Hogwarts, where the stars shine

In the dark and simple bar, Old Tom, who looked like a shriveled walnut, couldn't help but tap his fingers on the bar.

Apparently, he was considering Mesa's suggestion.While this suggestion smacks of nonsense, it neatly avoids the core issue - selling drinks to little wizards.

After a few minutes, Old Tom stopped tapping on the bar and turned to look at Mesa.

Looking at the ragged young man in front of him but with firm eyes, Old Tom made his decision and walked towards a hidden dark room behind the bar.

As quickly as he left, he came back quickly. When he came out of the darkroom, Old Tom still had a bottle of Gamp's old social wine in his hand.It appears that the skinny bar owner agreed to Mesa's request for a challenge.

Old Tom quickly opened the bottle cap and placed the bottle on the bar.Old Tom did not declare a challenge. Not only did he not say anything, he closed his eyes and leaned on the other end of the bar, as if he was asleep.

Although he didn't speak, Old Tom's actions still attracted everyone's attention.

The patrons in the bar abandoned Steele Martin and turned to the bar, waiting for another challenger to appear - no one would buy Gump's Old Social Wine at the Leaky Cauldron, that thing is a dog Not even a drink, let alone a pint.

Mesa picked up the bottle. He was no stranger to the yellow liquid in the bottle.

In his previous life, he lived among white mountains and black waters. Although it cannot be said that "bravely venturing into the world" flows in his body, a bottle of barley juice is still relaxing and enjoyable.If you don’t even have this amount, you are only qualified to sit at the children’s table.

The eyes gradually focused on Mesa, with some doubts, some surprises, and most of them disapproval.

Since the creation of this beer brand, no one has been able to successfully drink a pint, even with a reward of one hundred gold galleons.There are only a handful of people who can do what Steele Martin does, and the young Mesa is naturally even less optimistic.

Old Tom still had his eyes closed, and seemed to have fallen asleep, unaware of the low conversation in the bar.

Steele Martin, who was half vomiting to death, came over at this moment. He hugged Mesa without warning and persuaded: "Young man, after listening to the advice of others, it's better not to try it. Really, drink it." You will regret this thing for the rest of your life."

His eyes were sincere and his words were sincere. He could swear to Merlin that if he was given another chance to choose again, he would definitely not challenge the Gamp Old Social Wine.

"Uh..." Mesa seemed very uncomfortable with the stranger's sudden approach.Except for those little gangsters wandering the streets looking to rob, Mesa hadn't been so close to anyone in a long time.

How unpalatable Gamp’s old social wine is can be judged from its prestigious reputation.Even if you think that the false reputation is not credible, the miserable look of Steele Martin just now is enough to make people feel frightened.

Until now, Mr. Martin's face was still as pale as paper, and his speech seemed weak.

Even though he held Mesa's shoulders to persuade him, Steele Martin tried his best to stay away from the bottle in Mesa's hand, as if he never wanted to see this beer brand again in his life.

"Thank you...Mr. Martin," Mesa said, "but I want to give it a try."

"Have you really made up your mind?" Martin persuaded him kindly again, "I regret my recklessness, and I hope you won't."

Mesa nodded solemnly, his mind made up as he asked Tom for a challenge."I might regret challenging it, but I think I would regret it even more if I didn't challenge it," he said.

After saying that, Mesa raised the bottle.He first greeted Steele Martin, then shook the bottle violently in front of everyone's shocked eyes, and performed what is called "spinner" to everyone present.

The reason why Mesa did this was not to make himself look cool and awesome, but to allow the liquid in the bottle to flow out of the bottle faster and speed up his drinking.

If he drank it slowly, Mesa worried that he would be like Steele Martin, who gave up halfway because he couldn't bear the constant impact of Gamp's old social wine.

A Xuan'er can just solve this problem, even if you want to drink it slower.

He drank the extremely unpleasant wort quickly, without giving himself time or chance to react, catching himself off guard.

Whether to use long-term pain to test his willpower or short-term pain to test his tolerance, Mesa chose the latter.

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

As the yellow liquid in the bottle swirled down, Mesa gradually frowned as he drank from the bottle.Gamp’s Aged Social Wine lived up to its reputation, but it was really awful!

Sometimes it tastes like rancid swill, sometimes like rotten eggs, sometimes like salted fish left in the sun... In short, its taste is unforgettable and has the power to destroy all the good things in the world. .

boom!

Under the incredulous gaze of everyone, Mesa placed the empty bottle heavily on the bar. He completed a challenge that no one had been able to complete for hundreds of years - he drank a pint of Gamp's Old Social Wine and won the championship. The reward is one hundred gold galleons!

Steele Martin grabbed his hair. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.As the previous challenger, Mr. Martin knew how unpalatable the taste was, but the boy in front of him actually drank it all!

Merlin's beard!I'm afraid this kid is not a monster!

Old Tom, who had closed his eyes and fell asleep, also opened his eyes. He was originally thinking about how to comfort Mesa who failed in the challenge, but all he heard was the sound of celebration. They were celebrating Mesa's success in the challenge.

The wizened old man opened his mouth wide in surprise, exposing all his few teeth to the air.

Can anyone tell me what happened and how this kid did it!

Surprised drinkers clamored for Old Tom to pay the reward and fulfill the Leaky Cauldron's promise.Others loudly ordered drinks, hoping to use this as an excuse to get drunk.

As for Mesa, being miserable is the most realistic portrayal of him now, and a pint is still a bit too much for him.

His face was as pale as Steele Martin just now, and you could even see the blood vessels buried under the skin; his gastric juices were constantly churning, and his internal organs seemed to be turned into a pot of porridge.

Seemingly seeing Mesa's poor state at this time, the kind-hearted Steele Martin secretly helped Mesa up and walked to the dark room behind the bar under the leadership of Old Tom.

Steele Martin settled Mesa on one of the chairs, and Old Tom lit the lamp, which instantly filled the room with light.

This dark room was very much in line with the shabby style of the Leaky Cauldron. The cramped room was sparsely decorated, with only a small table and two uncomfortable chairs.

Although his stomach was turbulent, Mesa's brain was very clear.He was not as stiff as a dead fish, but sat on the chair, his eyes always staring at Old Tom and Martin.

"I really want to know, how did you persist?" Steele Martin sat carelessly on the small table, turning a blind eye to Old Tom's eyes.

"If you don't push yourself once, you will never know where your limit is." Mesa said, the pain caused by Gamp's old social wine is gradually fading, but the terrible taste left in his mouth lingers. .

Steele Martin nodded thoughtfully and said, "Thank you, you taught me a good lesson."

Pushing yourself to keep going is why Mesa can drink a pint while Martin can only keep fish.

For Steele Martin, although he was not very wealthy, the reward of one hundred gold galleons was not a necessity. He only chose to challenge the reputation of Gamp's old social wine out of interest.

One hundred gold galleons may not buy much. After all, purchasing a copy of "Advanced Potion Making" requires nine galleons, but this bonus is very important to Mesa, who has nothing to offer.

It not only allows him to have extra money, but also allows him to better understand this strange magical world.Being prepared is always a commendable habit.

If Mesa hadn't been in dire need of the money, he wouldn't have challenged Gamp.

In Mesa's opinion, this is an extremely boring and meaningless thing, a waste of his limited life.