Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 376: Legal assembly at Pig’s Head Bar
A few days later, it was the last day of the week, and Hogsmeade Day arrived as scheduled.
Because of Professor McGonagall's decision, Hogsmeade Day, which was most likely to be cancelled, is open again. Many of the little wizards who were uncomfortable under the looming dull atmosphere of the school decided to take this opportunity to relax.
For this reason, the village of Hogsmeade ushered in the busiest day ever.
Of course, on the surface, this pure wizarding village is no different from usual, it's just that there are more people. But in those less obvious places, the professors have personally assumed the duty of guarding the students.
Hermione, Ron, and Luna left the school gate and walked along the road on the left. The bright sunshine shone on them, but it still couldn't offset the cold wind.
The changing wind direction from time to time made the hair of both girls a little messy-of course, Hermione's tousled brown hair has always been like this.
"Should we walk the secret road with Harry?"
Harry failed to get Sirius' signature this year, so he had to go to Hogsmeade with the help of the secret tunnel in the school. It seemed that he was a little sorry for letting his friend drill the secret road by himself, and Ron said suddenly.
"Of course the fewer people walking the secret road, the better." Hermione pressed her hair blown up by the wind so as not to block her sight. "We have to let people see normal movements so that Will not make people with a heart doubt."
"The "hearted man"? Who?" Ron said in surprise, "Hermione, did you find someone following us?"
"Don't look around!" Hermione said grumpily, "I didn't find anything, but it doesn't mean that we must not have been noticed, did it?"
"...Caution is an excellent quality, it can make people not easy to make mistakes." Luna let her long pale blonde hair flutter in the wind, her eyes blurred.
"Well, I think you are right...then," Ron asked, "we set the meeting point at the Pig's Head Bar, is this really good? It's too remote there..."
"Originally, I wanted to settle on the'Three Broomsticks'. It is even more inconspicuous in places with a lot of people..." Hermione explained in a low voice, "But now there must be other students there, maybe there are professors. In... our plan was also approved by the Maca Society, and changing to another professor will definitely stop us."
"If it is a pig's head bar, people usually don't go there, so at least they won't be overheard by people in the school."
They kept walking along the road, and when they passed the Joko Magic Joke Shop, they did not accidentally ran into Fred and George, as well as their best friend Lee Jordan.
After that, they passed the Owl Post Office again and turned into the path on the right at the other end.
On the way, Hermione and the others greeted the classmates who passed by on the way normally. Although they are all the guys who rarely interact with each other on weekdays, the polite but enthusiastic greetings will never make people reject them.
Not long after, they saw a small old bar on the right near the end of the path.
Here is still as old as it always was, with a dilapidated wooden sign hung under the rusty bracket above the door lintel, and a wild boar head that had been cursed for preservation was nailed to it.
Dirty blood stains seeped into the plank, and it had already turned into a dusty gray-black.
The wind has been very strong recently, and when they approached, the sign was creaked by the wind.
"This place, how suspicious it looks..." Ron subconsciously hesitated, "I don't know if Harry is here-he should be faster than us."
"It should be...it's okay?" Hermione was also a little hesitant. "After all, this is in Hogsmeade, the wizarding village frequented by students..."
Both of them seemed hesitant.
"...Maca and I mentioned that the butterbeer here tastes good." Luna suddenly came up with such a sentence, making Hermione and Ron both look at her.
"Macatha has been here?" Hermione seemed to be relieved, "That should be fine! Go, let's go in quickly, maybe Harry is already waiting for us inside!"
Led by her, the three of them pushed open the broken wooden door of the bar and walked inside one by one.
As soon as they entered the door, before they could see the environment inside, they immediately smelled an unusually strong smell of sheep mutton.
This place is totally different from the "Three Broomsticks" that is also a bar.
There is no bright bar counter that has been wiped clean, there is no warm incense candlestick mixed with spices, and there is no proud female boss.
Here, there is only one dim and narrow room with dust and dirt everywhere.
The windows on the side walls were so dirty that they could barely let in light, some low-quality candle heads were lit on the uneven wooden table, and a tall and thin old man with a gray beard stood behind the bar.
