The famous boy who survived a great calamity was not Vincent was new to the Wizarding World, could know.
However calmly she tried to appear, she could never hide that strange smile.
No villain can escape the clutches of this monstrous cruelty.
His most profound impression of this bald-headed power strip owner was his extremely arrogant and manic smile.
"Hehehe~"
Under Tom's strange gaze, Vincent suppressed a laugh and pointed to the liquor rack behind Tom.
"Boss, why is there only one bottle of this wine?"
"Oh, this is a good thing..." Tom recalled and told the story behind it.
After the implementation of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, the Leaky Cauldron could not, in principle, continue to operate in the Muggle world.
However, the Minister for Magic at the time, Uric Gamp, did not take any coercive measures and even chose the backyard of the pub as the entrance to Diagon Alley.
The boss, moved to tears, created a new beer brand using his name – Gamp's Vintage Social Brew.
Having successfully dispelled Tom's doubts, Vincent was about to take his leave when he heard the other party quote 100 Galleon per pint.
"Thank you for your kind words, boss." Startled, he quickly gasped.
According to McGonagall's explanation, five pounds can only be exchanged for one Galleon at Gringotts.
It is 1991, the year when 500 pounds was roughly equal to 1000 dollars.
Vincent had that kind of money, he would have bought two thousand shares of Little Apple and waited for them to appreciate.
"Unfortunately, no one has been able to complete this challenge to this day..."
Tom's exclamation instantly brought him to his senses.
It's not that 100 Galleon buys about the amount of a bottle of wine, but rather that you get the 100 Galleon simply by drinking it.
Eric, with a sense of foreboding, subconsciously swallowed.
"Darling, would you like to give it a try?" Evelyn, a woman skilled in managing a household, asked with intense longing.
By not attending Westminster School, one can save over £20,000 a year.
With this extra 500 pounds, the expenses were reduced by a whopping 70,000 pounds!
This money is enough for the couple to hold their heads high in front of the old man who has come ashore, and no longer have to live a life of "living under someone else's roof".
"Wait..."
"Excuse me, is my husband eligible to take on this challenge?"
Eric closed his mouth and smiled bitterly.
Whether the wine tastes good or bad, or how strong it is, is not the issue.
Under his pleading gaze, the boss Tom, answered very decisively that he could.
What's delightful is that this bottle of Gamp Wine is exactly one pint in size.
Sadly, it is almost a hundred years old.
"Boss, do you have other years?" Eric asked expectantly.
"Mr. Wayne, if you need older vintages, I remember there are still quite a few from the first batch in the cellar."
"No need to trouble yourself,"
This answer startled him, and he quickly uncorked the bottle. "I was just curious."
A musty smell mixed with the aroma of plants assaulted the senses of everyone in the bar.
"Codley, do you think he can complete the challenge?"
"That's impossible, Daedalus."
The wizards, whispering amongst themselves, seemed to have little faith that the Muggle could complete the challenge.
Wearing a top hat, Daedalus looked at the next table. "Professor Quirrell, when do you think he left?"
"It must have been when Professor McGonagall came in that he left. I guess he felt it would be inappropriate and left beforehand." Codley took a sip of his drink.
"It's such a pity I couldn't see this scene..."
At this moment, Vincent and Evelyn are cheering Eric on.
"Dad, if you complete the challenge, you can save your allowance."
"Honey, I believe you can do it."
McGonagall was moved by this scene.
The father in front of me, in order to make a living, actually dared to challenge a project that no one had succeeded in for three hundred years.
"Oh, what a loving family!"
Her exclamation nearly made Eric, whose hands were trembling, drop the wine on the ground.
If this bottle is gone, the attentive Tom will definitely bring out an even older one from the cellar.
If the scent is so potent after just one hundred years, he can hardly imagine how strong it would be after three hundred years.
"Dad, you've always been my hero!"
Since his son had already said so much, even if the road ahead was fraught with danger, Eric had to finish this bottle of wine before moving on.
Under the watchful eyes of a dozen pairs of people, his entire demeanor suddenly changed, and he decisively tilted his head back and put the bottle mouth in his mouth.
When you first taste the Gamp Wine, it has an incredibly unpleasant sweet and sour flavor.
No wonder no one has been able to successfully challenge this kind of taste sensation for three hundred years.
"Go for it, Mr. Wayne!"
Seeing that he was about to put down the bottle, Tom couldn't help but raise his fist forcefully. "Think of your wife and children, this is not an impossible challenge!"
McGonagall, deeply agreeing, extended her hand and clapped rhythmically. "Mr. Wayne, you can do it."
"Dad, victory is just around the corner!" Vincent was somewhat surprised by Tom's performance.
The publicity effect of 100 Galleon could probably bring the Leaky Cauldron a return of more than ten times.
Sure enough, unscrupulous merchants are everywhere.
Eric suppressed the discomfort in his tongue and slowly raised the bottle.
After the initial terrible experience, it turned out to be a bitter shock that had settled over time.
This urge to vent made his face contort in pain.
"Mr. Wayne, you are the bravest Muggle I have ever met!"
"Regardless of the outcome, I will always pay you my utmost respect."
The wizards in the bar clapped and shouted in rhythm with McGonagall.
Most of the people present know what Gamp Wine tastes like.
Eric, having drunk a third of it, has already surpassed most people.
"I've passed even the toughest training..."
"I must not give up..."
Eric's eyes grew brighter as he swallowed faster.
All the wizards who knew magic failed in their challenges, so this Muggle who didn't know magic was going to go all out today.
Even though the hand holding the bottle was trembling, the person at the bar who never let go still had a significant impact on everyone.
Daedalus removed his top hat and bowed slightly to the bar. "From today onwards, Brother Wayne is my brother!"
"You are my hero!" Codley, standing beside him, exclaimed in awe.
A true Champion never gives up easily.
Eric, whose tongue was numb, could only slightly feel the coldness of the liquor.
He dared swear to the Queen that after finishing this bottle of rubbish, he would never drink a second one in his entire life.
"Victory is in sight, Mr. Wayne." Tom had already pulled out his money bag.
With slightly red eyes, McGonagall wiped the corner of her eye. "Merlin's beard, I'm sure today's the Daily Prophet headline can only be about Mr. Wayne's feat."
As the last two drops of wine slid down the inside of the bottle into Eric's mouth, the challenge that had remained unchallenged for three hundred years finally came to an end.
His pupils gradually dilated as he swayed and put down the bottle, his voice hoarse as he growled, "I, Eric Philip Wayne— "
I—I swear—I will never drink another drop of alcohol in my life.
After saying that, he slumped onto the bar with a thud.
"That's so touching!" Tom wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
Daedalus stood up sadly and raised his glass to the wizards in the bar. "To Mr. Wayne, to great fatherly love, to eternal love!"
Vincent clutched the money bag full of Galleon and embraced his mother Evelyn, both of them "weeping bitterly".
Eric is undoubtedly a respectable and wonderful father, as well as a truly wonderful husband.
But if he knew what was happening inside the bar, he would sober up instantly.