Capítulo 157: Chapter 157: Birthday Party (Edited)
Today, The Three Broomsticks was much livelier than usual.
Lady Rosmerta, the landlady, had put up an early closing sign and had joined the rest of the town in decorating her bar.
Also closing early was the Hog's Head Bar, owned by Aberforth Dumbledore, who had arrived at the Three Broomsticks with his own collection of firewhiskey and some food.
"Hmph!"
As soon as Aberforth entered the bar, he saw his disgusted brother, ignored Albus Dumbledore, walked through the crowd to the bar, handing Madam Rosmerta the wine and food he had brought.
Dumbledore raised his hand to greet his brother, only to see the other turn his head and ignore his actions. Dumbledore could only lower his hand again sheepishly, his blue eyes dimming slightly with a hint of sadness, which was quickly covered with a smile.
"Aberforth still refuses to forgive you?" Flitwick, sitting across from him, had seen it all and, knowing the enmity between the two brothers, shook his head, "It's been so long, and you're both old now, still not able to reconcile?"
"Perhaps not until I close my eyes forever...though Aberforth used to say that even if he died, he would never forgive me..."
Dumbledore shook his head with a bitter smile and then took the initiative to change the subject.
"Well, let's not talk about these unhappy things, do you have any recommendations for next term's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Filius?"
"Don't you dare mess with my friends, you naughty old man!"
Professor Flitwick warned sharply.
Undeterred, Dumbledore continued persuasively, "It's only for one academic year, there won't be much trouble."
"Impossible! You can't do that."
Professor Flitwick was unfazed, shaking his head quickly.
"And even if I introduced you, they wouldn't come... the only wizards in England who would come to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts are either very brave or very stupid."
He stated with conviction.
"A fool...?" Dumbledore stroked his beard and muttered under his breath, "I have a good candidate then, if I can't find anyone, I'll have to give him a chance, just for a year... he should be fine and there shouldn't be any problems..."
His voice gradually faded and Flitwick didn't hear the rest.
"Alas, I wonder what the unfortunate bad old man's aim is..."
But Flitwick didn't care, he took a sip of his butterbeer and shook his head in disbelief, uninterested in reminding the unfortunate stranger, he wasn't his friend anyway.
As the two chatted, Hogwarts professors and Hogsmeade denizens arrived at the Three Broomsticks one after another.
By nightfall, the bar was packed, with people gathering in small groups to greet each other, chat, and help decorate the bar.
Even in the heyday of the Three Broomsticks' business, it wasn't as busy as it was now.
"Boom!"
As the door to the bar burst open, a small figure burst in from outside, the birthday boy, Fish.
"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho, our little star of the day has arrived."
As Dumbledore spoke, the eyes of everyone in the bar fell on Fish.
But Fish didn't have time for that, for as soon as he entered he saw Dumbledore, surrounded by several people, recognizable by his tall stature and snow-white hair and long beard.
"Bad old man, where's my dragon's egg?" ?(●ΦДΦ●)?
Fish slipped out of the crowd towards Dumbledore and asked loudly.
"Fish, what did you promise me today?!"
Professor McGonagall, who had just entered the bar a little late, heard Fish shout Dumbledore's nickname and warned him.
"Nya!"
At the sound of Professor McGonagall's voice, Fish frowned and then changed his tone a little uncomfortably, "Albus, you said you were going to give me a dragon's egg nya!"
He held out his hands and waved them in front of Dumbledore (●ΦwΦ?).
"Of course I brought the dragon egg," Dumbledore happily rubbed Fish's head, quickly withdrawing his hand before Fish could open his mouth and bite into it, "I've given them to Lady Rosmerta to help make today's birthday cake, and a small omelet just for you. "
"Great... Aunt Rosmerta! Is the cake ready nya?!"
Fish immediately let go of the mean old man and switched targets, but this time he remembered to say her name, much to Madam Rosmerta's relief.
So she smiled and replied, "It's ready, thanks to you, I've had a chance to use a dragon egg to make food."
"A fire dragon cake? I've made a fortune this time."
"Praise Fish!"
"This is extravagant, this is really extravagant! Fish, well done!"
When the others heard Fish and his conversation, they all laughed and responded.
The only one who felt bad about it was Hagrid, who looked at Dumbledore with a torn expression on his face, his large hands covering his chest, disconsolate and speechless.
