In nature, a prolonged stare is considered provocative, just as it is in human society.
Since the mystery man was so rude, Tom wasn't about to back down, and looked back with his eyes wide open. The young man's face gave Tom a very strange feeling. Hair, with a monocle on the left eye, handsome, looks gentle.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs interrupted his gaze.
Tom looked away from the young man and went upstairs. At the same time, he tried to recall the young man's face in his mind, trying to remember what he looked like, but to his surprise, he found that the image of the man in his mind faded so quickly that he soon forgot the mystery man's face entirely, except that he was wearing a bowler hat and a monocle.
Tom was surprised: no wonder he had left his face uncovered, he had prepared himself.
The sound of footsteps and creaking stairs stopped and a tall, thin, eccentric-looking old man appeared. He had long hair and a gray beard as long as his hair. The beard was reminiscent of Albus Dumbledore, and in fact the waiter was Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth Dumbledore.
"Fresh faces?" Looking around the bar, the bartender's eyes naturally fell on Tom and the man in the bowler hat.
The mystery man took off his bowler hat, gave a soft smile and said in a very magnetic voice, "You can call me Ravenclaw Evans."
At these words, all eyes turned to the man.
There was no English wizard who did not know the name Ravenclaw, and he dared to call himself Ravenclaw.
"Like the lady, I'm a ravenclaw." explained Evans unhurriedly, showing that he shared the Ravenclaw lady's paranoid fervor for knowledge.
"If your name is Ravenclaw, then I'll be Merlin!" Tom blurted out a name, not to be outdone!
Evans looked at Tom, "A name is just a code name, of course you can be Merlin."
Tom thought the man was interesting, but before he could respond, Evans addressed the bartender directly, "Two butterbeers, I'd like to buy Mr. Merlin a drink."
The bartender looked at Evans and Tom like they were crazy,
He waited for the boss to nod before reluctantly shoving the two dirty bottles in front of Evans. Evans turned his hand and tossed one to Tom, waving his hand at the bartender and politely declining the offered "dirty" glass. The waiter looked so offended that he immediately turned his head away from Evans.
Evans rummaged through the lining of his coat and pulled out two exquisite multi-colored gold cups, and handed one of them to Tom. Tom wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he took it anyway. He felt instinctively that the cup was right, and that if the man in front of him wanted to hurt someone, he would not have chosen to do it this way. It was his instinct, and Tom always trusted his instincts.
Still, a shiver ran down Tom's spine as he looked at the wrapped bottle: it was because of the strange drink he had consumed that he had had a bitter experience earlier. Looking at the bottle in front of him, which could qualify for a scavenger hunt program, he shuddered.
He uncorked the bottle and looked at Evans, "What do you want from me?"
"You're an interesting man." Evans poured the butterbeer from the bottle, all the other butterbeers sold in the store were brown ale with a thick cream top, but the Pig's Head Butterbeer was unique in that it poured a golden yellow syrup.
Tom poured himself a glass, which was a little thicker, and when he shook it lightly, the liquor stuck to the sides of the glass. Tom knew this was a sign of the high sugar content.
Tom took a sip of the syrup and found that the liquid was as sweet as honey, with a creamy taste that rushed into his mouth as he swallowed it, surprisingly better than any butterbeer anywhere else.
"Every English magic restaurant makes their butterbeer differently, but I can confirm that the one at the Hog's Head pub is the closest to the original taste," Evans explained to Tom as he swirled his glass and watched the liquid slowly slide down the walls.
"The name Butter Beer, in fact, is a misnomer, but it's actually Buttered Ice Wine. Brewers pressed frozen grapes and fermented the wine in the traditional way, adding lots of cream and butter in the last step to create this warming wine. Wizards of the time, with just a small bottle of this wine, could fight all day in the snow and ice without tiring."
As if to convince Tom, Evans also told him the source of this claim, and with a little organization of what he said, he could write an article entitled "The Origin of Butterbeer in British Magic."
"You may not believe it, but you are special in my eyes, and I know you can provide me with the knowledge I want." Evans drained his glass, pursed his lips and said, "As a gesture of my good faith, to kindle our friendship, I would like to offer you some knowledge first."
Tom laughed, Evans, the man, really knew his stuff! He also knew how to catch a big fish on a long line.
Just like a game, if you want people to play it, the best way to do it is to adjust the blast rate of the new player group, so that newcomers can use the original stones they have saved from the rookie missions to send ten shipments. In this way, the newcomers get caught like dumb fish after the bait, and when they react it is too late.
For example, some of them were caught in the rookie pool with a beautiful five-star girl in black silk with cat ears - only to find out later that the rest of the pools are always guaranteed! By the time they realized it, they were hooked and had to endure it over and over again.
It is then, looking at the deck, that the fish really understand the poem "The Rogue".
Of course, there are some idiots who don't even know how to sweeten the deal for newcomers. Some games even have eight packs of cards without a single gold, does that make sense?
Tom looked at Evans, not really wanting to talk to him, the free ones were the most expensive! He knew.
"What I believe in is equivalent exchange," looking at Tom as if he was about to walk away, Evans stopped him and asked him to reconsider, "I can actually give you some free knowledge first!"