Chapter 159 Birthday Party

Today, the Three Broomsticks is much more lively than before.

The proprietress, Ms. Rosmerta, hung up the closing sign early and decorated her bar with other residents in the village.

The Hog's Head, owned by Aberforth Dumbledore, also closed early. He brought his collection of fire whiskey and some food to the Three Broomsticks.

"Humph!"

As soon as Aberforth entered the bar, he saw his annoying brother. He ignored Albus Dumbledore, walked through the crowd to the bar, and handed the wine and food he brought to Ms. Rosmerta.

Dumbledore, who wanted to say hello to his brother, raised his hand, but saw that the other party turned his head and ignored his action. Dumbledore could only put his hand down again, his blue eyes drooped slightly, and after a flash of dimness, he quickly covered it with a smile.

"Aberforth still won't forgive you?"

Flitwick, who was sitting opposite him, saw the whole process. He was familiar with the grievances between the two brothers, and shook his head with emotion.

"It's been so long, and you are both old men now. What's there to be upset about?"

"Maybe it's only possible when I close my eyes forever... Although Aberforth often said that he would never forgive me even if I died..."

Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, and then took the initiative to change the subject.

"Okay, let's not talk about these unhappy things. What do you recommend for the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next semester, Filius?"

"Don't even think about hitting on my friend! You bad old man!"

Professor Flitwick warned sharply.

Dumbledore didn't give up, and continued to persuade: "If it's just one school year, there's still no problem."

"Impossible! Give up on this idea!"

Professor Flitwick was unmoved and shook his head quickly.

"And even if I introduce them to you, they won't come. In the entire English wizarding world, those who are willing to come to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts are either talented and bold, or just fools."

He concluded categorically.

"Fools...?" Dumbledore stroked his beard and muttered softly, "Then I have a good candidate. If you really can't find anyone, you can only let him try. If it's just one year... it should be no problem. It's just right..."

His voice gradually became smaller, and Flitwick didn't hear the rest of it.

"Alas, I don't know which unlucky guy is targeted by you, a bad old man..."

But Flitwick didn't care. He took a sip of butter beer and sighed with his head shaking. He was not interested in reminding the unknown unlucky guy. Anyway, as long as he was not his friend, it would be fine.

Just as the two were chatting about all sorts of things, professors from Hogwarts and residents of Hogsmeade came to the Three Broomsticks one after another.

By the time it got dark, the bar was already full of people. People gathered in groups of three or five, saying hello to each other, chatting, and helping to decorate the bar.

Even when the Three Broomsticks was doing the best business, it was not as lively as it is now.

"Bang!"

As the door of the bar was knocked open, a small figure rushed in from outside. It was today's birthday boy, Firth.

"Oh, our little protagonist today is here."

As Dumbledore spoke, everyone in the bar looked at Firth.

However, Firth had no time to pay attention to these. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Dumbledore surrounded by many people in the center. His tall stature, snow-white hair and long beard were still very recognizable.

"Bad old man! Where is my dragon egg?!" (●ΦДΦ●)

Firth got in front of Dumbledore from the crowd and asked loudly.

"Fish! What did you promise me today?!"

Professor McGonagall, who was a step late, just walked into the bar and heard Fish calling Dumbledore's nickname, so she reminded him loudly.

"Meow!"

Fish shrank his neck when he heard Professor McGonagall's voice, and then changed his words a little unaccustomedly: "Albus, you said you would give me a dragon egg, meow!"

He stretched out his hands and kept waving in front of Dumbledore. (●ΦωΦ)

"Of course I brought the dragon egg," Dumbledore touched Fish's head happily, and quickly retracted his hand before he opened his mouth to bite himself, "I have given it to Ms. Rosmerta to help make today's birthday cake, and prepared a small portion of fried eggs for you."

"Aunt Rosmerta! The cake is ready, meow?!"

Fish immediately left the bad old man and changed his target, but this time he remembered to call the name, which made Ms. Rosmerta feel a little relieved.

So she smiled and replied, "It's already done. Thanks to you, I have the opportunity to use dragon eggs to make food."

"You actually have a dragon cake? I've made a lot of money this time."

"Praise Fish!"

"Too extravagant, really extravagant! Fish, well done!"

Others heard Fish's conversation and laughed in response.

The only one who felt sad was Hagrid. He looked at Dumbledore with a tangled face, his big hands covering his chest, heartbroken and speechless.

