Brook found it very interesting to watch the professors drink.
Professor McGonagall, for instance.
Normally, she always looked stern, making people reluctant to approach her casually.
But after drinking, she became much more amusing and would occasionally let out silly little giggles.
Professor Sprout, usually so cheerful and gentle, now looked like a shy, bashful little girl.
A blush spread across her face, making her look especially adorable.
What shocked Brook the most was Hagrid.
Usually rough and uninhibited, Hagrid became even bolder under the effects of alcohol.
He actually took advantage of his drunkenness to kiss Sprout.
Sprout's face instantly turned bright red, redder than Ron's hair.
She curled up there without daring to lift her head, her little hands constantly twisting together.
Brook had a good impression of every professor.
Though their personalities differed, both their knowledge and their sense of responsibility toward their students were first-rate.
Even Snape, who always spewed venom, was extremely responsible toward his students.
Neville made all sorts of mistakes in Potions, yet Snape had never given up on him.
Under his strict guidance, Neville could now independently brew several kinds of potions.
In Brook's view, refusing to give up on any struggling student was the mark of a good teacher.
The atmosphere at the gathering grew livelier and livelier.
Until everyone forgot the time.
They drank more and more as well.
As for Brook and Hermione drinking, they absolutely did not drink.
Minors were not allowed to drink.
Hagrid had already hugged a wine barrel and begun snoring loudly.
Sprout's eyes had also become unfocused, and she mumbled incoherent nonsense.
"Brook, what should we do?" Hermione asked helplessly as she looked at the two drunken people.
Brook spread his hands. "What else can we do? Send them back."
They couldn't just let