Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 216: Pig’s Head Bar

Into November, the weather has become very cold, and the mountains around Hogwarts Castle are covered in snow.

In the morning, a layer of frost appeared on the window. Albert covered a yawn, rolled over and tucked into the bed, reluctant to get up. Suddenly there was a burst of desperate screams and curses from the dormitory, "Damn, why is it not raining today."

"George, shut up." Lee Jordan pulled the sheet to cover his head and couldn't help complaining, "Don't yell, it's going to make a lot of noise in the early morning."

"It's so cold, close the window." Albert, who was curled up under the covers, couldn't help muttering.

"Are you going into the woods today?" Fred asked, sticking his head out of the bed and looking at the closed window, "Can we find the bouncing toadstool in this weather?"

"It's hard to say," Albert suggested. "We should go to Hogsmeade. Remember the Hog's Head bar I said before? It's said to be a black market trading floor, and today it's a Hogwarts student. On the day of going to Hogsmeade, even if someone accidentally breaks in, it will not be too awkward."

Albert looks mature enough to pretend he's a third grader. Anyone who didn't know him would never know that he was a second-year student.

"The black market? I haven't been to the black market yet. What kind of place is that?" Lee Jordan immediately agreed with Albert's proposal. Although he couldn't go to the Forbidden Forest to find the bouncing toadstool, he could go to Hogmore. Germany's black market is actually not bad.

"I don't know, but it's best not to expect too much," Albert explained. "I heard that from Hagrid."

"Go to Hogsmeade!"

After a few brief discussions, the decision to go to Hogsmeade was finalized.

At breakfast time, everyone was talking about Hogsmeade, and they all seemed to be very excited, but there were a few junior students who were listening to other senior students talking about the only wizarding village in the UK, and about Hogsmeade. Fun and new stuff from Germaud.

After breakfast, the four of them played two more rounds of wizard cards. After a little digestion, they went to Hogsmeade through the secret passage. This journey was very time-consuming. All shivered from the cold.

"Go to the Three Broomsticks and warm up with a hot butterbeer first." Albert's suggestion was unanimously approved by several people.

Ms. Rosmerta looked at the four young customers in surprise, turned her head to look at the mechanical clock next to her, and asked in surprise, "You guys actually arrived before the other students?"

Albert warmed his hands on a mug full of butterbeer, smiled at the bar owner and said, "That's our secret!"

"Oh, well, secret!" muttered Ms. Rosmerta to herself. "I think I should go get ready, it's going to get busy soon."

"When did you say the first batch of students would arrive?" Fred sat by the fireplace and made a fire.

"Anyway, it wasn't before us." Lee Jordan took a sip of butterbeer and squinted his eyes comfortably. "If only I could take some home and drink it slowly."

"That's a good idea." Albert asked Ms. Rosemerta sideways. "I'd like to buy a small keg of butterbeer."

"That won't work," Ms. Rosemerta flatly declined. "I don't want the head of Hogwarts to write to me complaining that a student was drunk at school."

"This thing can still get drunk?" Albert muttered uncontrollably.

"What a shame."

"I know where to get a lot of butterbeer," said Albert mysteriously, after the bar owner had left the counter.

"Pig's Head Bar?" Fred immediately guessed what Albert meant.

Albert nodded, indicating that Fred guessed right.

After drinking the butter beer, and after the body was warm, several people got up and left the three brooms and began to search for the location of the pig's head bar in Hogsmeade. It should be a relatively remote bar or hotel, and it should also be on the edge of the trail. It should not look very good, and the sign hanging on it should be a pig's head.

Hogsmeade is actually a small village. There are not many wizards in itself. A few people have already found the location of the pig's head bar before the students of Hogwarts arrive.

"Is this here?" George pointed to the tattered wooden signboard with a pig's head painted in front of him and said to several of his companions. In fact, they didn't spend much time, just strolled around Hogsmeade Village, then turned from the post office on Central Avenue into a side road, and found the pig's head bar in the transmission.

