Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 965: Hog’s Head

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Ivan doesn't care about Umbridge. He wants to ask Dumbledore about the situation of Vampire(s), but the other party did not give him the opportunity. After dealing with this matter, he didn't know where to go. It must not be in the headmaster office.

A few days after that, Umbridge never appeared in the school.

A lot of people are wondering whether scar on her face has no way to get rid of it, and she has no face to stay in Hogwarts.

If any professor encounters this embarrassing thing, it would be better to resign.

Such rumors have been going on, many people have said with swear that Umbridge has submitted a resignation letter to Dumbledore as if it were the same as the real one.

In short, in this pleasant atmosphere, everyone ushered in the first Hogsmeade visit this semester.

Everyone has been looking forward to this day for a long time, and Ivan and Hermione will also discuss with you about the formation of an extracurricular group to conduct combat training and learn defensive skills.

Compared with the lesson Umbridge, this is the real thing.

The morning when I went to Hogsmeade Village, the weather was fine, but there was wind.

After breakfast, Ivan, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Colin lined up in front of Filch, and he was going to check their names against the long list of people on the list who were allowed by parents or guardians to visit Hogsmeade Village Classmates.

Since the departure of Umbridge, Filch has also settled down a lot. After waving, he let Ivan pass them a few.

"It feels really good, Umbridge is not there, the atmosphere in the whole school has become a lot easier." Ron said, "Well, if I can, I hope that woman will resign and never return."

"That's impossible!" Hermione said, "We have to be careful, she won't just do that. After all, the two of you did too much last time, I heard that she hurt It seems heavy ... "

"That's what she deserves!"

"Yeah, yes, but she is after all ..."

"Okay, Hermione, where are we going now?" Harry asked hurriedly, "The Three Broomsticks?"

"Oh, no!" Hermione's attention was distracted, and he was not worried about the revenge of Umbridge. This was already the most discussed topic of their time. "No, it's always crowded and noisy. I discussed it with Ivan and asked others to meet us at Hog's Head, which is another bar, you know, not on the road. That ’s right, I also think it ’s a little unsafe, but the classmates do n’t usually go there. , So I do n’t think we will be overheard. "

"That bar is very deserted, we can get a box." Ivan said.

They walked along the road and passed Zonko's Joke Shop. As expected, they saw Fred, George and Lee Jordan here.

After passing the post office, some owls flew out of it after a while.

Then they turned into a side road with a small bar at the intersection. A torn wood signboard was hung on the rusty Scabbers bracket on the door. A cut wild boar head was painted on it, and blood stains penetrated the white cloth covering it.

When they approached, the signboard was creaked by the wind, and the five of them hesitated outside the door.

"Go, go in." Hermione said, looking a little nervous.

"Relax, nothing, here is, um, it looks worn out!" Ivan said, taking the lead in.

In fact, this is not a bit of a dilapidation.

It's completely different from The Three Broomsticks. The big bar there always makes people feel bright, clean and warm, but Hog's Head only has a small, dark, very dirty room with a thick sheepskin taste.

Thick dirt accumulates on the bay windows, the light hardly penetrates, and some candle heads are lit on the rough wooden table.

At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud.

But when I stepped on it, I found out that what originally was a stone paved floor had now accumulated centuries worth of dirt.

Ivan had been here a few times before, but still couldn't help but sniffed his nose, and was not used to smelling the thick smell of sheep in the air.

Speaking of it, Dumbledore's brother Aberforth really has a soft spot for goats.

"Do you remember?" Harry said in a low voice, "Hagrid once said that he won an dragon egg(s) here, that is Norbert, that Norway Ridgeback, what happened in our first grade."

"Yeah, he said he won from a stranger wearing hood." Ron said, swallowing.

"It's very in line with the style here, isn't it? I've always been wondering that the man always kept his face tight when they were interacting. Why doesn't Hagrid doubt it." Harry continued.

Until now, he discovered that it seems popular in Hog's Head to hide his face.

There was a man at the bar, his entire head wrapped in a dirty gray bandage.

However, you can still pour a smoky, flame-burning thing from a bandage gap in your mouth, cup by cup, sitting by a table by the window with two figures wearing hood, if They didn't speak with a very strong Yorkshire accent, they just thought they were dementor(s).

In the dark corner next to the fireplace sits a witch, a thick black scarf hanging down to her feet.

They can only see the tip of her nose because it lifts the mask slightly.

"I don't think it's right!" Harry whispered as they walked towards the bar. He looked at the witch(es) with a scarf wrapped around his body with special attention. "Did you think it would be Umbridge?" "

Hermione narrowed her eyes and took a glance at the figure wrapped in gauze.

"Umbridge is shorter than that woman!" she whispered, "and she should be in the hospital now, even if she came here on Umbridge, she couldn't stop us. I read the school rules and regulations repeatedly two or three times , We did not deviate. I also specifically asked Professor Flitwick, can students enter Hog's Head, he said yes, but he repeatedly suggested that I bring my own cup. We are not really forming an army, but an extracurricular group, let Ivan We study magic only, I have searched all the regulations that I can think of for organizing study groups and extra-curricular groups. They are within the absolute allowable range. I just think that we should not over-promote this, because Fudge and the Ministry of Magic does not want us to do this. "

"Wait a minute, don't you find out who she is?" Ivan said softly.

"Who is it?"

"Of course Mundungus!" Ivan said, "This disguise looks great, doesn't it?"