My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The Gamp Vintage Social Wine Challenge is still in full swing!"

Martha let go of Nelson's hand, and with his encouragement, she walked into the creaking wooden door, just like Alice who fell into a rabbit hole, full of apprehension.

Everything in the bar was no different from what she had seen before—old and crumbling tables and chairs, suspicious stains, rough men holding glasses of wine and talking happily, lonely drinkers getting drunk alone...even the alcohol in the air The atmosphere and the customers' out-of-tune drinking orders also made her feel very familiar.

"Today we drink to our heart's content, but tomorrow everyone may fall asleep forever..."

There was a singing voice with a strong accent, and Martha looked in the direction of the singing. In a corner of the bar, several middle-aged men with unshaven beards were holding wine glasses bigger than their heads, filled with the cheapest and roughest wine glasses. Even though the wine in the glass was not enough to intoxicate them, they were already intoxicated by the alcohol. Martha was a little at a loss. In her imagination, no matter how shabby the world of wizards looks from the outside, the inside It was to be magnificent, too, adorned with gigantic dragon heads, torches carved from century-old oak burning with everlasting fires lit with whale fat, and wizards to sit cross-legged under star charts, The intoxicating smoke is lingering in the crucible. They should analyze the stars, predict the future, and study magic... Martha cannot be said to be disappointed, but seeing such an ordinary scene in front of her, even so ordinary that it is somewhat fragmented, her heart is full of tears. I felt a sense of loss that seemed like a world away.

The noisy conversation in the store froze for a moment because of Martha's arrival. The drinkers all looked towards Martha's direction. After noticing that she was just a girl who looked delicate and weak, they immediately lost sight of it. Lost interest, and returned to the more attractive wine table.

"It actually came in through this door."

"I thought the Ministry of Magic had built a wall outside the Charing Cross Road gate."

The drinkers chatted, as if they were used to going through the other door.

"...If one day I leave the banquet, please my good brother sprinkle the wine into the soil for me!"

The singing sounded again, and Martha turned her head in a daze. The wooden door had already closed behind her. Nelson and Tom didn't follow up immediately. The wizards in front of them didn't look like the three who broke into the store a few days ago. Villain, Martha mustered up her courage and walked into the store.

"Gump Vintage Social Wine Challenge, do you want to participate?" The young bartender saw the unfamiliar face at the door, his eyes flashed with joy, and he ran towards Martha carrying an oak barrel with a tap in his hands. While running, he said hastily, "250 years old wine, I guarantee that you will never forget it for the rest of your life after drinking it!"

He tried his best to promote the signboard of the Leaky Cauldron, and warned the drinkers around him who were watching happily, put the oak barrel in his hand on the table vigorously, and said enthusiastically, "You just came to England, right? If you come to England without drinking the fine wine blessed by the Alcohol Goddess, then you have come in vain, and let me tell you a secret."

The young bartender winked and said in a low voice, "As long as you can drink a pint, you can get a bonus of one hundred galleons."

Martha was a little puzzled and a little nervous. She was an experienced person in a big city, but she had never seen such a salesman chasing after her. She couldn't help stepping back, but was quickly picked up. The bartender who caught up with the drink stopped him. He blinked and looked at Martha as sincerely as possible, "Have a drink!"

As the bartender approached, the eyes of the drinkers around her focused on Martha again. Martha had been to such an American tavern before, and the drunk American men in it always looked at her with disgusting eyes, but She didn't feel the aggression in the eyes of these people. On the contrary, they were all very happy, as if they were participating in a scary game on Halloween.

Martha and the bartender looked at each other for a moment, and looked at the surrounding drinkers with pleading eyes. When they met Martha's eyes, they all smiled.

"This is a British specialty!" In the corner of the pub, a hand holding a glass rose on the round table that stopped singing, "Every British person can only drink once in a lifetime...Tom, give me another drink .”

