bacchusnovels Chapter 566 Tea and Wine
Chapter 566 Tea and Wine
Chapter 562 Tea and Wine
Riddle watched this scene with a touch of nostalgia.
He remembered the summer before he made his first Horcrux, during the summer vacation of fifth grade.
At the time, he was investigating his own background.
Through his middle name "Marvolo," he discovered his mother's origins and further discovered the blood relationship between the Gaunt family and Slytherin.
So, summer vacation—
He went to Little Hangleton to learn about his mother's family, where he met his uncle, Morfin Gaunt.
Morfin Gaunt thought he looked like old Tom Riddle.
He told him the whole story of old Tom Riddle, which enraged him so much that he went to Riddle House and killed his own father.
Riddell never imagined:
I hope that one day I can look at what happened here from such a strange perspective.
It's a little strange, a little nostalgic, and a little relieved.
After all the memories of the Pensieve had been played, the night outside had become extremely thick.
Harry looked at Sean, puzzled.
"Professor—Ogden arrested Morfin, but was met with fierce resistance from Morfin and his son—what happened after that?"
Sean reviewed his memories and provided the answer.
"Ogden teleported back to the Ministry of Magic and began calling for reinforcements. A large number of Aurors surrounded Young Hungerton and subdued both Morfin and his son."
"
"later--"
"Wezengamor convicted them. Morfin already had a prior record of attacking Muggles and was sentenced to three years in Azkaban. Morfin's father injured Ogden and several other Aurors and was sentenced to six months in prison."
However, this is also related to Ogden's background.
If Ogden were a pure-blood, this conflict would most likely not have occurred.
Harry fell silent after hearing Sean's words.
However, Riddle, who was "directly involved" in all of this, had no opinion on it.
He simply made Sean a cup of tea, and then made himself a cup of tea.
"Therefore, one"
Harry looked up and looked at Sean again.
"Those people are—"
Sean handed the question over to Riddle, one of the parties involved, and let Riddle answer Harry's questions throughout the process.
On the teaching of Harry.
Sean believed that this alone was enough to put Dumbledore miles ahead of him.
"That was Voldemort's maternal grandfather."
Riddle always felt uncomfortable whenever the name "Voldemort" was mentioned.
Or rather—a little ashamed?
"They are descendants of the Gaunt family."
"So—the girl who appeared in my memory just now was Voldemort's mother?"
"Yes."
Riddle was also somewhat confused about his current feelings.
"And the Muggle that Morphin attacked was Voldemort's father, and the two later fell in love."
"And then?"
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After telling the whole story, Riddle was completely exhausted.
Harry didn't notice this.
When he returned to the Gryffindor common room, he was still thinking about everything he had just seen in the Pensieve.
"How are you feeling?"
Sean looked at Riddle, who was leaning against the window.
He had been standing there looking at the moon outside the window for almost twenty minutes since Harry left.
If we don't drink the tea soon, it will get cold. That would be such a waste.
"Something's strange."
"Have some tea. Drinking tea will make you feel better. And while you're at it—brew me a pot too."
"May I add alcohol to my tea?"
Sean seemed a little embarrassed when he heard this request.
Adding wine to tea—even someone as worldly-wise as him had never tried this combination before.
"You can give it a try."
She still couldn't refuse the request of a heartbroken old man.
As he watched Voldemort keep adding alcohol to his tea, Sean's expression changed from initial curiosity to helplessness.
A glass of wine, a drop of tea.
It's less about adding wine to tea and more about adding tea to wine.
Or perhaps he should try adding wine to the tea?
Just do it.
True gourmets are willing to try all sorts of strange and unusual combinations.
Sean carefully poured half a cup of tea into a glass and then poured some amber-colored liquor from a bottle on the corner of the table.
The aroma immediately underwent a subtle change.
The aroma of tea is originally mellow and lingering, like a mountain forest awakening in the morning mist, while those few drops of wine are like a sudden evening breeze, carrying warmth and the spiciness of fruit and wood.
Okay, Sean can't keep this up anymore.
It smells awful, really awful.
The advantages of both have been destroyed, and instead, the disadvantages have been combined.
