Chapter 142: A Small Gathering
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Chapter 142: A Small Gathering
Three broomsticks.
Madam Rosmerta brought two cups of mead. "The finest oak-aged mead, low in alcohol content, you'll surely enjoy."
"Thank you, madam."
She smiled, nodding, then turned to attend to other guests.
Berlby surveyed the ambiance of the tavern. Apart from a few young wizards and witches, there were also seven or eight adult wizards engaged in hushed conversations.
"I feel like this place is doing much better business than the Hog's Head," he remarked.
"The Hog's Head specializes in strong spirits, not frequented by young wizards," Felix Harp explained. "Also, the appeal of the proprietor and the interior environment there is worlds apart."
Berlby cast a glance at the graceful figure of Madam Rosmerta and then thought of the wrinkles on the Hog's Head owner's face and the dirty glasses, particularly the grimy and decaying aura inside the bar...
"Well, you're right. If I were in your place, I wouldn't have any compelling reason to go there either."
Felix took a sip of the mead, its taste exquisite. The sweetness of honey and the fragrance of oak intertwined on his lips, almost masking the taste of alcohol. Yet, as the liquid slid down his throat, a gentle wave of warmth surged into his heart, leaving him pleasantly cozy all over.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.
"How does it feel to be back at school, Damocles? It's been nearly a month, hasn't it?"
"Quite relaxing, actually. I feel younger again," Berlby said with a chuckle. "But sometimes, I really do wish I could knock on some students' heads to see if they're filled with bubotuber pus."
Felix looked at him wordlessly. Indeed, you're quite the Potions Master, to come up with such a fresh analogy.
Bubotuber pus was an extremely unsightly substance from a plant, and its pus wasn't any less repugnant. It was a viscous, yellow-green liquid with a pungent odor of petroleum.
But it wasn't entirely his fault; the challenges posed by students struggling in his classes surpassed Felix in all aspects. This was because Dark Arts Defense was a mandatory course, and before the sixth year, every young wizard had to take it.
As everyone knew, the quality of instruction for this course had always been subpar.
Felix remarked, "There must be some good students, though."
"That's true," Berlby reflected for a moment. "I might have been lecturing a bit too quickly. You see, to compensate for previous shortcomings. Take second years, for instance. They've barely encountered any low-risk magical creatures, let alone handling minor curses."
"Is that what your potions are for?"
"Exactly. I've compiled a list of minor curses they've learned and made a special topic out of it, teaching them how to deal with these spells."
"Sounds quite nice, Damocles. You've got a knack for teaching."
Felix Harp thought to himself, Just as I suspected. I hope it's not a rumor that claims I got rid of Peeves?
He gently asked, "Tell me more."
Justin was somewhat excited as he continued, "A few Slytherin students said you couldn't stand Peeves' pranks and used magic to teach him a lesson."
So far, so good, Felix Harp thought.
"Go on."
"...Everyone noticed that Peeves has become rather peculiar. He seems to be mimicking the speech of different students and acting silly and dazed."
Still no issues up to this point.
"And then?" He wanted to know where the information dissemination went awry.
"Then, Fred and George Weasley noticed Peeves' odd behavior. They conjured a large fan and paraded Peeves around the castle, showcasing him everywhere."
Felix Harp raised an eyebrow. "... Quite a creative idea. Did they get into any trouble?"
"Does attracting a bunch of ghosts count?"
"Ghosts?"
"Yes, they were clapping and cheering on the side, especially a short and chubby one with big glasses. She was absolutely thrilled," Justin Finch-Fletchley explained.
Weeping Myrtle, perhaps? Felix Harp speculated.
"Where are they now?" He intended to go and see.
"Oh, they were originally in the courtyard—planning an impromptu gathering, but then Professor McGonagall took them away."
"She didn't seem too pleased," Justin added.
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Chapter 142: A Small Gathering
Three broomsticks.
Madam Rosmerta brought two cups of mead. "The finest oak-aged mead, low in alcohol content, you'll surely enjoy."
"Thank you, madam."
She smiled, nodding, then turned to attend to other guests.
Berlby surveyed the ambiance of the tavern. Apart from a few young wizards and witches, there were also seven or eight adult wizards engaged in hushed conversations.
"I feel like this place is doing much better business than the Hog's Head," he remarked.
"The Hog's Head specializes in strong spirits, not frequented by young wizards," Felix Harp explained. "Also, the appeal of the proprietor and the interior environment there is worlds apart."
Berlby cast a glance at the graceful figure of Madam Rosmerta and then thought of the wrinkles on the Hog's Head owner's face and the dirty glasses, particularly the grimy and decaying aura inside the bar...
"Well, you're right. If I were in your place, I wouldn't have any compelling reason to go there either."
Felix took a sip of the mead, its taste exquisite. The sweetness of honey and the fragrance of oak intertwined on his lips, almost masking the taste of alcohol. Yet, as the liquid slid down his throat, a gentle wave of warmth surged into his heart, leaving him pleasantly cozy all over.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.
"How does it feel to be back at school, Damocles? It's been nearly a month, hasn't it?"
"Quite relaxing, actually. I feel younger again," Berlby said with a chuckle. "But sometimes, I really do wish I could knock on some students' heads to see if they're filled with bubotuber pus."
Felix looked at him wordlessly. Indeed, you're quite the Potions Master, to come up with such a fresh analogy.
Bubotuber pus was an extremely unsightly substance from a plant, and its pus wasn't any less repugnant. It was a viscous, yellow-green liquid with a pungent odor of petroleum.