Now that the real owner has arrived, the birthday party will naturally begin. The two bartenders and the elf Komi work together to deliver the prepared food and drinks to everyone, and Ms. Rosmerta personally recommends it from the back kitchen. A huge cake came out.

When Fish saw the cake, he immediately jumped up on the chair, stretched his neck, and kept twitching his nose.

The smell of the fire dragon cake is not much different from that of ordinary cakes, but there is a faint sulfur smell in it. This sulfur smell has also been smelled by Fisher on Noble.

Ms. Rosmerta pushed the cake in front of Fish, and he immediately wanted to reach out to grab it, but then Professor McGonagall next to him slapped his little paws away.

"What's the rush? I haven't blown out the candles yet."

After being reminded by Professor McGonagall, Fish remembered that there was a boring "ritual" before eating the birthday cake.

So while Fish was waiting anxiously, everyone sang happy birthday to him in unison, and then he blew out the candles on the cake, and had to wait for Professor McGonagall to cut the big cake into countless small pieces before he could eat it. Serve him the long-awaited fire dragon cake.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." (●Φ~Φ●)

Fish held the largest piece of cake in his hands, ate it with big mouthfuls, and smeared the cream all over his face.

After a while, a large piece of cake disappeared into Fish's mouth.

Professor McGonagall took out a handkerchief, wiped Fish's cream-covered face, and asked angrily: "How is it? Are the dragon eggs delicious?"

"It's not very delicious. Feixu is at a huge loss."ω

Fei Xu told the truth with a very annoyed expression. If he had known better, he would have asked the bad old man to change the reward.

Compared with ordinary cakes, the dragon cake has a spicy taste, but unlike the taste of chili, there is no extra fragrance, only a pure burning sensation.

The same goes for the small portion of fried dragon eggs specially prepared for Fei Xu. Compared with ordinary fried eggs, it also has a spicy taste, but there is no other difference.

"You little loser."

Professor McGonagall was dumbfounded and pulled the cat ears on Fish's head.

"Feixu is not a prodigal!" (●ΦДΦ●)

Shaking his head to avoid Professor McGonagall's hand, Fish protested loudly. Then he shook his ears and asked curiously: "Minerva, what is a prodigal?"

Professor McGonagall: "..."

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The lively birthday party lasted until late at night. Except for the fire dragon cake and fire dragon omelette, which disappointed Fei Xu, the other food was very satisfying to him.

At this moment, the door of the bar was kicked open, and then several wizards with hidden appearances walked in from the outside.

"Didn't you say the bar is closed?! What are you doing?!"

As soon as the visitors came in, they started shouting loudly. They were all tourists coming to Hogsmeade from outside, and they were also dark wizards who came to the Pig's Head Bar to conduct secret transactions and have a drink by the way.

As a result, they rushed to the Pig's Head Bar, only to find that it was closed. Although the Three Broomsticks on the other end also had a closed sign, it was very noisy inside.

Originally, it was just like this, and they didn't have much objection. However, the key point was that when the waiter at the Pig Head Bar went back to get the wine, he was recognized by one of them.

So the more they thought about it, the more angry they became. They gathered together and angrily ran to look for trouble.

Just when the leader wanted to continue shouting as planned so that Ms. Rosmerta could do their business and see if they could make some extra money, a boy behind him suddenly reached out and covered his chest. mouth.

"Uh huh!!!"

The leading dark wizard struggled angrily, but was restrained by the other younger brothers.

"Sorry, sorry," one of the boys nodded obsequiously and said, "My friend drank too much. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Let's leave now. Let's leave now!"

After saying that, several people worked together to drag their boss outside.

The leader also came to his senses, stopped struggling, and then carefully looked at the people in the bar...

It’s not a big deal, it’s Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard in the wizarding world, Severus Snape, who is famous in Knockturn Alley, and Philip, the former dueling champion. Us Flitwick and a series of other big names he had basically only seen in newspapers and magazines...

Then, the dark wizard's scrutinizing gaze finally fell on Fish, who was surrounded by a group of big shots.

Judging from the lights and colorful decorations in the bar, this group of people should be celebrating the birthday of this little boy with cat ears...

If you look closely, you will see that the little boy is not ordinary cute.

That's all, he doesn't remember the faults of villains, let's forget about today's matters...

He didn't give in! It's just that for Feishu's sake, he doesn't want to argue with these people!

The dark wizard held his head up stubbornly and allowed his younger brothers to drag him out of the Three Broomsticks.

"Minerva, what are they here for? Why did they leave without giving Fish a gift?"ω

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