Chapter 377

A few days later, on the last day of the week, Hogsmeade day also arrived as scheduled.

Because of Professor McGonagall's decision, Hogsmeade day, which was likely to be cancelled, opened normally again. Many of the little wizards who are being pressed uncomfortable by the looming dull atmosphere in the school decided to take advantage of this opportunity to relax.

Because of this, Hogsmeade village has ushered in the busiest day in history.

Of course, on the surface, this pure wizard village is no different from usual, but there are more people. But in those less prominent places, professors personally took the responsibility of guarding the students.

Hermione, Ron and Luna left the school gate and walked along the road on the left. The bright sunshine shines on them, but it still can't offset the cold wind.

The wind changed from time to time, making both girls' hair a little messy - of course, Hermione's messy brown hair has always been like this.

"Should we go down the secret road with Harry?"

Harry couldn't get Sirius's signature this year, so he had to go to Hogsmeade through the secret road in the school. It seems that I'm sorry to let my friend drill into the secret road alone, Ron suddenly said.

"Of course, the fewer people walking in the secret way, the better," Hermione pressed her hair hard to avoid covering her sight. "We have to let people see the normal whereabouts, so that people who want to have a heart will not doubt."

"A man with a heart? Who?" Ron said in surprise. "Hermione, did you find someone following us?"

"Don't look around!" Hermione said angrily. "I didn't find anything, but that doesn't mean we must not have been noticed, does it?"

"... prudence is an excellent quality. It can make people not easy to make mistakes," Luna said with blurred eyes, letting her long blond hair dance in the wind.

"Well, I think you're right... So," Ron asked, "let's set the gathering place at the pig's head bar. Is that really good? It's too remote..."

"Originally, I wanted to set it at the 'three brooms', and it's even more inconspicuous where there are many people..." Hermione whispered. "But now there must be other students there, maybe there are professors... Maka will agree to our plan. If it were other professors, it will certainly stop us."

"If it's a pig's head bar, people usually don't go, so at least they won't be overheard by people in the school."

They walked along the road. When they passed the zoko magic joke shop, they met Fred and George and their best friend Lee Jordan.

After that, they passed the owl post office and turned into the path on the right at the other end.

Along the way, Hermione and her classmates greeted each other normally. Although they are guys who rarely get along with each other on weekdays, polite and warm greetings will never be rejected.

Before long, they saw a small old bar on the right near the end of the path.

It was as old as ever. The dilapidated wooden signboard was hung under the rusty support above the lintel, and the head of a wild boar with a preservation spell was nailed to it.

The dirty blood seeped into the wood, and had already turned gray black covered with dust.

The wind has been very strong recently. When they approached, the sign was creaked by the wind.

"This place is really suspicious..." Ron subconsciously hesitated. "I don't know if Harry has arrived - he should be faster than us."

"It should be... All right?" Hermione hesitated. "After all, this is the wizard village frequented by students in Hogsmeade..."

Both seemed hesitant.

"... Marca and I mentioned that the butter beer here tastes good," Luna said suddenly, making Hermione and Ron look at her.

"Marca, he's been here?" Hermione seemed relieved. "That should be all right! Come on, let's hurry in. Maybe Harry is waiting for us!"

Led by her, the three pushed open the broken wooden door of the bar and walked in turn.

As soon as they entered the door, they immediately smelled an unusually strong smell of mutton before they could see the environment inside.

This place is completely different from the "three brooms" in the same bar.

There is no bright bar that has been wiped clean, no incense Candlestick mixed with spices and emitting warmth, and no proud female boss.

Here, there was only a small room, dark and narrow, and full of dust and dirt.

The windows on the side wall were so dirty that they could hardly penetrate the light. Some poor candle heads were lit on the uneven wooden table. Behind the bar stood a tall and thin old man with a gray beard.

Hermione stamped her foot gently, but found that her feet did not seem to be the expected mud, but the "old dirt" accumulated on the stone floor for centuries.

I remember Hagrid mentioned this bar several times before and said there were many interesting guys here. He won the dragon egg from a hooded stranger in the bar.

At that time, everyone may have wondered why Hagrid wouldn't be vigilant when he made a deal with a hiding guy?

But today, when they came here in person, they found that covering their faces in the pig head bar seems to be a default popular habit.

There is a wizard sitting at the bar - it can't tell whether it's a man or a woman, because all the visible parts of the man's body are wrapped in gray bandages.

Even so, you can pour some smoking and burning liquor through the gap of the bandage around your mouth.

By the dim window, two figures in hoods sat face to face, chatting in a strong Yorkshire accent.

But if you don't speak, it's estimated that many people will regard them as Dementors at a glance!

Next to the fireplace where the fire was very strong, a witch shrank in a dark corner where the fire could not shine. The black thick shawl hung from the tip of the nose to the instep of the foot, making people involuntarily think of an exotic nation on the back of a camel.

Harry didn't seem to be here yet. The three walked carefully across the table towards the bar.

"Hermione, it's all your fault for what you just said about tracking..." Ron lowered his voice. "Now I don't think anyone is a good man..."

"No, it has nothing to do with that," whispered Hermione, "because these people really don't look like good people - who would dress up like this if they didn't do something bad?"

"Although you're right, but..." Ron's eyes wandered on the people and looked at the witch wrapped in black yarn. "I still think something's wrong - look at that, can it be the old toad of Umbridge?"

Hearing this, Hermione glanced over there, but saw that the other party seemed to notice this side and turned her head a little.

She immediately looked away again.

"Umbridge must not be as high as that witch," Hermione whispered. "Besides, she should still do some disgusting report in the Ministry of magic! Moreover, the school has no regulations prohibiting students from entering the pig head bar - I've asked Professor flavy before."

She paused and seemed to add with some clarity: "... But the professor seriously advised me to bring my own cup if I have to go!"

"Don't be so quiet, I can hear you!" the old man with gray beard behind the bar suddenly stopped wiping the glasses and shouted with a rag. "Which bastard instilled bad words about my bar? Also, the glasses here are very clean!

Hermione was startled, but when she looked at the angry old man, she sensed a kind of familiarity.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Hermione quickly apologized.

"... forget it, what's the matter with you little girl," he muttered. "What do you want?"

"Butter beer!" Luna snapped. "The kind you have here!"

"Huh?" the old man glanced at her, and a trace of doubt flashed on his face. "Fresh face? I remember all who came - who introduced you?"

"Marca told me," Luna said with her head tilted.

On hearing the name, the old man immediately raised his gray eyebrows.

"Ha!" he grimaced and sneered, "it's that boy..."

Without asking Hermione and Ron, the old man bent down and took out three dirty wine bottles full of dust from under the counter and stung them heavily in front of them.

"Six Sikes," he said in an impatient voice.

"I'll pay."

A voice came from behind. The three looked back, but they saw that Harry had arrived.

The bar owner's eyes flashed over Harry's forehead, his hands kept moving, and neatly threw the silver coins handed by Harry into the wooden cash cabinet under the bar.

"Here you are, Harry!" Ron touched his arm happily.

"I'm not the only one. I see others behind me -" Harry motioned to the door.

Before the voice fell, the door of the bar was opened again, and a large group of people poured in one after another.

Neville and Ernie are ahead, followed by many people, including Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. There are many in every college except Slytherin.

And Ginny, of course, but she was accompanied by a tall and thin yellow haired boy. Harry and Ron subconsciously looked at him more.

At the back were the Weasley brothers and Lee Jordan they had met before. They all carried a large paper bag. Needless to say, it must be full of mischief goods from zoko's magic joke store.