But it wasn't entirely his fault; the challenges posed by students struggling in his classes surpassed Felix in all aspects. This was because Dark Arts Defense was a mandatory course, and before the sixth year, every young wizard had to take it.
As everyone knew, the quality of instruction for this course had always been subpar.
Felix remarked, "There must be some good students, though."
"That's true," Berlby reflected for a moment. "I might have been lecturing a bit too quickly. You see, to compensate for previous shortcomings. Take second years, for instance. They've barely encountered any low-risk magical creatures, let alone handling minor curses."
"Is that what your potions are for?"
"Exactly. I've compiled a list of minor curses they've learned and made a special topic out of it, teaching them how to deal with these spells."
"Sounds quite nice, Damocles. You've got a knack for teaching."
Felix Harp thought to himself, Just as I suspected. I hope it's not a rumor that claims I got rid of Peeves?
He gently asked, "Tell me more."
Justin was somewhat excited as he continued, "A few Slytherin students said you couldn't stand Peeves' pranks and used magic to teach him a lesson."
So far, so good, Felix Harp thought.
"Go on."
"...Everyone noticed that Peeves has become rather peculiar. He seems to be mimicking the speech of different students and acting silly and dazed."
Still no issues up to this point.
"And then?" He wanted to know where the information dissemination went awry.
"Then, Fred and George Weasley noticed Peeves' odd behavior. They conjured a large fan and paraded Peeves around the castle, showcasing him everywhere."
Felix Harp raised an eyebrow. "... Quite a creative idea. Did they get into any trouble?"
"Does attracting a bunch of ghosts count?"
"Ghosts?"
"Yes, they were clapping and cheering on the side, especially a short and chubby one with big glasses. She was absolutely thrilled," Justin Finch-Fletchley explained.
Weeping Myrtle, perhaps? Felix Harp speculated.
"Where are they now?" He intended to go and see.
"Oh, they were originally in the courtyard—planning an impromptu gathering, but then Professor McGonagall took them away."
"She didn't seem too pleased," Justin added.
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Chapter 142: A Small GatheringThree broomsticks.Madam Rosmerta brought two cups of mead. "The finest oak-aged mead, low in alcohol content, you'll surely enjoy.""Thank you, madam."She smiled, nodding, then turned to attend to other guests.Berlby surveyed the ambiance of the tavern. Apart from a few young wizards and witches, there were also seven or eight adult wizards engaged in hushed conversations."I feel like this place is doing much better business than the Hog's Head," he remarked."The Hog's Head specializes in strong spirits, not frequented by young wizards," Felix Harp explained. "Also, the appeal of the proprietor and the interior environment there is worlds apart."Berlby cast a glance at the graceful figure of Madam Rosmerta and then thought of the wrinkles on the Hog's Head owner's face and the dirty glasses, particularly the grimy and decaying aura inside the bar..."Well, you're right. If I were in your place, I wouldn't have any compelling reason to go there either."Felix took a sip of the mead, its taste exquisite. The sweetness of honey and the fragrance of oak intertwined on his lips, almost masking the taste of alcohol. Yet, as the liquid slid down his throat, a gentle wave of warmth surged into his heart, leaving him pleasantly cozy all over.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Novl--B1n."How does it feel to be back at school, Damocles? It's been nearly a month, hasn't it?""Quite relaxing, actually. I feel younger again," Berlby said with a chuckle. "But sometimes, I really do wish I could knock on some students' heads to see if they're filled with bubotuber pus."Felix looked at him wordlessly. Indeed, you're quite the Potions Master, to come up with such a fresh analogy.Bubotuber pus was an extremely unsightly substance from a plant, and its pus wasn't any less repugnant. It was a viscous, yellow-green liquid with a pungent odor of petroleum.But it wasn't entirely his fault; the challenges posed by students struggling in his classes surpassed Felix in all aspects. This was because Dark Arts Defense was a mandatory course, and before the sixth year, every young wizard had to take it.As everyone knew, the quality of instruction for this course had always been subpar.Felix remarked, "There must be some good students, though.""That's true," Berlby reflected for a moment. "I might have been lecturing a bit too quickly. You see, to compensate for previous shortcomings. Take second years, for instance. They've barely encountered any low-risk magical creatures, let alone handling minor curses.""Is that what your potions are for?""Exactly. I've compiled a list of minor curses they've learned and made a special topic out of it, teaching them how to deal with these spells.""Sounds quite nice, Damocles. You've got a knack for teaching."Felix Harp thought to himself, Just as I suspected. I hope it's not a rumor that claims I got rid of Peeves?He gently asked, "Tell me more."Justin was somewhat excited as he continued, "A few Slytherin students said you couldn't stand Peeves' pranks and used magic to teach him a lesson."So far, so good, Felix Harp thought."Go on.""...Everyone noticed that Peeves has become rather peculiar. He seems to be mimicking the speech of different students and acting silly and dazed."Still no issues up to this point."And then?" He wanted to know where the information dissemination went awry."Then, Fred and George Weasley noticed Peeves' odd behavior. They conjured a large fan and paraded Peeves around the castle, showcasing him everywhere."Felix Harp raised an eyebrow. "... Quite a creative idea. Did they get into any trouble?""Does attracting a bunch of ghosts count?""Ghosts?""Yes, they were clapping and cheering on the side, especially a short and chubby one with big glasses. She was absolutely thrilled," Justin Finch-Fletchley explained.Weeping Myrtle, perhaps? Felix Harp speculated."Where are they now?" He intended to go and see."Oh, they were originally in the courtyardplanning an impromptu gathering, but then Professor McGonagall took them away.""She didn't seem too pleased," Justin added.Hello everyone, If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon. Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.Your support is greatly appreciated