Perhaps cold-brewed tea is more suitable for adding alcohol.
Following the principle of not wasting anything, Sean left the cup of tea-infused liquor to Riddle, and then took out a new cup and poured himself a fresh cup of tea.
That night, Sean drank a lot with Riddle.
Riddle, unusually, lost his composure and talked a lot about life, ideals, and youthful arrogance.
It was almost midnight when Riddle took the Floo Powder Tunnel back.
In the wizarding world, parents often argue endlessly about which year is the most crucial for their young wizards.
Some say first grade is the most important, as it's the perfect time to cultivate good study habits; others say second grade; still others say third grade is a bridge between fourth and fifth grade.
But if Harry himself were to say, it would probably be sixth grade.
The sixth-grade schedule was minimal, but it wasn't at all like Ron had described—a time for plenty of rest and relaxation.
The difficulty of homework changed abruptly in fifth grade.
Many courses require them to use silent spells when casting incantations—this increases the amount of homework, but they don't quite understand some of the lessons.
None of the little ones signed up for the Magical Creatures Protection class.
Because nobody wants to graduate and deal with those magical creatures, let alone Hagrid's silly brother.
Hagrid's giant brother still lives in the Forbidden Forest, with Shaun's consent—Hagrid assured him he wouldn't harm anyone—and a cave was built for him as his dwelling.
Along with these assignments comes the Quidditch qualifying tournament over the weekend.
The selection process lasted for almost the entire morning.
Half of the Gryffindor students gathered to watch.
Ron was initially worried about Ginny, but after seeing her performance, he realized his worries were unnecessary.
Ginny was faster than any of the other players and made nearly twenty shots, looking much more professional than the previous Gryffindor Chaser.
When did my younger sister become so amazing?
The selection of goalkeepers was scheduled for last.
Ron was selected for the Gryffindor Quidditch team with an outstanding record of five blocks against four.
In addition to these, there was also a party in Slughorn.
Slughorn frequently hosts banquets in the underground classrooms of Hogwarts.
Harry went once, then never went again.
In his view, it was a very stupid thing to be inside listening to them brag and reminisce about their past glories or those of their ancestors.
certainly-
There was also Sirius's video call.
These days, Sirius seems to be busy with something, and the video calls that used to happen every few days have become irregular, sometimes going a whole week without him being able to contact him.
When asked what he was doing, he stammered and gave vague answers.
The afternoon spent in Hogsmeade was probably the most pleasant time for the group since the start of the semester.
But—an unexpected incident still occurred.
When the three little ones returned to Hogsmeade, they saw Katie Bell and her friends arguing in the street.
"This is none of your business, Lini!"
The girl named Lini suddenly reached out and snatched the item from Katie's hand.
Katie pulled back, and the package fell to the ground.
Katie suddenly rose into the air, her posture elegant and strange, her arms outstretched as if she were about to take flight.
However, strangely enough—
Her eyes were closed and her face was expressionless.
Just six feet off the ground, Katie's eyes snapped open, and she let out a series of horrifying screams.
Linnie screamed and grabbed Katie's ankle, desperately trying to pull her back to the ground.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushed forward to help.
As soon as they grabbed her legs, Katie slammed heavily onto them.
She writhed violently on the ground, screaming in agony, and could no longer recognize anyone.
Harry looked around, but there was no one there.
"You guys stay here! I'll go find someone to help!"
After saying that, he turned and ran towards the school.
He quickly rounded a bend, but suddenly crashed into a huge object.
Something this huge can move. Near Hogwarts.
Several distinct characteristics narrowed it down to one candidate: Hagrid — He opened his eyes, and sure enough, he was right!
"Hagrid!"
"Harry! I just went to see Gropp; he's improving incredibly fast, you know?"
"Hagrid, something's happened to someone over there, they might be under a curse!"
"A cursed? Who? Not Ron, right? Hermione?"
"No, it's not them, it's Katie Bell—she's over there!"
They ran back along the path, their steps quick.
A moment later, they saw Katie still lying on the ground, writhing violently and screaming in pain, while Ron, Hermione, and Linney surrounded her, frantically trying to comfort her.
