Melee wizards at Hogwarts

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall and refusing to let her take him to Apparition, Parsifal walked out of the main entrance of the Leaky Cauldron and walked through the streets of London, quickly purchasing what he needed.

In London of this era, international trade was relatively developed, but some things were still hard to buy. But thanks to the fact that this is an unscientific world with wizards, there are some alternatives after all. Two hours later, Parsifal returned to the Leaky Cauldron with a bag full of belongings.

Pushing open the greasy and dilapidated door, he walked directly to the counter and put down the large and small bags he was carrying.

"Tom, I have a business worth at least a few hundred gold galleons that I need to talk to you about."

——The 11-year-old little wizard Parsifal declared this under the confused gaze of his boss Tom Abbott.

"This is, um, by the way, Mr. Williams, right? What do you want to talk about? The Leaky Cauldron is not a place for children to brew potions."

Tom looked carefully at the large and small bags that Parsifal brought. Inside were various bottles, glass and plastic. The liquids in the bottles looked like he had never seen before, transparent and black. Orange.

"It's probably just another kid who wanted to mix something here on a whim."

With a secret twitch at the corner of his mouth, Tom decided to say a few words to send this little guy away.

"Tom, how much does your bar make in a week?"

Parsifal could hear the disdain in Tom's words, but he still picked out what he needed from the bag.

- Shaker, labeled spoons, a set of measuring cups, fine sieve, and cocktail glasses.

He wandered around London for a long time in the afternoon, and finally spent a lot of money to practice the art of bartending in an American bar in Soho. But he couldn't bear to let the child trap the wolf, and he was confident that he could earn it back.

"Forty gold galleons, this is the Leaky Cauldron."

Tom raised his head slightly and said proudly, hoping to make this little guy, no matter what he was thinking about, quit.

The numbers he mentioned were watered down. To be precise, this figure not only includes the income from the bar's food and wine, but also includes accommodation and some "intermediary fees" that cannot be explained, and it is slightly doubled on this basis.

"Then I'll give you 50 gold galleons and cover your bar for a week!"

Parsifal took out a wad of pounds from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

"This, um, young master, what do you want to do with my little bar?"

When the somewhat rickety Tom heard this, his back straightened up. His right hand subconsciously wanted to grab the pound on the table, but he still slowly took it back. He is not a Muggle wizard, and pounds cannot be exchanged for gold galleons in his hands.

"It's very simple. I want to renovate this dirty, dilapidated, messy, unprogressive bar that is completely wasting the area." Parsifal pointed behind the counter, then turned to the wall, the hall, and the door. Finally landed back on the bar. "I'm not saying that your Leaky Cauldron is rubbish, but that all bars in the wizarding world are rubbish."

Tom's originally pale face suddenly turned red, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He was undoubtedly preparing words to condemn Parsifal, a little guy who didn't know how to be humble. But this was also Parsifal's intention.

——Without provocation in such a shocking way, Tom, who is stuck in the rules, will not seriously listen to the advice of a young wizard, even if the other party is undoubtedly correct.

"Don't be anxious to get angry. I don't mean to provoke. If you are not convinced, just sit back and watch my performance."

Putting a finger between his lips, Parsifal pushed back what Tom wanted to say. Then he washed his hands with the faucet at the bar, picked up the mixing glass, and prepared to resume his old business.

——The head sommelier at a private club in the Pangu Building in the imperial capital. This was his job when he was "over there". Parsifal was able to get the opportunity to work as a helper at such a young age precisely because of his superb bartending skills.

"Gin, vermouth, and just a martini(i)."

Parsifal looked at the raw materials he had purchased and made his choice.

Martini can be said to be the king of cocktails. "It starts with Martini and ends with Martini." As early as 79, the United States had published a book recording more than 260 ways to make Martini.

The most classic martini is dry, but considering the wizarding world's lack of understanding of cocktails and their love for sweet flavors, Percival decided to make certain modifications to the recipe and make a sweet martini.

Pour a few ice cubes, 6 drops of vermouth, and 15 ounces of gin into a mixing glass, then mix with a standard spoon, ten times is better, and the strength is always strong. Sift the ice and pour it into the glass. There are no black olives, so I choose a quarter of a lime to decorate the rim of the glass...

The enjoyment of cocktails is not only about the taste, but also the actions of the bartender himself. Don't be hasty, don't be slow, the intensity is appropriate, and the smooth and smooth preparation process will make the wine taste even better.

"Please, Martini."

On the black coaster, the outer wall of the crystal clear inverted triangular cocktail glass is covered with light white frost. The light yellow lemon-like liquor displays a simple beauty under the decoration of lime on the rim of the glass.

A series of operations went smoothly, and the king of cocktails in the Muggle world finally appeared in the wizarding world for the first time today. Old Tom was stunned for a moment, and he took the wine glass tremblingly and looked around. As if reluctant to destroy this treasure.

Intense sweet fruit aroma, mixed with a hint of lemon, and the unobtrusive acidity adds some layers to the sweetness. After entering the mouth, the wine is light and smooth, making it easy to drink. But the vermouth in the base wine, a flavored wine made with wine as the base and infusions of aromatic plants, forms a perfect harmony with the strong juniper aroma of gin.

Parsifal has always believed that among the many alcoholic beverages in the Western world, wine, whiskey, brandy, etc. all have impressive places, but for beginners, nothing is more likely to shock people than a properly prepared cocktail. feel.

"Continued Cup!"

Within a moment, Tom finished the martini in his hand and subconsciously raised his head to ask for another glass.

But what he saw was Parsifal, who had already washed the bartending tools and put them back in his bag, looking at him leisurely.

"My dear Mr. Tom, perhaps we can talk about the price now?"

A smile appeared in the corners of Parsifal's eyes. From Tom's reaction, he already knew the outcome of this negotiation.