A little later, Hagrid, who had eaten himself into high spirits, brought out several bottles of wine and dazedly used magic to set full goblets in front of everyone—though Hagrid himself used a wooden cup the size of a bucket.
"Hagrid, I don't think I can..." Inspired by Felix Felicis, Harry knew he couldn't drink, but before he could finish refusing, Hermione cut him off.
"Hagrid! Sober up. Harry and I are students! We can't drink!" Hermione reminded him—although Allen technically had not graduated if judged by age, his status was already that of a Hogwarts professor, and as for Luna's actual age... Hermione wrestled with it for a moment, then ultimately decided not to be annoying and remind them too.
"I had a bit too much soup, so I'll skip the wine today, Hagrid." Allen's attention was still on the food. He had eaten a little too much today.
"Oh, sorry, Hermione! I forgot... hic~" Hagrid had already taken a large swig himself, and he let out a wine-scented belch.
"A little won't hurt. There are three professors present and none of them have said anything. Are you trying to be the teacher's good little darling?" Penelope pursed her red lips in a mocking smile, then looked with satisfaction at Allen, who had served himself another bowl of soup.
Hermione, who had been somewhat at a disadvantage all day, lifted her chin at those words, picked up a glass, and sat down right in front of Penelope.
"I'm full. I'm going to take a walk in the Forbidden Forest to help digest, then head back." Luna stood up, waved to the others, stroked her belly, and turned to leave—making Penelope, who had been trying to provoke Luna into joining in too, resentfully shift her target onto Miss Know-It-All.
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