Chapter 541

"I said, when did the pig head bar start its business and become so good?"

The pig head bar is still dilapidated as always. The wooden door that squeaked at the touch in front of us was even crushed by the customers in and out, and the other half still stuck to its post, shaking back and forth and moaning miserably.

Harry and they stared at everything in front of them in amazement and were stunned.

"I probably understand why," Marca grinned. "Well, the soliciting effect of beauty is really beyond imagination. It seems that the salary given by albus is not in vain!"

"What salary?" said Ron curiously.

"I don't need to explain it to you. Just go in and have a look." Maka pointed to the inside of the door and motioned everyone to squeeze in and say hello. "Come on! Come on, you can't turn around and leave? I think there should be a room upstairs."

Why do you say you'll know at a glance? When Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped into the bar one by one, they immediately heard a clear and pleasant female voice passing through the customer crowd and reaching their ears.

Charlotte was a famous beauty in Hogwarts, and many people knew her. In addition, she is still a professor assistant. Although she may not be seen often in class, there are still quite a lot of people familiar with her.

"Miss Witt?" Hermione said in surprise. "How did she come here to be a bartender?"

"To earn some pocket money," Marca replied. "In fact, I introduced her at the beginning - although she also gets a salary and doesn't spend money on food and accommodation at school, that salary is sometimes not enough for her."

"That's hard work!" Hermione nodded.

"Yes! Life is not easy," Marca waved. "Come on! Say hello and go upstairs to have a rest."

After Dumbledore's funeral, few outsiders came to Hogsmeade village. The reason why it is so crowded here now is that the male students who come from the wind - especially the senior students are in the majority.

Therefore, Charlotte had to find reasons to refuse others to stay, but now there are no people to stay.

"Hi, sister!" when Maka used the old title, she couldn't help feeling a trace of nostalgia. "Good morning! Where's aberforth? The old man asked you to greet the guests here alone? Where did he hide himself?"

"Ah! Isn't this Marca?" Charlotte put her head in the bar and looked at the Marca squeezed in from the outside. "She said happily," you still call me sister? It used to be strange to listen to it, but you're used to listening to it a few times... But now you're a professor. How dare I let you call it that! "

"Others don't call me that. I'm unique when I call! Otherwise, how can I attract your great beauty's attention?"

Since the initial entrance dinner, he and Charlotte have been talking very casually. Now think about it, this surprisingly pure friendship is really very rare.

Luna, who crowded with him, somehow grabbed his robe, which surprised Maka for a while. What's the matter? Does this little girl finally know how to start declaring sovereignty?

Before Maka stole some fun, Luna leaned close to him and whispered, "Maka, I saw him. He's right there!"

"What? Who did you see?" makaton asked suspiciously. Her heart said that it was a pity that the girl was not jealous.

Well, it would surprise him if the girl with long blonde hair knew what taste was!

Following Luna's eyes, she glanced into the door behind Charlotte, but found nothing. It's dark there. I can't see clearly. God knows what Luna saw?

"I'll take Harry and them to sit down," Marca said to Charlotte. "Keep busy! If albus stingy gives you too little salary, remember to tell me that I'll help you find him more!"

It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Charlotte again, but now is really not a good time to talk. Not to mention anything else, at least his presence here has made many Hogwarts students whisper. I can't help it. Marca McLean is now more or less an idol and power star.

"Well, the boss is in the back!"

Charlotte also knew that this was not a place for gossip, so she said directly. She didn't say it clearly, because the second floor of the pig head bar is actually a stronghold of the order of the Phoenix. It's always good not to be noticed. And she doesn't have to say that Maka herself can't understand it.

"OK, talk at school when you have a chance!" Marca nodded, took Luna out of the crowd and asked Harry and others behind him to say hello.

There are so many people in front of the bar that they have to line up to say anything. Charlotte's charm can be seen.

After waiting for Harry, Ron and Hermione to talk to Charlotte, Marca led them out of the pig head bar again and led them around the back door of the bar in their questioning eyes.

This is a small alley. Just look at the dust and sundries in the alley. There are certainly not many people walking from here.

After waiting, Maka waved to the humble wooden door. With a glimmer of light, a large pattern of goat's head suddenly appeared on the bare door leaf.

"Cough..." he coughed at the goat's head, and then read meaningfully, "they all say goat horns are better bent!"

Before the voice fell, the eye position of the goat pattern immediately flashed two faint lights, and the door opened.

"Goat horn?" Ron said with a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

On Dumbledore's funeral day, although he and Harry had come out of the bar, they were almost familiar and unfamiliar with everything here. As for Dumbledore's brother, they had no chance to get to know him.

"It's just a code. Don't care." Marca shook her head. "It's the private interest of the bar owner... You'd better not ask more about that."

With that, he asked the four people to catch up quickly, so he led them in first.

The back door is located in the utility room at the end of the bar. As soon as you go in, you smell a musty smell, and it's quite strong. That smell stimulated everyone's nasal cavity and made everyone want to sneeze.

"Go faster, I don't want to be choked by the smell!" Marca pinched her nose and urged her friends to quickly pass through the oak barrel racks, and soon pushed open another door opposite the utility room.

"Ahoo! Ahoo -"

After all, someone couldn't help it and sneezed several times, while Marca looked at aberforth sitting at the table and turning over the book and rubbed her nose hard.

"I think you should take some time to clean up that junk room! Can't you smell it?" he complained to aberforth, who turned back.

"Well, I don't think it's necessary," said aberforth indifferently. "Anyway, I never go there myself. If you can't stand it, you can help me clean up - there's no need for anything in it."

"Still want me to be your free labor? That's beautiful!" Maka glared at him impolitely, which moved her eyes to the other side. "When did you have a house elf here?"

"He's starving. I'll feed him and he'll clean the bar for me." aberforth explained concisely, and his eyes had looked at Harry. "A lot of people were called to my bar that day. Noisy boys? HMM... and you guys, you were all there that day..."

"Uh... Hello, sir!"

Harry knew that the strong old man with white beard was obviously talking about the meeting here before R.A. was officially established. I just didn't expect that the owner of the bar had a good memory and recognized him at a glance.

Maka didn't bother the exchange of feelings between the two destined to meet. His attention had been attracted by the domestic elf standing at the table. Not to mention whether he could distinguish the appearance of the elf, at least the socks on the ELF's feet were enough to show his identity.

"That's him," Luna said. "I saw him at the door just now."

"Who?" asked Hermione.

She is very interested in domestic elves, and there is no reduction in the idea of changing their living environment.

"She probably means that this is the sock thief you met in Fengya wizard clothing store," Marca explained casually, looking at the house elf.

At first, the house elf stared at Maka and them with the same curiosity. But when Maka said this, his brain bag shook like a rattle, and his big ears shook with him, looking very funny.

"Dobby didn't steal socks. Dobby gave money!"

After hearing this familiar claim, Harry was stunned. A vague memory that had long gone with time slowly surfaced in his mind.

"Dobby?" he murmured.

"Oh - Harry Potter, it's really Harry Potter!" at the beginning, Harry always stood at the back. Obviously, he didn't have such a tall figure as aberforth, so he didn't find it until Harry spoke. "Dobby saw the respected Mr. Harry Potter again!"

Maka looked at the elf, with an accident on her face. He did not expect that Dobby, the elf who had inexplicably never appeared again in the second school year, would appear again in front of everyone at this time.

"Do you say..." he frowned slightly. "Something happened to Malfoy's house?"