by to go to Scarborough Fair, find his beloved girl, and tell her that he would not be long for this world."

Looking around, after feeling that the overall foreshadowing was almost done, Ino slowly told the story of Scarborough Fair.

"The story happened in the Middle Ages hundreds of years ago, and was later recorded by bards and sung to this day..."

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