The dusk sky had turned clear instead, as if the whole day's gloom had been driven away by the sunset clouds staining half the heavens red. The temperature was still comfortable, and the afternoon heat had also been chased off by the night breeze gradually rising.
Glug, glug. Bright, foaming beer rolled wildly inside transparent, round-bellied Glass mugs. After spending the day accompanying Jessica around Floating City, the wizards finally sat down in the old branch of the famous Three Broomsticks Pub, pouring the chilled beer into their bellies, comfortable and content.
The Three Broomsticks Pub of the former Hogsmeade village had become even more crowded and noisy again tonight because there was a show on. Amid the steaming smoke, Madam Rosmerta, with her graceful figure and pretty face, moved among the customers at each table, serving them warmly.
Although the professional singer Celestina Warbeck, who was extremely popular among wizards, was standing in the very center of the stage singing "You Stole My Cauldron but You Didn't Get My Heart," still drawing things out, Helena, with her special identity, and the Banshee Choir beside her were just as eye-catching.
Penelope drained all the beer in her mug in one gulp and cast a somewhat apologetic look toward another table not far away, where Allen was facing the stage and watching the performance with full attention. Professor Flitwick had already drunk too much and fallen asleep with his head lowered, while the burly fat man had been arranged by the Wolf Moms to stay behind again, refilling Allen's empty mug with Butterbeer and feeding some meat to the huge snake beneath their feet.
After a day of sightseeing, Penelope had used Legilimency along the way and already found out that this American Witch had no ambiguous relationship with Allen. In