Settle at Hogwarts

The originally exciting and exciting sport now seems to Taber to be full of loopholes and extremely boring.

Marcus was still chattering beside him, and Tubo simply controlled the broom to fly higher.

Although Marcus still wanted to get close to his godfather, who had never seen him before, but considering that the Quidditch activities he organized were still going on, he did not follow him.

"After becoming stronger, it really becomes a little less fun."

Tabor fished it out casually and held the golden snitch in his hand.

"competition is over!"

Marcus was a little excited. He didn't expect that his godfather would catch the Golden Snitch in just a few minutes.

Tabor threw the Snitch in his hand to his godson.

"Okay, let's have fun. I'm going to go to Hogsmeade now."

After Tabor finished speaking, he didn't bother to take back the broomstick.He flew directly and slowly towards the direction of the Three Broomsticks.

There are not many people in the pub. In fact, except for weekends and holidays, it is not too busy most of the time.

"Professor Prince, what are you going to do today?"

Tabor sat directly at the bar: "A glass of gin."

"Okay, Professor Prince."

Ms. Rosmerta twisted her waist and turned around.He picked up a transparent glass bottle on the edge of the counter and poured clear wine from it.Then, he pushed the cup in front of Tabor.

"Speaking of which, I recently learned some bartending skills in a Muggle pub. Do you want to try it?"

Tabor sniffed the mellow and elegant aroma that filled the air, and took a sip of the gin in the glass.

After taking a look at the few customers in the store, Tabor also understood why Ms. Rosmerta was so leisurely at this time.

"Okay, how about just gin?"

Ms. Rosmerta smiled and nodded, obviously pleased to be able to sell one more glass of wine.

"Would a martini be okay?"

"what ever."

Tabor didn't pay too much attention. He didn't know much about cocktails.

It’s just for leisure and relaxation anyway, so there’s no harm in giving it a try.

"It is said that Muggles call this drink the heart of a cocktail. To be honest, I really don't understand this term."

Ms. Rosmerta complained a little, but her hands moved slowly, pouring the thick syrup into the cup, and adding gin, bitters, vermouth and other things one by one.

Then a spoon starts stirring automatically.

"I am in a Muggle tavern. This step needs to be done by myself, but the effect is far less effective than using magic."

Ms. Rosmerta watched the movements of the spoon while she prepared a transparent cocktail glass and an olive on one side.

"Magic can indeed be a lot more convenient."

Tabor sighed sincerely.

Not long after, a glass of wine was placed in front of him.

Ms. Rosmerta noticed that there were no other guests and sat down across from Tabor.

"Why, Professor Prince doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Tabor shook his head. He just suddenly felt a little empty. To put it simply, he had nothing to do.

Life is very long, and cherishing time seems completely unnecessary.

As for the existing games or sports activities, they are not interesting to Tabor.

With my current body, even if I were to participate in the Quidditch World Cup, I would still feel like I was bullying a child.

"Isn't coming to the pub just to kill time? What do you think? Ms. Rosmerta."

"Ah! Yes."

Ms. Rosmerta nodded in agreement: "Speaking of which, I have always been curious about your age, Professor!"

Tabor put his arms on the bar and leaned his head on it: "Actually, many people should know my age. After all, there are still many classmates in our class who have not turned into portraits."

Ms. Rosmerta listened quietly.

"I was born in 1924, and I will be 68 in January."

The shock on Ms. Rosmerta's face could not be concealed. She did not know Professor Prince well.Because when she entered Hogwarts, Tubbo was already a professor.

After school started this year, Ms. Rosmerta heard many people talking about the former Prince principal in her pub.

Only then did she realize that the person who had disappeared for more than ten years had regained his youth when he returned.

But, not before seeing the real person.Ms. Rosmerta didn't believe the rumors among drinkers.

After all, the credibility of drunkards' words is always worrying.

She even suspected that someone had borrowed Professor Prince's name, and there was absolutely no way that the young professor teaching at Hogwarts could be the real Principal Prince.

Ms. Rosmerta moved the stool beneath her and put her head close to Tabor's ear.

While blowing, he asked: "Can you teach me how to restore my youth?"

Taber tilted his head and looked at the still charming Ms. Rosmerta for a while. Thinking of her "extensive" connections, he suddenly felt suspicious in his heart.

Could it be that most of the so-called connections are obtained through...?

Tabor took a sip to calm down his shock, and then like a magic stick, he took out an amulet stained with divine power from his pocket.

"Here's the secret, it depends on whether your heart is pious."

The information in the tavern is very good, and Ms. Rosmerta has also seen some drinkers bringing similar things with them.

"that's it?"

Rosmerta looked at the pendant with some doubts, but in her heart, she classified Tabor among the crazy people.

Perhaps, it is the price that needs to be paid to restore youth.

"Don't believe it. Many of the people who got the pendant should have experienced some changes. If you have enough ability, you can make some insinuations and you will know its effect."

Ms. Rosmerta put the pendant away suspiciously, and when she wanted to chat a few more words, she saw another guest entering the tavern.

"Madam, what would you like to order?"

Rosmerta said as she walked out of the bar and approached the table where the woman was sitting.

Tabor propped his head, feeling the feedback of his faith.I have gained more or less from the faith collectors I sent out.

If most people didn't want it, others would find out that they could actually use the real or fake gadgets to realize their wishes.Now the Faith Collector can become something that everyone wants.

"Professor Prince, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Tabor turned sideways: "Professor Quirrell, how was your Christmas vacation?"

"It's great. I went to Romania again. It's such a magical place. To be honest, I almost want to quit my job as Muggle Studies professor and settle there forever."

"Romania, the dragons there are delicious."

Quirrell thought he heard it wrong, and said awkwardly: "Yes, dragons are very edible."

Tubo didn't pay attention to Quirrell's words. If he hadn't met Voldemort during his adventure, he probably wouldn't have died in June of 1992.

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