"Do you like drinking too?"
Although they had only met him once, and although Harry had given him a big fight before, as a qualified social terrorist, Harry did not have any embarrassment on his face. Instead, he greeted Arthur like an old friend.
"I just ordered a drink but I'm worried there's no one to chat with. Let's have a drink together."
Without allowing Arthur to refuse, Harry took his arm and sat on the chair opposite him, pushing a plate of snacks to accompany the wine. The cut cheese sticks and thumb crackers went well with the wine, and the crispy corn The slices also exude a strong cheese aroma.
"Thank you very much."
Compared to the duel stage, Arthur seemed to have become a little introverted and nervous, as if the clown with the crazy laughter on the stage was not the same person as him. He was very different on and off the stage.
Harry was a little curious about this change, but only a little bit, because there were so many weird people among wizards, and there were still people who could talk to the back of his head.
"I heard you say before that you are from Arkham? I don't know much about the wizarding world. Can you tell me about it? I'm quite curious about the magic schools besides Hogwarts."
"It's a small place." Arthur pursed his lips and smiled a little sheepishly, "Arkham was closed in the second year after I graduated because of poor management and the inability to recruit students, like this Many of the magic schools have disappeared now."
When mentioning his alma mater, Arthur didn't seem to be too touched. He just simply lamented that things have changed.
"But the professor who taught you the Transfiguration Technique must be quite powerful. You seem to be only twenty years old. You have already achieved this level of skills after three years of graduation. You are much better than others."
"But you still lost, didn't you?"
Compared to the time when he was so aggrieved that he was about to cry on stage, now Arthur seems to have let go of his past failure. After all, crying is indeed a bit embarrassing.
"But it's been four years since I graduated. I left school when I was sixteen. The one who really taught me the art of transformation was not the professor in the school. Maybe you don't know much about it. A small magic school like Arkham actually only teaches me the art of transformation. Some of the spells you use in daily life, my teacher gave me the enlightenment of transfiguration, but that is not good, because he is not very good at this magic."
"It should be life that really taught me the art of transfiguration."
Arthur, who gradually relaxed a little, was less nervous than before. After all, people can always talk endlessly when talking about the things they are most familiar with, especially in front of someone who is better than you, tell him something that he doesn't know. There is a subtle sense of accomplishment in knowing something.
"I work in the circus." Arthur smiled slightly, with a hint of caution. "It took me three years to learn how to be a clown and play this role well, but in the next year I But I found that as a clown, I can’t make others laugh.”
"Maybe I don't have the talent. My jokes are very cold and I can't make my audience laugh."
"So I was kicked out."
"But you still want to stand on the stage, right?" Harry chewed a cheese stick that was full of milk. If Arthur completely gave up the role that he had worked hard for three years to get, then he probably wouldn't show up. Here, on the duel stage.
"I want people to see me more, even if they don't see me because I can make them laugh, but that's not bad, right."
"I used to be unsure whether I really existed, but now I am extremely sure." When he said these words, Arthur's eyes seemed to have some fresh light, "I have a disease, a kind of disease that only exists when I am sad. A disease that makes you laugh out loud, a disease that only makes you laugh out loud when you are happy.”
"I can't cry, but I also want to thank you. If you hadn't knocked me out in the end, I would probably be considered a madman, but it's not bad to be a madman. At least that way, people will start to notice I."
Arthur took a deep look at Harry, wondering what he was thinking.
But soon, his vision was blocked. A huge wine barrel floated in front of him. The waiter with fairy blood patted the oak barrel inlaid with the brand of 'Girl's Fuge'.
"The wine you requested is here, sir. Do you want some food to go with it?"
He handed over a menu, but Harry didn't even open it.
"Then get one first."
A small bag of heavy gold galleons was handed over by Harry. His fingers lightly traced a circle on the oak barrel, and then he directly opened the skull of the barrel.
A strong fruity aroma wafted out, and a stream of water flew into the goblet, magically sobering up the wine, which was more suitable for a guy like Harry who was drinking from a bucket.
The waiter with sparkling eyes was bowed a little more respectfully by the heavy touch in his hand. He raised his hand slightly to the side, and the music in the tavern became more cheerful, and there seemed to be a faint aroma. Wafting up was the delicious powdery scent of the dancer.
"Isn't this a serious tavern?"
Harry glanced at the waiter teasingly.
"But it's not impossible to be less serious."
"But I am a serious person." Harry drank down the light amber liquid in the glass without saying anything. After seeing what stunning beauty was in the world, he completely dismissed these mundane beauties.
"Excuse me, sir, the wine and dinner you requested will be here soon. They are all made from the freshest ingredients, from"
"I don't want Japanese seafood. If you dare to serve a plate of octopus with more than twenty legs, I will demolish your store."
"How is that possible!" The waiter's voice rose two degrees as if he was insulted. "How could I use something that even dogs can't eat to stain your eyes, my distinguished guest?"
The waiter who quickly excused himself hurriedly ran to the kitchen. Judging from the pleased expression on his face, he probably wanted to use his whip to supervise the chef.
After a few glasses of wine and a sumptuous seafood dinner, Arthur, who was a little dizzy and tongue-tied, talked to Harry about another side of the wizarding world that Harry had never seen.
It was the life of small characters and small people. Compared with them, the students in the ivory tower of Hogwarts seemed to be living in a dream. Only after leaving school, the truest side of the magical world would gradually emerge.
And in this real world, what interests Harry the most is the golden belt that is not used for murder and arson.
If there is a faster way to make money than robbing a bank, then it must be to rob a drug lord's house. Although the latter is more dangerous than the former, the rewards will definitely be greater.
Harry is not very short of money now, and there are still a few million in the Gringotts vault that he has no place to spend.
But what interests him is not the gold, but that there, in that cruel and cunning lawless land, there is a paradise where he can do whatever he wants.
The duel competition is a bit too boring. At least so far, Harry has failed to achieve his purpose of participating in the competition. His theoretical foundation is solid enough, but he lacks the experience to transform these theories into actual strength.
"Let's practice with you guys."
Harry drank the last glass of wine. There was still half a drop of wine in the empty barrel. Arthur, who had talked a lot with Harry, had already hunched his shoulders and buried his head in the soft sofa. .
(End of chapter)
