Chapter 172: Drunk (Edited)

"Welcome, Professor McGonagall, and Little Fish."

When Professor McGonagall took Fish to the one in the Leaky Cauldron, the owner, Tom, immediately greeted them both with a smile on his face.

"It's not little Fish, Fish has grown taller nya!" (●ΦДΦ●).

Fish, who had just realized that he had grown up, couldn't stand being called "Little Fish."

Old Tom changed his tone and gave Fish a very formal greeting, "As you wish, Mr. McGonagall."

This brought a smile to Fish's face.

"What can I get you two?"

As a bartender, Tom was instinctively trying to drum up business for himself.

Not to mention that the bar was unusually quiet this time of year, only getting crowded when Hogwarts students got their book orders in and started buying things in bulk in Diagon Alley.

So for now, old Tom was making what little money he could.

To that end, he said to Fish, "I'll buy Mr. McGonagall a drink as an apology for what I said, what would you like to drink?"

"Fish wants to drink nya!" (●ω●).

He's had his fair share of alcohol, but isn't he an adult now?

Minerva had said he could drink when he was older.

"No!"

Said Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva said she'd buy me anything Fish wanted nya!"∑(●ΦДΦ●)

"But I also said you can't drink until you're older."

"Isn't Fish already grown up nya? You're a big liar, Minerva!"(●`ω●).

"You've only grown up a little, not enough to drink."

"And when does Fish have to be old enough to drink nya?" ?ω?

To avoid being tricked by Professor McGonagall again, Fish persisted with his question.

"Well..." Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, then made a mistake and replied, "When you grow a beard."

"Fish already has a beard nya!"

"I mean your beard in human form." Professor McGonagall hastened to add.

Then she saw Fish put his palms on his chubby cheeks, rubbing them several times.

(ノ)`ω(ヾ)

(=ΦωΦ=)

"The beard is growing nya!"

When Fish reached down, there were already a few more cat whiskers on his face.

Professor McGonagall: "..."

"It doesn't count!"

"It does count! This is Fish's beard!" (=`Д=).

Fish was not happy, the cat beard had been there for as long as he could remember, so how could it not count?

"In any case, no! You're still too young."

"You're a big liar, Minerva! Fish will never trust you again nya!"

"No use getting angry, no means no!"

While Fish was arguing with Professor McGonagall, Tom, the Head, interjected, "How about a butterbeer for Fish? Even for a young wizard, one glass won't hurt him."

Professor McGonagall looked at Fish and saw him stubbornly lifting his little head, pouting and looking at her, with his cat whiskers on either side of his cheeks still quivering and looking different very tender.(=｀3=)

After suppressing her smile and thinking for a moment, Professor McGonagall took the initiative to step back and said, "Okay, but just one drink."

"Fish likes Minerva again!" (=ΦωΦ=)

Fish, who had won his first victory, took it in stride.

Then Professor McGonagall turned to Tom and said, "Two butterbeers then, then I have to take Fish to buy this year's textbook."

"Oh? Bit late for this year's Hogwarts list, aren't you?"

Old Tom, who had gone behind the bar to prepare the butterbeer, casually asked Professor McGonagall for information, as was the bartender's professional custom.

"I can't help it," sighed Professor McGonagall, since it wasn't a secret, so she told Tom straight out, "It's hard to find a teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and this year there's another... um.... particularly troublesome fellow."

"Butterbeer for two."

Old Tom placed two glasses filled with the golden liquid and covered with a thick layer of foam in front of Professor McGonagall and Fish, then raised an eyebrow unconsciously.

As far as he could remember, Professor McGonagall rarely gossiped behind people's backs, and how even she had said that about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was basically a real bummer.

"Looks like it's not going to be a good year for Hogwarts students."

Old Tom sighed, not bothering to ask who it was about.

It was a skill a competent bartender had to master.

The adult chatter did not appeal to Fish, who was taking small sips from his glass of butterbeer; his previous case with chicken-blood brandy had left him with a certain reverence for the "magic potion" of alcohol.

After a few tries, Fish had to put the cat's beard away again because the top layer of foam was always getting on the cat's whiskers.

The white foam, though tasteless, had a strange and interesting aroma and taste in the mouth, so Fish took a small sip and then stuck out his tongue and tried to lick it off.

After a few gulps of the tasteless foam, Fish lifted the glass and gently poured the golden liquid underneath into his mouth.

Butterbeer, a low alcoholic beverage that could be sold to young wizards, tasted more like a drink, with a milky sweetness.

It also had the requisite aroma of an alcoholic beverage, but was much less aromatic than the chicken-blood brandy Fish had drunk earlier.

After taking a few sips, Fish was satisfied with the taste of the butterbeer and didn't seem to have lost his memory....

Fish had really grown up!

With that in mind, the kitten stopped being cautious, dragged his glass with both hands, bowed his neck and swallowed the liquid in one big gulp.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp! ha!"(●`Д●)

Draining his glass of butterbeer with a flourish, Fish reached up to wipe away the remaining foam near his lips and let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Minerva! This wine is delicious."

Fish's voice involuntarily grew louder, he pounded the table and shouted, "Fish still needs to drink.... hic!" (●`Д●).

The kitten burped and screamed.

The unruly expression combined with his chubby red face, he looked extremely cute.

"It seems that Mr. McGonagall is not a good drinker."

Old Tom, the culprit, said with a smile.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with a dark face and then pushed Fish's hand down.

"You're drunk already, you can't drink anymore!"

"Fish isn't drunk nya! I'm sober... hic!"(●ΦДΦ●)

As if to prove he was right, Fish staggered to his feet and lifted the stool beneath him.

"Look nya! Fish isn't drunk nya!"

Fish argued loudly, waving the stool in his hand.

I didn't know how he managed to get the two things together.

After holding the stool for a moment, Fish suddenly tossed it aside and looked at Professor McGonagall with confused eyes, "Minerva... hic! Why have you become two nya?"

Then, without waiting for her answer, Fish held his head and wailed, "Fish's head is so dizzy nya! Minerva~ Fish is poisoned nya! nya~ woo hoo~ hic!"(●QДQ●)

Fisher began to sob and cry.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but hug him, rubbing his head and gently comforting, "It's okay, you're just drunk, not poisoned."

Just as he was about to ask old Tom for a magic potion to sober him up, Fish shuddered violently and his green eyes suddenly cleared.

"No more nya!"

Fish blinked and then looked cautiously at the empty wine glass on the table.

"The wine is horrible! I guess Fish is still too young." (ˇˇˇ)

He was now convinced by Professor McGonagall that he had to grow up to drink, because the first time he had been drunk he couldn't remember anything, and now that he was a little older he could retain the memory, but he was dizzy and very uncomfortable.

Professor McGonagall looked at Fish, who was in shock, and didn't have to explain herself, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about Fish sneaking out to drink for a long time.