Chapter 876

In fact, the carnival lasted until more than ten o'clock. Anyway, for Fanlin, the warm fire, and the meek Hermione, a silent magic would be two worlds.

And Harry finally joined them, let a very nauseous person participate in a carnival, which is obviously not very reliable.

However, compared with the carnival, Harry is looking forward to the next day's Hogsmeade trip.

It was sunny but windy the day I went to Hogsmeade. After breakfast, they lined up in front of Mr. filch, who checked their names against a long list of all those who had been allowed to go to the village by their parents or guardians.

Harry felt a little uneasy about his conscience. He thought that if it were not for Sirius, he would not have gone at all.

When Harry stood in front of filch, the caretaker sniffed him as if he were trying to find out something from Harry. Then he simply nodded and raised his chin. Harry walked past him and stepped on the cold, sunny stone road.

Fanlin was surprised that he had been treated in the same way. Because of Mrs. loris, the relationship between van Lin and Mr. filch was good, but the arrival of Umbridge changed the situation.

"Well - why does filch smell you like that?" Ron asked as van Lin, Harry and Hermione briskly down the road leading to the gate. "I think he's smelling of dung bombs," Harry said with a smile. "I forgot to tell you..."

Then he told of his letter to Sirius, and a few seconds later Figg rushed in and asked to see the letter. To his surprise, Hermione was very interested in what he said, even more interested than himself.

"He said he got the news that you ordered stink bombs? But who told him? "

"I don't know," Harry shrugged. "Maybe Malfoy. He'll think it's funny."

"Maybe, but I prefer that it's Umbridge's way to let the administrator watch us, but..." Either Ulrich or the witch would laugh. Either of them would help.

Is it true that the small dried fish from the crook mountain were fed for nothing?

Four men passed through the high stone pillars decorated with winged beasts on top, then turned right and walked on the road leading to the village. The wind blew their hair into their eyes.

All the way into hogmar, she pondered on what Van Lin had said, and there was no doubt that when it came to Umbridge, the girl was always sensitive.

"Where the hell are we going?" Harry asked, "three brooms?"

"I don't know." Fanlin said, yesterday he just distracted, did not care too much about the girl said or not.

"Oh - no," said Hermione, waking from her meditation: "no, it's always crowded and noisy. I've told others to meet us at pig's head, which is another bar, you know, it's not on the road. I think it's kind of You know Hidden But students don't usually go, so I don't think anyone will eavesdrop. "

They walked down the main road, past the Joker's shop, where they met Fred, George and Lee Jordan, and passed the post office, where owls would set off regularly and then turn into a path with a pub at the end. A splintered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket above the door, with a stern boar's head painted on it, its blood dripping on the surrounding white cloth. As they approached, the sign creaked in the wind, and the three of them hesitated at the door.

"Well, come on," Hermione said nervously, and van Lin took the lead and walked in.

It's totally different from the three broomsticks. The big bar there gives a warm, clean feeling. The pig's head bar is a small, dark and dirty room with a strong goat like smell. There was a thick layer of dirt on the bar's windows, so only a little light could get in. Instead, there were short, bald candles on the rough wooden table in the room. At first, the floor looked like a compacted mud floor, but as soon as Harry went up, he knew it was a stone floor, which seemed to have accumulated dust for thousands of years.

Harry remembers Hagrid mentioning the bar in the first year: "I met a lot of interesting guys in the pig's head"

Hagrid once said this to explain how he won a dragon's egg from a hooded stranger. At that time, Harry had wondered why Hagrid was not surprised that the stranger had been masked all the time. Now he found that covering his face seemed to be popular among pigs.

There was a man in the bar, his whole head tied in a dirty gray bandage, but he managed to swallow countless cups of smoking, blazing things from a small opening in his mouth. At a table by the window sat two men, whose outlines were hidden under their turbans, whom Harry would have thought were Dementors if they had not spoken in a strong Yorkshire accent. In a shadowed corner by the fireplace sat a witch, wearing a thick, black veil that hung down to her feet. They could only see the tip of her nose, which held the top of the veil out slightly."I don't know, Hermione," Harry muttered as they walked through the bar. He paid particular attention to the witch in the heavy veil: "did you think that Umbridge might be under that veil?"

Hermione looked at the veiled witch. "Umbridge is shorter than her," she said quietly. "And anyway, even if Umbridge comes, she can't stop us, Harry, because I've checked the school rules again and again. We didn't foul. I also asked Professor frivy if he would allow students to come to pigs. He said yes, but he strongly recommended that we bring our own cups. And I checked all the rules that I could think of about learning societies and study groups, which was totally allowed. I just don't think we should publicize what we do

"No," Harry said dryly, "especially if it's not strictly a learning group, is it?"

The barman came out of the room and crept up to them.

He was an old man with a short temper and long gray hair and a beard. He was tall, thin and vaguely looking at Harry as if he knew him well.

"What do you want?" He muttered. "Four buttery beers, please," said Harry. The man reached under the counter, took out four very dirty, dusty bottles and put them on the bar with a bang.

"Eight tongnates," he said.

"Thank you," said Harry quickly, giving him silver coins.

The barman's eyes scanned Harry, pausing on his scar for a few seconds. Then he turned and walked away and put Harry's money in an old wooden cabinet, the drawer of which would slide open to collect the money.

Van Lin and Hermione retired to the furthest table from the bar and sat down, waiting for Harry and Ron to look around.

The man in a dirty gray bandage tapped the counter with his knuckles and got a smoky drink from the barman.

But what makes Fanlin care most is the bartender in the pig head bar.

It's not the first time that he came to the pig's head bar, but the last time he came, he didn't see the owner of the bar

As if sensing the observation, the bartender looked up a little at Van Lin, then squeezed out an ugly smile and turned away.

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