I was Hermione's puppy at Hogwarts

Would anyone really want to drink such a drink?Fred and George were a little confused. Just looking at the long queue at the door of the bar, they became a little uncertain again.

As for why someone would invent a drink that smells like girls’ feet, it’s not surprising. After all, Bibi’s multi-flavored beans even have a booger flavor in them.But Fred never understood, how did these people taste the smell of boogers?Could it be that they had eaten boogers before?

"Would you like to try it?" George winked at his brother.As a teenager who loves pranks, how could he not try this novel drink?

"It's up to you." Fred shrugged and accepted his brother's advice.The two of them took Lovell to the end of the line.

The line shortened quickly, and less than 10 minutes later it was the brothers' turn.

"Underage wizards are not allowed to drink alcohol." The security guard at the door stopped Fred who wanted to enter.Not to mention their childish and excessive faces, their short stature alone is enough to prove that they are definitely not adults.

The bartender even wondered if the two were in third grade.

"We are not here to buy wine, we want to try the new product here, Magic Lemon Tea." Fred explained.

"Okay, remember, you can't buy alcohol. Also, watch your dog, don't let it run around and bite you. If it poops everywhere, you will be fined." The uncle warned again before putting the two dogs away. Put people in.

Lovell's eyes were red with anger: He is not the kind of puppy that urinates everywhere!

"Be good, be good, they are rare and strange." George comforted the wolf cub.

The two came to the bar and ordered three cups of magic lemon tea.

"Three cups of magic lemon tea."

"Three sikos, what color tea bags do you want?"

"Huh?" Fred didn't react for a moment.

Mrs. Rostamer, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks bar, looked at the two childish teenagers and couldn't help but chuckled: "There are two colors: black and white, which one do you want?"

Although he didn't understand why the tea bags were specially colored, Fred still said casually: "It must be black."

"Ice or body temperature?"

"?"

"……body temperature."

"Are there any requirements for cups?"

"Just plain."

After a few odd conversations, Fred completed his order.

This drink was not expensive, you could order one for a siko, but when it was delivered by Mrs. Rostammer, both Fred and George were shocked.

The bar cup is made to look like a boot and is covered with a layer of leather, which makes it soft to the touch.The cup is black as a whole, and there is a golden chain and buckle along the leather boot body. At first glance, it looks no different from the short boots that girls often wear in winter.

There was warm lemon tea in the cup. It did smell slightly sour, but when you taste it carefully, you can see that there is a hint of sweetness in the sour taste.

As for whether this was the smell of a girl's feet, Fred and George didn't know.

The two of them looked into the cup with curiosity and found that there was a thin line on the edge of the tea cup.After pulling the thin thread twice, a delicate little tea bag was pulled out.

The first time he saw the tea bag, Fred understood what Mrs. Rostamer meant by "black or white."

The texture of this tea bag is black silk fabric. Judging from its appearance, it looks like it is made from a girl's stockings - of course, it is not worn.Some people may be disappointed, but for the sake of quality control, Japanese magicians were forced to make concessions and just made the tea bags look like stockings.

The fine stitching tightly wraps the tea leaves and seasonings in the black fabric, making them looming. It is this looming hazy feeling, combined with the smell emanating from the tea bag, that is the most attractive thing about this drink. The most exciting place.

The wolf cub used his paws to fish out the black silk tea bag in his cup. After staring at the tea bag for a moment, the wolf cub took it into his mouth and sucked it slowly.

The sour and sweet juice was squeezed out from the gaps in the fabric and flowed into the wolf cub's mouth.The juice between the lips and teeth brought back memories of the wolf cub, and the rubbing sensation brought by the silk fabric was even more stimulating, making it narrow its eyes in satisfaction.

"How is it? What does it smell like?" Fred and George looked at the wolf cub curiously, their eyes full of curiosity. "Is it really... what they advertise?"

The wolf cub nodded. The smell was almost the same as the smell of Hermione's little feet that it had smelled. It had that girl's unique smell.

"Wow!" Fred and George opened their mouths in surprise, but they quickly responded: "How do you know...?"

"Because I smelled it at Hermione's house before," Lovell's tail waggled inadvertently and continued: "She also hid her shoes in the shoe cabinet, but how could a layer of wood stop them? What about the smell? I don’t know what she thinks, but it’s actually not bad.”

In the eyes of wolf cubs, there is no difference between hands and feet, they are nothing more than forelimbs and hindlimbs. It is normal for wolves in the pack to smell each other's scent, which is completely a basic operation of the wolf clan.

Thinking of this, Lovell missed Hermione a little bit again.It suddenly occurred to me that Christmas is coming soon?The bad old man promised that he could go back to Granger's house during the holidays. He shouldn't go back on it, right?

"Well, I didn't expect Lovell to have quite a lot of experience." After hearing Lovell's answer, Fred looked at the tea cup in his hand and expressed his inner feelings.

"Try it!" Fred and George drank the lemon tea in the cup together, and then they winked together.

"So this is what girls smell like? It doesn't seem to be anything special. Bibi's multi-flavored beans without the smell of boogers are shocking."

After drinking their magic lemon tea, Fred and George got back to work on their smuggling business.

The two of them came to the bar and ordered drinks according to the order. During this period, one cup after another of lemon tea was sold, and the Three Broomsticks bar was filled with the unique smell of lemon tea...

The wolf cub was sitting on the chair bored, playing with the tea bag with his paws, and looking around aimlessly.

When his vision swept across a potted plant, Lovell suddenly perked up his ears and straightened up - he saw a small leather bag in the potted plant.

The wolf cub immediately jumped off the chair, quickly picked up the small leather bag and put it on the table.

Lovell's movements were so nimble that no one noticed it at all.

After doing all this, the wolf cub began to observe the leather bag it had just "captured", and then he saw a line of small words at the mouth of the bundle:

[This item belongs to Professor Thomas Dimit, may Merlin bless him]

Wolf Cub: This name sounds so familiar!

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The second one is here!