Hearing Tom's name, Martha froze for a moment, but seeing the back of the bartender putting down his glass and trotting away, she realized that this young bartender was also called Tom. I am still working as an apprentice in the United States.

"He's right," a gentle female voice sounded beside Martha. She was startled, and turned her head to look at the empty table beside her, only to see that a pile of old rags piled there suddenly straightened up, revealing the The drunken old witch, the thing that looked like a rag turned out to be her clothes. As a tailor, Martha suddenly felt uncomfortable. The witch didn't notice her expression, and continued to say slowly, "This wine is indeed two. It was brewed at a young age of more than 150 years. At that time, due to the implementation of the secrecy law, the Leaky Cauldron Bar was about to be closed. Fortunately, Ukulele Gamp saved this store, so that we have a place where we can get drunk. The owner of the bar at that time brewed a few barrels of this kind of wine, and now only these are left, even after so many years, my tongue has been soaked in alcohol, and I can still remember the taste."

The attitude of the old witch was very different from her appearance. Martha even thought that there was a gentle sister hiding behind the stool talking to her. She looked at the wine glass that the bartender Tom left on the table, and stretched out her hand nervously. .

"Gudong..." The old witch swallowed forcefully, looked at Martha's hand reaching for the wine glass, and let out a suppressed laugh like gravel.

"Drink, drink, little girl," the drinkers laughed kindly, "It's worth a hundred Galleons."

"It's a British welcome."

Martha looked at the wine glass in front of her, smelling the smell of wine, she felt as if she was going to be drunk. Somehow, as if under the influence of some magic, she suddenly felt that she should drink some wine——The loneliness of wandering in the United States Wuyi, the grievance of being distrusted by British customers as a seamstress, the turmoil encountered in France, and the helplessness of encountering a crisis even when she returned to her shop came to her mind at the same time. Standing among the wizards, she didn't feel lonely. Martha was heartbroken, and under the greeting of a pair of wide-eyed eyes, she picked up the wine glass and poured it into her mouth.

"You can use this one hundred Galleons to hire a hundred people to slap Tom," said the witch behind her faintly, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter, "If you don't get the bonus, I'm very happy Willing to help you with this, no money."

"I'm happy too, hahaha!"

Laughter erupted one after another in the bar, converging into a jubilant ocean filled with fine wine, which even covered the sound of the door slamming open.

Nelson hurried in through the door and said loudly, "By the way, Martha, don't try that—"

He swallowed the second half of the words into his stomach, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Martha standing in front of him holding a wine glass with a "ton ton" appearance.

The moment the wine fell into her mouth, Martha felt a complex taste that she had never tasted in her life. Fragmented bubbles exploded on the tip of her tongue, and each bubble was hidden for two hundred and fifty years. The old but pure air told different stories. She felt a strange taste different from any fine wine, like magic power that became more wonderful and dreamy after hundreds of years of fermentation. Any wine is different. The taste contained in this glass of wine is so complicated that it can cause the organ that senses the taste to shut down, and even the brain will give up thinking about it. Sometimes she can taste the mellow aroma of fermented tropical fruits, but sometimes she can taste it. The table is dry and tasteless, and sometimes you can even taste the greedy hunger for the scorched leftovers when eating the rare barbecue in the West City Orphanage. At the limit, there is only a conflict of bitterness and astringency, sourness and sweetness left in the mouth, as if the winemaker had too complicated emotions when he made it, so that he wanted to stuff them all into this glass of wine.

It was too bad to drink, and Martha wanted to give up, but on the one hand, she poured it down too quickly and almost swallowed it all; A different kind of experience, she even felt that she was tasting a glass of "magic", or even tasting an era, but the bitterness that came from her mouth from time to time kept reminding her that this was a glass of old wine, or a particularly unpleasant one. This kind of oxidized flavor adds a sense of time to this glass of Gamp's aged social wine. This kind of deterioration will only make the original sweet wine bitter on weekdays, but for such a glass of wine that is hard to swallow As far as wine is concerned, it can be used as the most normal taste to balance its overly complex flavor.

