Hogwarts from another world

Matthew and Slughorn crossed the road and within a few minutes entered the small pub.

The bar was warm, smoky and crowded.

A beautiful-looking woman with an elegant figure was greeting a group of noisy wizards in front of the bar.

There was also a bald, middle-aged wizard with a tray in his hand containing five or six wine glasses of different colors, which he was carrying to different tables.

"Rosmerta" shouted Slughorn.

"Oh, Professor Slughorn." The bald middle-aged wizard no longer cared about greeting the guests and hurriedly ran up to Matthew and Slughorn: "What a rare visitor. How many companions do you have?" , do you need to go to the private room upstairs?"

"No, no, no, we don't need to be just me and Matthew today," Slughorn said with a smile.

"Okay, please follow me." Mr. Rosmerta took two guests and squeezed to the back of the bar.

He helped pick out a good spot, an empty table next to the fireplace, between the window sill and a beautiful Christmas tree.

Matthew waited for Slughorn to sit down before he took his seat.

"I wonder what you need, Professor Slughorn," Mr. Rosmerta said enthusiastically.

"Two meads." Slughorn glanced at Matthew generously and said with a smile: "Merry Christmas, Matthew, I'm treating you today; the mead brewed by the Rosmerta couple has twenty The history of the coming year will be over. Rosmerta is a famous two-cup mead all over Europe."

"Okay, please wait"

Didn't we agree to drink butterbeer? Matthew thought to himself.

"I also wish you a Merry Christmas, Professor Slughorn," but on his face, he quickly said respectfully.

"You don't have to be so restrained, Matthew." Slughorn shook his head, with an indifferent expression on his face: "It's a holiday now, so you don't need to treat me as a professor. You can even call me Holla." "

"Okay, Professor Slughorn." Matthew could only reply.

At this moment, Mr. Rosmerta had brought over two glasses of mead.

In the 18th and 19th centuries, due to the impact of the Industrial Revolution at that time, British water sources were extremely polluted. In addition, there was no reliable means of purifying water at that time; wine, especially beer, was a cleaner drink for most people than water.

This habit has slowly spread to the wizarding world, so even for children in their early ten years, drinking is very normal; of course, except for high-alcohol spirits.

Slughorn obviously liked the mead here, but Matthew was a little disgusted by the taste, which was like rotten apple.

But he could only force a smile while drinking.

However, as he swallowed a few mouthfuls of mead, the chill on his body suddenly disappeared, as if every inch of his body had become warmer.

"Why didn't you go home, kid?" Slughorn said while tasting the wine in the glass: "It's Christmas now."

"I am a Muggle-born student, professor." Matthew answered honestly.

"Oh, really?" Slughorn was stunned, and laughed loudly: "I almost forgot that there are Muggle-born children of Slytherin, which are rare."

Judging from Slughorn's expression, he didn't care at all about things like blood and origin.

"By the way, Professor." Matthew took a sip of mead and asked innocently: "Mr. Percival from the Pig's Head Bar just now, why did I just casually ask how many years his bar has been open? , and he became extremely angry."

"Percival" Slughorn's face became a little serious, and he did not answer directly: "That weird old man is a bad guy; Matthew, I still suggest you stay away from him."

"I understand, professor." Matthew nodded quickly.

"But speaking of the age of the Pig's Head Bar, it is indeed quite old. It must have been fifty or sixty years ago. I can't remember exactly." Slughorn tilted his head thoughtfully: "Matthew, why are you doing this? will ask this question”

"I just think the stains on the floor there are probably fifty or sixty years old," Matthew replied softly.

Slughorn burst out laughing, and Matthew laughed too.

But his expression is a bit serious

Since the Hog's Head Bar has not changed its owner for fifty or sixty years, that means that the bartender was there before Gellert Grindelwald's victory.

So it is very possible that the bar is still connected to the Order of the Phoenix; and the bartender is also related to Aberforth Dumbledore

This is a very precious piece of information.

Although it seems meaningless to me now.

But in the future, it is very likely to be useful

Matthew and Slughorn continued to sit by the fire, chatting, but it was all about ordinary things.

Slughorn seemed to be in a good mood, and their chat was pleasant.

As the glass of mead in his hand gradually emptied, Slughorn said: "I'm going to go to Fengya Wizard Clothing Store later to buy a new robe. Matthew, what are your plans?"

"I'm going to Honeydukes Candy Store"

Before Matthew finished speaking, Slughorn laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Sure enough, Ambrosio Frum's candies are too attractive to you children, but I won't If you like sweets like that, Matthew, let’s just say goodbye.”

As he spoke, he began to dig into his pocket.

"I'll pay the bill, Professor," Matthew said hurriedly.

"There is no reason to ask students to pay the bill." Slughorn refused righteously, and then walked to the bar on Mrs. Rosmerta's side.

This surprised Matthew slightly. Was Horace Slughorn in the original novel so generous?

Or is there some happy event today that makes him so happy?

But Matthew soon had no time to think about it, because something more important attracted his attention.

As early as when he left the Pig's Head Bar, he noticed that the witch wearing a thick black gauze scarf hanging down to her feet was secretly following them.

Matthew directly acquiesced that she was tracking Slughorn. After all, he had no relatives or grudges in the wizarding world; so when Slughorn left, he did not follow him, but stayed alone. .

Now, Slughorn is gone, but the mysterious witch still stays, and looks towards him from time to time.

So, could it be that the target she is really tracking is herself?