Hermione stomped her feet lightly, only to find that her feet didn't seem to be the muddy ground as expected, but rather the "aged dirt" accumulated on the stone floor for centuries.
I remember that Hagrid had mentioned this bar several times before and said that there are many fun and interesting guys here. The fire dragon egg he won from a hooded stranger in this bar.
At that time, everyone might have wondered, how could Hagrid not be vigilant in dealing with a guy who hides his head and shows his tail?
But today, when they came here in person, they discovered that hiding their faces at the pig’s head bar seemed to be a default popular habit.
There is a wizard sitting over the bar-it is not clear whether it is a man or a woman, because all the body parts that can be seen are wrapped in gray bandages.
Even so, he can still pour some smoking, flame-burning liquor through the gap in the bandage around his mouth cup by cup.
And beside the lightly lit window, two figures in hooded cloaks sat face to face, chatting with a thick Yorkshire accent.
But if you don't speak, many people will think of them as dementors at a glance!
Besides the burning fireplace, a witch shrank in a dark corner out of the fire. The thick black veil hangs from the tip of her nose to the back of her instep, making people involuntarily think of a certain camel's back. Exotic peoples.
Harry didn't seem to be here yet, and the three cautiously walked past the table, toward the bar.
"Hermione, it's all because of what you said about tracking..." Ron lowered his voice, "Now I don't think anyone looks like a good person..."
"No, it has nothing to do with that," Hermione also whispered, "Because these people really don't look like good people-if you don't do anything wrong, who would dress yourself up like this?"
"Although you are right, but..." Ron's eyes dangled over those people, and he glanced at the witch who was covered in black gauze a few more times. "I Still don’t think it’s right-look at that, is it the old toad in Umbridge?"
Hermione heard the words and glanced over there, but when the other party seemed to notice this, her head turned slightly.
She immediately looked away again.
"Umbridge is definitely not as tall as that witch," Hermione said softly, "Besides, she should be doing disgusting reports at the Ministry of Magic! Moreover, the school has no regulations prohibiting students from entering the pig's head bar— —I’ve asked Professor Flitwick before."
She paused, and then seemed to add some knowingly: "...but the professor seriously advised me that if I have to go, remember to bring my own cup!"
"Don't be so low, I can hear it!" The old gray-bearded man behind the bar suddenly stopped wiping the glass and shook the rag and shouted, "Which **** instilled bad things about my bar?" Also, my cups here are very clean!
Hermione was taken aback, but when she cast her gaze on the grumpy old man, she inexplicably sensed a kind of familiarity.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Hermione quickly apologized.
"...Forget it, what's wrong with you little girl~IndoMTL.com~ He muttered, "What do you want? "
"Butterbeer!" Luna said rushingly, "The kind you have here!"
"Huh?" The old man glanced at her, a trace of confusion flashed across his face, "A new face? I remember everyone who came here-did you come here?"
"Maca told me." Luna tilted her head.
As soon as he heard the name, the old man raised his gray eyebrows.
"Ha!" He sneered with a sullen face, "It turned out to be that kid..."
The old man didn't ask Hermione and Ron. He bent down and took out three dusty dirty wine bottles from under the counter, and stopped in front of the three of them heavily.
"Six Sicos." He said in an impatient tone.
"I will pay."
A voice came from behind, and all three of them looked back, only to see that Harry had arrived.
The barkeeper's gaze flicked over Harry's forehead, his hands kept moving, and he neatly threw the silver coins Harry had handed into the wooden cash drawer under the bar.
"You are here, Harry!" Ron happily touched his arm.
"I'm not the only one, I see others behind—" Harry gestured to the door.
Before the voice was over, the door of the bar was opened again, and a large group of people poured in one after another.
Neville and Ernie were walking in the front, followed by a lot of people, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, every college except Slytherin.
Of course there was Ginny, but there was a tall, thin, yellow-haired boy next to her, and Harry and Ron both looked at him subconsciously.
At the end were the Weasley brothers and Lee Jordan they had met before. All three of them were holding a big paper bag. Needless to say, it must be full of prank goods from Joko's Magic Joke Shop.