"Welcome, what do you want to drink?" The female boss of the Broken Cauldron tavern rubbed her swollen nose and took out four glasses. Her eyes were curved and almost squeezed away, so that she could cover up her cunning gaze: "I recommend frog juice wine to you."

Tolkien sat at the bar as he knew the tavern, smiled and said to the boss, "Okay, have a glass." So a light green drink like apple juice was added in front of him, exuding a fruity fragrance. Tolkien did not doubt that he had him, and raised his neck and drank it all.

"Puff!" Tolkien opened his mouth wide and spit out the frog juice wine in one mouthful. The green liquid turned into a fat big frog with bubbles on his body, trying hard to jump forward with four thick legs.

"Come on! I've bet, how many times can I jump?" The female boss with a big nose said with a smile: "The current highest record is thirteen times! Let's see how powerful this newcomer is!"

Tolkien was disgusting. Every time he retching, the fat frog would jump, and the nearby wizards would cheer. They waved wands, gold coins, silver coins and copper plates to the bar, and soon piled up into a small pile. The blackboard floating in the air accurately recorded the betting situation.

"This is so bullying!" Xiaohua floated in the air and angrily: "How can you be happy because others are embarrassed?"

No one of the wizards cared about Tolkien, their eyes focused on the jumping frog. Zhao Mai snorted and walked over, stretched out his feet to step on the ground.

"Haha, that's useless!" said the tavern owner with a smile: "That frog is liquid, will..."

"Will it reconverge and then continue to jump?" Zhao Mai exerted his force gently, and the power of ice spread from the soles of his feet, and the green juice freezes, and then it was stepped into broken ice by Zhao Mai. Countless voices of sighs sounded in the tavern, and the female boss shouted: "External force factors, external force factors, this situation is invalid!"

"How are you?" Zhao Mai held Tolkien, and the natural force spread through his palms, eliminating the discomfort in his body.

"It's okay, I'm fine now." Tolkien shook his head and said, "I just felt disgusted just now, but it's nothing."

"Yes, it's nothing. This is just a joke to make everyone happy and make a bet!" The tavern owner jumped over with four cups in his hand: "I'll invite you to drink, honey wine, our specialty here."

"I don't think there is anything funny." Zhao Mai's expression was still very serious: "If you want to make a bet, you just need to drink the frog juice wine yourself. The reason I asked my friends to drink it was simply because we didn't understand the situation for the first time, and you wanted him to make a fool of himself."

"Hey, don't be so serious. Frog juice will not hurt your body, and it doesn't matter if you get used to it for a short period of disgust." The owner of the tavern shook his head: "If you can't make a joke, no one will play with you."

"If there is no one, there will be no one." Zhao Mai suddenly began to understand why wizards often cast memory spells on ordinary people, because they don't care, as long as they are satisfied.

Tolkien gasped and sat down with Zhao Mai's support. "Will there be no problem if you drink this kind of honey wine?"

"If you drink too much, you will get drunk, and there is nothing else." The boss curled his lips: "You can tell at a glance that you are from a Muggle family and are still far from becoming a wizard. You must know, how can you do without the spirit of adventure?"

"Stop talking, let me taste your honey wine. I need something to rinse my mouth." Tolkien made a smooth move.

"Are you sure?" Zhao Mai said to him. Tolkien nodded and smiled at the tavern owner. Zhao Mai didn't let it go when he saw that he couldn't persuade him. He looked back and saw Ado holding the little flower, sucking his belly and trying to come in. At this time, the narrow door suddenly stretched himself out, just enough to let the giant come in. "Ado!" He also knew that he would say thank you to the door frame. Dogian followed him with a serious expression.

"Four cups of honey wine!" The boss wiped the table hard with a rag, then placed the four cups one by one, and the orange honey wine automatically produced from the bottom of the cup and happened to be near the mouth of the cup. "These four cups are for the four of you, counted on my account, I wish you good health and a happy life!" The owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar said in an exaggerated tone.

"Thank you very much," said Tolkien, drinking the honey wine in the cup. After drinking it, he picked up the cup, looked around and sniffed it, "Isn't this honey wine?"

"That's right!" said the female boss to Tolkien, "Muggle's honey wine was learned from me."

One is a drink for prank, the other is without any wizarding characteristics. Tolkien was a little disappointed, but said politely: "This is our first time here and we are going to Diagon Alley. Can you please point out how we go?"

"I can take you to the entrance." The female boss suddenly became enthusiastic and said, "There are many people like you recently. They are twenty or thirty years old, and they are going to Hogwarts, right?"

"What do you mean by someone like us?" Zhao Mai asked alertly.

"The Ministry of Magic recently published an article, admitting that there was something wrong with the wizard's search for the spell, and missed many people with wizard blood and talent, and the Minister of Magic resigned." The owner of the tavern seemed very happy about the minister's resignation, or just because of the increase in potential customers. She smiled and said, "So recently, an urgent recruitment of students, and you may be among them, right?"

"Uh...yes." Tolkien hesitated for a moment, but nodded and said, "We were shocked when we received the letter! How is this wizard looking for the spell now?"

"It has been repaired and there will be no mistakes. There are not many wizards, no wonder there are fewer and fewer people before... You should not waste time here, I will take you there now!"

She moved, squeezed out from behind the bar, and led the way in front. The back door of the bar was a brick wall. The boss counted and knocked on it three times with his finger. "Remember this brick, knock on it three times."

Tolkien watched the bricks move with a surprised expression, overlaid, misaligned and retreated, giving up a hole the size of a door. Behind the door is the Diagon Alley.

This is a crowded and bustling alley. There are shops of all sizes on both sides of the walkway, tilting to the middle to squeeze the already small space, as if it will fall down at any time. Various signs are calling guests hard over people's heads: pots that stir hard, brooms flying around, bats yelling, and steep hats. People wearing mage robes and steep hats are everywhere. They either stop to check the goods or talk about current affairs. They occasionally turn their eyes to see Zhao Mai and others wearing Muggle clothes, shake their heads, and then look away.

"The Gringott Wizard Bank is in the middle of the road, and you will definitely not miss it." The boss said at the end: "The goblins there are all very cunning, and Muggle things are not worth anything. Only magic, gems and gold can make them value."

"Thank you very much, the Burning Cauldron is definitely the best wizard tavern I have ever seen." Tolkien said with a smile: "I will definitely come and sit often when I have time."

"Then my goal is achieved." The boss and everyone nodded, then said, "I have to prevent them from stealing wine." and turned back to the front.

"The best wizard tavern? Have you seen this one?" Zhao Mai smiled slightly. It seemed that his friend's mouth was also very powerful.

"Maybe you don't know much," Tolkien said. "We are the same in school. Seniors always tease the lower grades, and some clubs also have this habit."

"So? This habit is OK after leaving school?" Zhao Mai shook his head, not wanting to talk about this anymore. He looked at most of the wizards' outfits, then touched the disguise ring, and changed his clothes into robes and pointed hats. "Go to the bank first, check it out. You can't buy anything without the money from the wizard."

"I have to trouble you again, Mike," Tolkien smiled.
Chapter completed!