Albert pretended he was just passing by, glanced inside, and walked in inadvertently. The bar was small, dark, and very dirty, and the air had a strong smell of sheep mutton, similar to the black market he guessed.

The most important thing is that there are no customers here, which is why Albert brought Fred in.

"It's dirty," George couldn't help muttering.

"This is the black market?" Lee Jordan had a look of hopelessness on his face, and after being glared by Albert, he obediently shut his mouth.

As soon as they entered the Hog's Head Bar, Fred and the others began to look around the bar's environment. It was two different worlds from Three Broomsticks.

A few windows are thick with dirt, and the light from outside barely penetrates the bar, lined with candle heads on rough wooden tables.

"It's really boring here." Albert suppressed the irritability in his heart. He couldn't help it, and centuries of dirt had accumulated under his feet. At first glance, he thought the ground was compacted mud. This makes Albert directly think of the dung road of the Middle Ages in Europe, which is really disgusting.

"What do you want?" muttered the bar owner, who stepped sideways through a back door to meet them.

"Is this a bar?" Albert asked uncertainly, looking at the tall and thin little old man in front of him.

"Yes." The old man with gray hair and white beard replied casually.

"Can we buy a small barrel of Butterbeer from here to take away?" Albert asked again, they had just had Butterbeer, but they didn't plan to continue drinking here, and the hygiene conditions at the Hog's Head Bar Worse than expected.

"A Galleon." The man bent over and pulled out a dusty, filthy oak keg from under the counter and placed it heavily on the bar.

"Here." Albert pulled Galleon from his pocket and placed it on the rough counter.

"It's heavy." George reached for the barrel, only to find that the small barrel was a little heavy.

The barkeeper put the money Albert gave him into an old wooden cash drawer, and the wooden drawer slid open and swallowed the money.

He took out a dirty rag and started wiping the wine glass, looking at the four with interest, as if to see what they would do with the heavy keg.

"Get out of the way." Albert reached for George, pulled his wand from his pocket, waved at the keg of beer, and chanted it to shrink it drastically. Then, in front of everyone's eyes, he picked up a small beer keg and put it into the pocket on his robe.

"I didn't think of that." George reached out and patted the back of his head, muttering uncontrollably.

"Let's go." Albert greeted everyone to leave the Hog's Head Bar, and he didn't want to stay here longer.

"Do you feel that this bar owner is a little familiar, as if he's seen it somewhere." Lee Jordan said suddenly.

"I think I've seen it somewhere, too." Fred and George echoed.

Albert glanced at the bar owner and muttered, "Probably a relative of Professor Dumbledore."

His voice was quiet enough for everyone in the bar to hear.

"A relative of Principal Dumbledore?" Fred and the others were very surprised, and turned to look at the bar owner. Dumbledore was no different from a great man in the minds of most students.

"Why are you here?" A familiar and surprised voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Good morning Hagrid." Albert turned and greeted Hagrid with a smile.

"You shouldn't be here." Hagrid looked at Albert, frowning and said, "Also, I remember you seem to be..."

"By the way, Hagrid, the owner of the Hog's Head Bar is a relative of Headmaster Dumbledore, right!" Albert interrupted what Hagrid wanted to say.

"What?" Hagrid was also taken aback, probably not expecting Albert to ask such a question, "Why would you ask this?"

"Eyes Hagrid," Albert reminded, "their eyes are very similar."

"Oh, um, it seems like a relative," Hagrid said vaguely, seeming reluctant to bring these things up.

"How did you come here?" George continued interrupting.

"I..." Hagrid didn't want to answer.

"Are you going to feed Louie?"

"What is Louville?" Fred asked curiously.

"Hagrid's new puppy," Albert explained casually.

"Oh, Hagrid, you brought it back to life?" Aberforth looked at Hagrid in amazement, of course he knew that Hagrid bought a sick three-headed dog from a greek, but more Surprised Hagrid seemed to have a good relationship with the four children in front of him.

"Well, Lou Wei is healthy now, but it has been raining a while ago, and he doesn't like it very much." Hagrid muttered vaguely.

