Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Ah ha ha ha..." the store manager laughed dryly and scratched his head, "So, is it actually because Miss Mia was too excited to see the idol, so she blushed? I thought she was some kind of harasser!"

Blake held an ice pack on his head and stared at him.

Next to him, Miss Mia was holding an ice pack to apply ice to him with a distressed look on her face.

"You can't blame me!" the store manager said confidently, "You don't look like a good person! How can a good person get so many tattoos and wear a long coat before going out!"

"???WTF? This is this year's popular style!" Blake became angry, "This is the new style of clothing I customized at Madam Malkin's house!"

"Mrs. Malkin? What is that? How can anyone make their own clothes at home nowadays?" the store manager mocked, "You didn't just find a tailor to mend a rag for you! Do you think this is called special?" Is it customized?”

"What did you say!" Blake's face flushed, "Damn it, I have to let you know today how shallow your definition of trends is!"

The store manager flicked the blond hair flying in front of his forehead, "Come on, boy! I want you to see how powerful I am!"

So, under everyone's stunned gaze, the two guys started a discussion about dressing sense, or should I say...a quarrel?

"Isn't it a headache to have such an elder?" Robert looked up and saw that it was the beautiful waitress, Mia, who was holding a very beautiful-looking cold drink in her hand, "Here, please give me yours .”

Robert quickly thanked him, took the cold drink, and took a sip. Well, it was so cold.

"He's not an Interpol police officer, is he?" Mia sat opposite Robert, her eyes lingering on Blake's bruised face, "I think he should be a detective?"

"Ah, speaking of that." Robert put down the cold drink in his hand and asked doubtfully, "I have wanted to ask for a long time, why do you all know Blake?"

"Huh?" Mia came back to her senses, blinked her beautiful blue eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Don't you watch TV?"

"I've been a little busy lately, and I don't have the patience to wait for the TV show to air." Robert explained casually, "So, what happened?"

Mia flipped up her hair, "Well, it's nothing..."

She obviously didn't want to say it.

Robert was a little confused. At this moment, someone turned on the TV in the coffee shop. Robert's attention was instantly attracted. Three minutes later, he finally knew the reason for everything. He looked at Black with a strange expression. This uncle was like this. Yes, it’s popular?

Because his name kept being mentioned, Blake finally looked up from all the discussions about clothing, and then he saw his photo.

"Hey... isn't this me?" Blake asked doubtfully, "Why do they want to... um, show my photo on the TV? Damn it, this is the photo taken when they imprisoned me!"

The store manager looked at the TV and said with some schadenfreude, "Those reporters like this kind of explosive news. What's so good about those formal photos in straight suits? Only jail photos like this are attractive enough!"

As he said that, he looked at Blake, "Seriously, man, you are the first guy in so many years who can match my taste!"

Blake smiled awkwardly but politely. I don't want to discuss fashion with a scumbag like you at all!

"So, I want to buy you a drink." The store manager said, getting up and going to get his own good wine.

"Oh no, no, no, George, you're too enthusiastic. I'm going to buy something!" Blake declined quickly, but was grabbed by the store manager and pinned down on his seat.

"Don't move! This is my treasure! 30 years ago, my father and I brewed coffee wine ourselves! This is the best tasting can!" the store manager said with a smile, "You have never tasted it! "

Blake's face turned green, coffee wine?

What the hell is that?

Wine made from coffee beans?

What should it taste like? Bitter and astringent?

It was completely unimaginable to smell that weird smell. Blake's butt moved on the bench, and he was about to reach the corridor, and then he could pull Robert away...

"Mr. Black! Can you sign for me?" Miss Mia came to Black's seat at a speed that ordinary people could not look at directly, and handed over a ballpoint pen and signature paper in her hand.

Blake swallowed, "Sister, I'm about to escape successfully..."

"Yes, yes, yes, look at my memory!" The store manager poked his big head out of the back kitchen, "Since everyone is here, let's leave something behind!"

As he spoke, he winked.

Leave something...what...

Blake took a breath, this, this is a black shop!

"Oh! George! I like the taste!" Black shouted, "One more!"

"If you like it, drink more!!" the store manager shouted, "They don't even drink with me! They say this wine is too strong! Damn it! How can a wine that is not strong be wine!"

"They don't know how to appreciate it!" Blake burped full of coffee and wine and shouted cheerfully, "Cheers to our friendship!"

"Cheers!" the store manager shouted, and the two of them had another drink.

Fortunately, the cafe had stopped operating long ago, otherwise the customers would have started cursing at this time.

Perhaps it was alcohol that paralyzed Blake's spirit. He put aside all his usual worries and joked with the store manager. The two sang songs at the wine table and danced in a way that no one could understand.

They didn't stop until the two guys were so drunk.

"I just said this wine is too strong." A waiter muttered in a low voice, "God, how long will it take us to clean up with so much broken glass!"

Because they were so drunk, the two guys basically threw one glass after another, leaving glass shards under their seats.

Cleaning up is a big job.

"Bring them out first." Mia looked at Blake with a worried look, "It would be bad if they get scratched."

So, several people went to find rubber gloves and rubber shoes, and finally rescued the two drunkards from their seats.

"Really," said a waiter, "I have to send the boss home. By the way, boy, can you handle this big man by yourself?"

He was asking Robert.

After all, Robert is a lot shorter than Blake, so he doesn't look like he can take people away.

Robert made a no problem gesture and easily helped Blake up.

"Let me help you!" Mia volunteered, undoubtedly unable to lift an arm, "I'll help you send him back!"

As she said that, she glanced at Blake with a shy expression.

...Your bad intentions are already written on your face, Miss Mia!