Chapter 169： Not drunk

Like the giant beasts in the sky, Mike and the others on the throne of the high platform have different expressions.

Mike and Cedric had a relaxed expression, especially Mike, who looked nonchalant. And Slytherin's Willie seemed a little nervous, obviously playing against Mike, the legendary genius, gave him a lot of pressure.

Nervous to nervous, Willie, who has been educated by the elite since childhood, is still very polite. Seeing Mike watching him, he nodded and gave Mike a smile back.

It's just that this smile is a little stiff.

It is understandable that Mike is in the second grade after all, and Willie is already in the seventh grade. If Mike wins, he should be right, but if he loses, someone will definitely jump out and say that he can't even beat a second-grade kid, and that's embarrassing at that time.

And the most exaggerated of the four is Gryffindor's Bruno. He was completely ill when he knew his next opponent was Cedric. He sat motionless on the high platform, even the staff told him I didn't even hear it when I could stand, and looked desperate.

No matter what he was, Mike and other talents greeted each other and returned to their respective academies.

Although he was mentally prepared, Mike was caught off guard by the enthusiasm of the Ravenclaw students.

The excited Ravenclaws had long been waiting on the only way to Mike's position, and they swarmed up when they saw Mike appearing. After listening to everyone, I congratulate myself, Mike just feels that his current expression must be very embarrassing.

Just when Mike was at a loss, a group of Quidditch players headed by Roger squeezed forward from the crowd. You lifted the Mike up with one hand and the other with one foot, so you used your skills to lift Mike back. Ravenclaw.

"Everyone! Don't be silly here, go back to the lounge, we are already ready for the banquet!" Roger turned around and shouted at the Ravenclaws, "Professor Flivy is not here tonight. We are not drunk or go home!"

The four words “no drunk and no return” have completely stimulated many young little wizards. These little wizards are usually not allowed to drink because of the ban on minors. Now they have the opportunity to try the novelty of alcohol. Immediately cheered and rushed to the Ravenclaw lounge.

A group of people returned to the Ravenclaw lounge in a mighty manner. As soon as Mike put down Mike, he spit out to Roger: "Shert, can't you change your way? I won't run this time, why do you Take me back!"

Facing Mike's complaints, Roger scratched his head and smiled without speaking, and just stuffed a glass of Butterbeer into Mike's arms.

Mike was not empty at all, and drank it directly, and the momentum of the drink until the cup was dry immediately caused a shout of applause.

Smacking his lips, Mike looked at the excited crowd and shook his head helplessly.

Just kidding, Mike had already drunk butterbeer when he started doing business with the Weasley brothers in Dolphin's magic drink as early as the first grade. You know, the Weasley brothers are Hogwarts’ biggest beating merchants. They brought in some prohibited items from outside the school. The butter beers that Roger and the others prepared today were probably bought from Weasley and the others.

Butter beer does not taste like alcohol, but a strange taste of sweet and salty. It is not difficult to drink, but it is definitely not delicious. Although this kind of thing is called beer, it is actually an alcoholic beverage. It is even hard to say whether there is alcohol in it.

Turning his gaze to other places, I saw that the Ravenclaw lounge at this moment had changed a lot.

The neatly arranged desks that were originally placed have been put together to form several long tables, and the table is filled with various food and wine. Needless to say, the food must be Roger’s favor. The elves do, they little wizards can't make such exquisite food.

And Roger also prepared a lot this time, most of which were alcoholic beverages like Butterbeer. What surprised Mike the most was that there was a spirit like Fire Whiskey.

I don't know where Roger got the spirits, but the Weasley brothers dare not bring the spirits in. Butterbeer is transported in and caught at most, it is detained and deducted points, while the fire whiskey is a serious offense.

"Roger, where did you get these things?" Mike snarled in the direction of Fire Whiskey, "You dare to show it, aren't you afraid of being fired?"

"Hey, the source is a secret." Roger said indifferently, "As for the expulsion you said, don't be kidding, Professor Flivy is not in school, why are you afraid?"

Mike shook his head helplessly, leaving behind the somewhat smug Roger, looking for Penello in the crowd.

At the moment, the side of the long table is full of people. Mike's strong performance on the field just now obviously won Ravenclaw the honor, so everyone present is full of bright smiles. UU Reading Excited.

Seeing with his own eyes a little wizard who was only in the third grade, pouring a large glass of flame whiskey burning with flames in one breath, McZach couldn't stop talking.

The degree of whiskey is generally around 43 degrees. In addition to the higher alcohol content, fire whiskey will have a stimulating feeling that the internal organs are ignited. Even if such a large glass of fire whiskey is replaced by Mike’s previous life The body on the battlefield didn't dare to kill it in one go, that third-grade little wizard was really a warrior.

But the third-grade little wizard was a warrior for only three seconds, because after three seconds he swayed and fell on the long table and fell asleep.

Mike's journey of tracing people was not smooth. There were always people coming to toast along the way, and it was difficult for Mike to refuse these enthusiastic classmates. Basically, it was all about drinking.

But this was limited to butterbeer, like those guys who were toasting with two glasses of Firewhiskey, Mike refused because he was young and couldn't drink this strong liquor.

He didn't want to be like the warrior just now.

After searching the crowd for a long time, Mike finally found Penello in a corner. At this moment, she was chatting with some of her best friends, and there were still a few glasses of Fire Whiskey on the table.

"Beautiful ladies, don't you know that I don't have the honor to have a drink with you?" Mike stepped forward and invited.

Maybe it was talking about a private topic about the boys. As soon as Mike came, the other girls blushed and ran away, leaving only Penello in the seat.

This was exactly what Mike meant. Mike didn't get angry when he saw Penello ignored him. He sat down with Penello and poured himself a small glass of Fire Whiskey.

"Why are you looking for me now?"

Penello said drunkly.