Madam Rosmerta certainly still had her charms.
The allure of her every smile and frown was clearly more than the young wizards could handle, but to Su Er, she was nothing special.
Weren't Teacher Hata, Teacher Yoshizawa, and Teacher Aoi all more alluring than her?
One thing had been right, though: the gillywater with cherry syrup really did taste quite good. Su Er sipped his soda, narrowing his eyes slightly as he savored the sweet fragrance mingling with the bubbles in his mouth.
Hagrid gulped down his mead, his entire face growing even redder from the warmth of the blazing fireplace and the alcohol.
"Tastes quite good, doesn't it?" Professor Flitwick said quietly to Su Er.
"Thank you, Professor." Professor Flitwick had paid for this soda; Su Er had heard that quite clearly.
Flitwick chuckled softly. "You're welcome, Mr. Bones. Your ideas have given me a great deal of inspiration."
A small question mark popped up over Su Er's head.
Seeming to notice Su Er's confusion, Flitwick quietly mentioned a name, making him understand at once.
The mole had been right beside me all along!
"They weren't all mine." Su Er scratched his head. "Diggory shared lots of interesting ideas with me, too."
What a modest, studious, and clever young wizard-and a descendant of his old friend Bones, too.
Professor Flitwick nodded with a smile.
"If you have some free time over the weekend, you can come to the sixth small classroom on the right on the Castle's fourth floor on Saturday afternoon," he said.
"I wasn't originally planning to let second-years join in. The lessons there are mainly geared toward N.E.W.T.s-the Nastily Exhausting Wizard Tests-and O.W.L.s-the Ordinary Wizarding Levels. That's still too early for you."
"But you can choose to sit in. I think laying a foundation ahead of