"Can we go see your new puppy?" Fred noticed Albert's beckoning look and continued the conversation.

"Okay, you guys, why are you here?" Hagrid asked in a loud voice.

"Today is the day Hogwarts students head to Hogsmeade," Albert said solemnly.

"Of course I know today is the day Hogwarts students go to Hogsmeade, but that's a third-year and above thing, I remember you're only second-year." Hagrid couldn't help complaining, " Filch's old eater actually let you sneak out."

"Don't be angry with Hagrid, we're just going out for a walk. Now Hogsmeade is full of Hogwarts students. It's safe here." Albert comforted.

"But you broke the school rules," Hagrid warned, poking Albert's chest with his fingers.

"The rules are meant to be violated. You said it was Hagrid." Albert said carelessly, "and, it's not a serious matter."

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, and Fred and the others next to him couldn't close their mouths in astonishment. I didn't expect that someone could take the violation of the school rules for granted.

"I can't tell you." Hagrid pretended to be annoyed. "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Let's see what the black market in the wizarding world is like. To be honest, a little disappointed." Albert made no secret of the disappointment on his face, which, of course, was faked for Hagrid.

"What are you going to buy on the black market?" Hagrid asked warily.

"Rune eggs." Albert said without hesitation.

"You want to raise snakes?" Hagrid was very surprised and looked up and down Albert again.

"I'm not a Slytherin student, so how can I be interested in snakes." Albert shook his head and explained, "I heard that eating rune eggs can make people smarter, so I'm going to buy some Go back and taste it and see if you can make yourself smarter."

At this moment, not only Hagrid, but Aberforth opened his mouth in surprise.

"You want to eat rune eggs?" Hagrid's face twitched slightly, and he couldn't help saying, "I think you're smart enough."

"But no one would mind being smarter." Albert turned to look at Fred and asked, "Do you want to be smarter?"

"Of course."

"Look." Albert spread his hands towards Hagrid, then looked at the bar owner and asked, "This is..."

"Albusford Dumbledore," said the barkeeper.

"Mr. Albusford, how much does a rune egg cost?" Albert asked politely.

"The trade in snake eggs has continued to flourish on the black market for centuries." Albusford said after hesitating, "It's a bit difficult to get one, and it costs between five Galleons to ten Galleons for one. ."

"It would be great if you could get me one or two." Albert smiled and offered his price, "Ten Galleons each. Of course, don't take fake ones. To fool me, I still have basic common sense."

Albusford raised his eyebrows, looked at Albert deeply, and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Albert..." Hagrid couldn't help but said, "When dealing with guys in the black market, you need to raise your spirits ~IndoMTL.com~ Of course I know." Albert said, "However, isn't this Dumbledore's relative? I think he should be trustworthy to a certain extent, and everyone can take what they need."

"For a gold coin, I can introduce you to a fairly reliable guy, if you need anything." Albusford suddenly raised his finger and said to Albert.

"Albusford." Hagrid glared at the owner of the Hog's Head bar with dissatisfaction.

Albert pulled out a gold coin and tossed it to Albusford.

"His name is Mundungus." Albusford looked at Albert in surprise, and the other side simply surprised him.

"That smelly thief Mundungus?" Hagrid obviously didn't like the guy named Mundungus.

"His full name is Mundungus Fletcher," said Albusford, already waving his wand to release a white light.

"What is that?" Fred and the others looked at the disappearing white light and couldn't help asking.

"Probably the Patronus," Albert explained.

"You know?" Albusford was surprised that Albert knew about the Patronus, a very advanced magic.

"I know, I'm practicing. But, what are you doing with the Patronus?" Albert asked pretending to be curious, he naturally knew that the Patronus could be used to communicate.

"Subpoena, Mundungus will be here soon," explained Albusford.

"I haven't heard that the Patronus can also be used for communication? The way you invented it?" Albert asked curiously.

"No." Albusford shook his head.

"That must be Headmaster Dumbledore, as expected of Headmaster." Albert muttered to himself, while secretly observing the change in Albusford's expression.