As the birthday star had arrived, naturally the birthday party began. The waiters from the two bars and Elf Comey worked together to deliver the prepared food and drinks to everyone, while Mrs. Rosmerta brought out a huge cake from the back kitchen.
Fish jumped up on a chair at the sight of the cake and craned his neck, twitching his nose incessantly.
The smell of the dragon cake was not much different from a normal cake, but there was a slight tinge of the sulfur Fish had smelled on Norbert.
Madam Rosmerta pushed the cake in front of Fish, and he immediately wanted to reach out to grab it, but Professor McGonagall, beside him, at his side, patted his little paw.
"What's the hurry?! We haven't blown out the candles yet!"
At Professor McGonagall's reminder, Fish remembered that there was a boring "ritual" before eating the birthday cake.
So while Fish waited impatiently, everyone sang the birthday song for his, then he blew out the candles on the cake and had to wait for Professor McGonagall to cut the big cake into countless small pieces before he could eat his longed-for fire dragon cake.
"Miamiamiamiamia..." (●Φ~Φ●)
Fish held the largest piece of cake in his hands and ate it in large gulps, spreading the cream all over his face.
Before long, a large piece of cake disappeared into Fish's mouth.
Professor McGonagall took out her handkerchief and wiped Fish's creamy cheeks, asking in a sour voice, "How is it? is the dragon egg delicious?"
"It's not very good, Fish doesn't like it nya." ?w?
Fish said honestly, with a grimace on his face, "I should have let him ask the bad old man for another reward."
Compared with ordinary cakes, the Fire Dragon cake had a spicy taste, but it is different from the taste of chili peppers, there is no additional fragrance, just a pure burning sensation.
It was the same with the small omelet prepared for Fish, which also had a spicy taste compared to a normal omelet and there is no difference.
"Little prodigal."
Professor McGonagall tugged at the cat ears on Fish's head.
"Fish isn't a prodigal!" ?(●ΦДΦ●)?
Shaking his head to avoid Professor McGonagall's hand, Fish protested loudly, then wiggled his ears and asked curiously, "Minerva, what's a prodigal?"
Professor McGonagall: "..."
...
The lively birthday party went on late into the night, and apart from the fire dragon cake and fire dragon omelet, which were a great disappointment to Fish, he was very happy with all the food.
Just then, the door to the bar kicked open and several wizards with hidden faces entered from outside.
"I thought the bar was closed! What are they doing here?"
As soon as the visitors came through the door, they shouted loudly, they were all tourists from outside Hogsmeade, and they were still dark wizards coming to the Hog's Head bar to secretly trade and have a drink.
As a result, when they arrived at the Hogshead bar, they found it closed, and The Three Broomsticks, at the other end, despite having the closed sign, inside was noisy.
They would have had no problem with this, but when the bartender at the Pig's Head bar went to get a drink, one of them recognized him.
So the more they thought about it, the angrier they got, and they came looking for trouble.
Just when the leader wanted to keep shouting as planned, so that Mrs. Rosmerta could do her business and, incidentally, to see if he could spend some extra money, one of his men suddenly came up behind him and covered his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
The lead black mage struggled angrily, only to be restrained by a couple of other men with his hands and feet.
"Sorry, sorry," one of them said with a nod, "My friend has had too much to drink and I'm sorry to bother you, we'll leave now, we'll leave now."
After that, several people worked together to desperately get their boss out.
The leader of the group came to his senses, stopped struggling and looked around the bar...
It was no big deal, was it? Just the most powerful white wizard of modern time, Albus Dumbledore, the famous Severus Snape, who is very famous in Knockturn Alley, the former dueling champion, Filius Flitwick, and a bunch of other great wizards he had only seen in newspapers and magazines...
Then, the dark wizard's scrutinizing gaze finally settled on Fish, who was surrounded by a group of famous wizards.
Judging by the brightly decorated atmosphere in the bar, this group of people should be celebrating the birthday of this little boy with cat ears....
The kid was really cute.
Well, he's not going to take it personally, so let's forget it for today....
That's it! I just didn't want to get in trouble with the group for Fish's sake.
The dark wizard held his head stubbornly high, limply, and allowed his minions to lead him out of the three broomsticks.
"Minerva, what are they doing here nya? why did they leave without giving Fish a present?". ?w?
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