"Welcome to England, miss."

The bartender Tom appeared at the bar counter at some point. He opened the drawer of the cash register, grabbed a handful of golden Galleons, and poured them into a huge wide-mouthed empty wine bottle. These were either brand new or old. Garen, who even had a different layout, collided with the walls of the glass bottle and each other, making a sound like rain. There was an unconcealable surprise in his eyes, but more of it was surprise. He shook his head, He sighed: "I must be crazy, this damn wine is actually drinkable, Merlin's pants... Merlin may not even be able to drink such a glass of wine."

Martha didn't understand what it meant to the people in the bar that she drank a glass of wine. Her ears were overwhelmed by the sound of bubbles bursting, and she didn't hear the thunderous screams around her. Martha was still immersed In the complex flavors that are still bursting in the mouth, even if the flavor of this glass of wine enters the stomach, it still stimulates the perception of the drinker. She never thought that the first time she really experienced magic was in this situation .

The guests at the Leaky Cauldron are not like the audience watching an opera in a grand theater. They don’t know how to do the elegant gesture of applauding. For a moment, the screams, cheers, whistles, and even the incomprehensible whimpering and barking almost overwhelmed the Leaky Cauldron. The top of the cauldron was about to come off, the wooden door creaked, and Tom came in after Nelson, almost deafened by the noise.

"What's going on?" He covered his ears, looked at Nelson, and after realizing that Nelson couldn't hear him, Tom yelled, "What-what happened?!!"

"Martha drank that glass of wine."

A small silver ball drilled out of Nelson's pocket, and under the control of the wand, it quickly melted into a pool of silvery liquid, forming a line of writing in the air.

"Which wine?!"

Nelson didn't continue typing. The molten iron floating in the air condensed into a shining arrow, pointing to the oak barrel behind Martha, and "Gamp's Aged Society Wine" was impressively written on it.

Tom's eyes widened immediately. Unlike Nelson, who had only read about it in books, he had personally seen a foreigner being tricked into taking a sip and almost vomited out his stomach. The bartender looked at Tom, but the barman in front of the bar looked more excited than anyone. He held the full gallon aloft, jumped around the wine table like a baboon, but was knocked over The customers who took out the wine bottles didn't feel angry, but started to revel together. Seeing this scene, Tom had an almost impossible guess in his heart. He slowly turned his head to look at Martha, and the wine glass was empty. Although Martha's heart was full of turmoil, her face remained the same.

At first, she also felt that this glass of wine was unreasonable, but after tasting it, she felt that it was the most different drink in her life. Martha turned her head slowly and looked at Nelson behind her. , showing a happy smile.

"Is this magic?"

Nelson could only see the mouth shape and couldn't hear her voice at all, but he understood what Martha meant, nodded with a smile, and said with mouth shape: "Welcome to the real London, Martha."

The bartender Tom held the large wine bottle in his hand, which obviously contained more than a hundred Galleons. He held the bottle high with both hands, and jumped off the table in the middle of the bar. In the middle, he slipped and knelt and rushed towards Martha, and stuffed the bottle in his hand into Martha's arms.

"Two hundred and fifty years!!" he roared. Tom, who grew up in a bar, had witnessed one customer after another who challenged him fall down at the first sip, and he was often ridiculed that "the ancestor brewed a barrel piss," he yelled, exasperated, "you bastards who can't drink!"

"Haha, we are trash!"

No one knew whether Martha who drank the glass of wine was a wizard or a Muggle, and they didn't care. Amidst the commotion, Martha was surrounded like heroes in a daze and held up a bottle full of Galleons.

"Crack——"

The flash lights went on, and the reporter of the Daily Prophet on vacation blinked his drunken eyes, shook the camera in his hand, and smiled at the bartender Tom, "Which 250-year-old advertisement can be taken down."