Chapter 172: Don't Go
Home Until You're Drunk Like the giant beasts in the sky above the stadium, Mike and others on the high platform had different expressions.
Mike and Cedric looked relaxed, especially Mike, who looked nonchalant. Willy from Slytherin seemed a little nervous. It was obvious that fighting against Mike, the legendary genius, put a lot of pressure on him.
Although he was nervous, Willy, who had received elite education since childhood, was still very polite. Seeing Mike looking at him, he nodded and smiled back at Mike.
It was just that this smile was a little stiff.
It was understandable, after all, Mike was only in the second grade, and Willy was already in the seventh grade. If he won against Mike, it would be his due, but if he lost, someone would definitely jump out and say that he couldn't even beat a second-grade kid, which would be embarrassing.
The most exaggerated of the four was Bruno from Gryffindor. When he knew that his next opponent was Cedric, he was completely unwell. He sat on the high platform without moving, and didn't even hear the staff telling him that he could stand, looking lost.
Mike and the others ignored him, greeted each other and returned to their respective colleges.
Although he had prepared himself mentally, Mike was still caught off guard by the enthusiasm of his Ravenclaw classmates.
The excited Ravenclaws had been waiting on the road that Mike had to pass through, and they surrounded him as soon as they saw Mike appear. Listening to everyone congratulating him, Mike felt that his expression must be very awkward.
Just when Mike was at a loss, a group of Quidditch players led by Roger squeezed through the crowd and lifted Mike up with one hand and one foot, and carried Mike back to Ravenclaw again.
"Everyone! Don't stand there stupidly, go back to the lounge, we have prepared the banquet!" Roger turned around and yelled at the Ravenclaws, "Professor Flitwick is not here tonight, we won't go home until we are drunk!"
The four words "not going home until we are drunk" completely stimulated many underage wizards. These wizards usually don't drink alcohol because of the ban on minors drinking. Now they have the opportunity to try something new like alcohol, and they immediately cheered and ran to the Ravenclaw lounge.
A group of people returned to the Ravenclaw lounge in a mighty manner. As soon as Mike was put down, he complained to Roger: "Shit, can't you change your way? I won't run this time, why do you want to carry me back again!"
Facing Mike's complaints, Roger scratched his head and smiled without saying anything, and directly stuffed a glass of butter beer into Mike's arms.
Mike was not at all weak, and drank it all in one gulp. This momentum of drinking to the end of the glass immediately caused a round of applause.
Mike smacked his lips and shook his head helplessly at the excited crowd.
Just kidding, Mike had already drunk butterbeer when he started the Dolphin Magic Drink business with the Weasley brothers in the first grade. You know, the Weasley brothers are the biggest "beat-to-death merchants" in Hogwarts, and they specialize in bringing in some alcohol and other contraband from outside the school. The butterbeer that Roger and his friends prepared today is probably imported from the Weasley brothers.
Butterbeer doesn't taste like alcohol, but a strange taste of sweet and salty. It's not hard to drink, but it's definitely not delicious. Although this thing is called beer, it is actually an alcoholic beverage. It's even hard to say whether there is alcohol in it.
Turning his eyes to other places, he saw that the Ravenclaw common room had changed a lot at this moment.
The neatly arranged desks had been put together to form several long tables, and the upper tables were filled with various delicacies and fine wines. Needless to say, the delicacies must have been made by Roger asking the house elves, and these little wizards couldn't make such exquisite food.
Roger also prepared a lot of fine wine this time, most of which were alcoholic beverages such as butterbeer. What surprised Mike the most was that there was also a strong liquor such as fire whiskey.
It was unknown where Roger got these liquors from. You know, the Weasley brothers dared not bring in liquors. If you were caught bringing in something like Butterbeer, you would at most be detained and deducted points, but bringing in liquor like Firewhiskey would be a serious offense.
"Roger, where did you get these things from?" Mike pouted in the direction of the Firewhiskey, "You dare to put them out, aren't you afraid of being expelled?"
"Hehe, the source is a secret." Roger said nonchalantly, "As for the expulsion you mentioned, don't joke, Professor Flitwick is not in school, what are you afraid of?"
Mike shook his head helplessly, leaving Roger who was a little too proud of himself, and looked for Penelope in the crowd.
At this moment, the long table was full of people. Mike's strong performance in the competition just now obviously won honor for Ravenclaw, so everyone present had a bright smile on their faces and was extremely excited.
Seeing a little wizard who was probably only in the third grade drinking a large glass of flaming Firewhiskey in one breath, Mike was amazed.
The alcohol content of whiskey is generally around 43 degrees. In addition to having a higher alcohol content, drinking fire whiskey will also give you a stimulating feeling of burning your internal organs. Even if Mike, who had experienced many battles in his previous life, had to drink such a large glass of fire whiskey, he would not dare to finish it in one breath. That third-year wizard was really a warrior.
But that third-year wizard was only a warrior for three seconds, because after three seconds he staggered and fell on the long table and fell asleep.
Mike's journey to find someone was not smooth. There were always people coming to toast along the way. Faced with these enthusiastic classmates, Mike couldn't refuse, and basically drank all the wine.
However, this was limited to butter beer. For example, Mike refused those guys who came to toast with two glasses of fire whiskey on the grounds that he was still young and couldn't drink such strong alcohol.
He didn't want to be like the warrior just now.
After searching in the crowd for a long time, Mike finally found Penelope in a corner. At this moment, she was chatting with several girlfriends, and there were several glasses of fire whiskey on the table.
"Beautiful ladies, I wonder if I have the honor to drink with you?" Mike came forward and invited with a smile.
Perhaps they were talking about some private topic about boys, when Mike came, the other girls blushed and ran away, leaving only Penelope sitting in her seat.
This was exactly what Mike wanted. Seeing that Penelope ignored him, Mike was not angry. He sat down next to Penelope and poured himself a small glass of fire whiskey.
"Why did you come to me now?"
Penelope said with drunken eyes.