"Get out of the way!" Hagrid roared. "Let me see!"
"Something happened to her!" Lini cried. "I don't know what happened."
Hagrid stared at Katie for a second, his expression suddenly turning serious.
He didn't say anything, but simply bent down, carefully picked up Katie, and turned to run towards the castle.
Admittedly, Hagrid couldn't help much either.
All we could do was take Katie back to Mrs. Pomfrey for treatment and call for help.
As the saying goes, everyone has their own area of expertise, and this is exactly the case.
Hermione strode over to Linney, who was still crying, put her arm around her shoulder, and asked what had happened.
"You're Lini, aren't you?"
The girl nodded, tears streaming down her face.
"Did this happen suddenly, or was there some warning sign?"
"It was that package—the moment she tore it open, the tragedy happened," Linnie said, her voice choked with emotion, pointing to a brown paper package on the ground.
Ron bent down and reached out to take it.
Harry quickly reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back.
"Don't touch it!"
Harry crouched down and stared at the package.
A magnificent opal necklace was revealed through the crack.
“I’ve seen this before.” Searching his memory, Harry immediately recognized the necklace’s origin. “It was in the window of Borgin & Burke’s shop. The label said it was enchanted. Katie must have come across it.” He looked up at Lindy, who was trembling. “How did Katie get her hands on this thing?”
"Sigh—that's what we were arguing about," Linnie answered haltingly. "She came out of the Three Brooms' toilet with it in her hand. She said someone asked her to take it back to Hogwarts as a gift for someone. But the way she spoke was so strange—oh no, good heavens, she must have been under the Imperius Curse! I didn't even notice!"
As Lini spoke, she cried even harder, her body trembling violently.
"Didn't she say who gave it to her, Linnie?"
"No, she wouldn't tell me—" Linnie sobbed as she answered, "I told her she was crazy, that she absolutely couldn't bring that thing back to school, but she wouldn't listen. Then—then I tried to forcibly take it from her—"
And then—and then—
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"We'd better get back to school quickly. That way we'll know how she is. Let's go—"
Harry hesitated for a moment, then untied the scarf from his face. Before Ron could cry out, he had carefully wrapped the necklace around his neck.
"We need to take this to Principal Phillips," he said.
They hurried to catch up with Hermione and Linney, walking along the path back to school.
Harry's mind was in turmoil, his thoughts racing.
As soon as he stepped onto the school lawn, he couldn't help but whisper what he had been thinking about.
"Malfoy knew about the necklace. It was in a box at Borgin-Bock four years ago, when I was hiding in that shop, away from Malfoy and his father. I saw him staring at the necklace with great concentration."
The day we followed him the other day, this was exactly what he wanted to buy! He'd been thinking about it ever since, wanting to go back and buy it!
“I—I’m not sure, Harry,” Ron said hesitantly. “Lots of people go to Borgin—and besides, didn’t that girl say Katie got the necklace in the girls’ restroom?”
She said Katie came back from the bathroom with it in her hand, not that she got it in the bathroom.
"McGirl!" Ron suddenly warned.
Harry looked up and saw Professor McGonagall hurrying down the stone steps through the swirling rain and snow, her expression serious.
"Hagrid says the four of you witnessed what happened to Kitty Bell—come to my office immediately!" Her sharp gaze swept over the group, then fixed on Harry. "Potter, what are you holding?"
"It's the thing Katie touched," Harry replied.
"Good heavens! Leave it to me, I'll take it. Let's go find Phillips together now."
The four followed McGonagall to the door of Sean's office.
Sean was sitting leisurely by the window, holding a drink and enjoying the weather outside.
These days—he finally figured it out.
The research has revealed a clever way to combine tea and alcohol, using black tea and whiskey.
The ratio of the two is approximately three to one.
Add ice cubes.
The combination of the two results in both the malty aroma of whisky and the fragrance of tea.
The rich flavor of black tea can also alleviate the harshness of whiskey.
These days, black tea and whiskey have become frequent guests on Sean's table.
"Phillips!"
Professor McGonagall knocked on the door and strode in with the four little ones.