harry potter book of crimes

"I asked, when did the business of the Pig's Head Bar become so good?"

The Pig's Head Bar is still as dilapidated as ever. The wooden door that creaks when touched is even half broken by the customers coming in and out, leaving only the other half still sticking to its post.

The ground shook and groaned pitifully.

Harry and the others stared at everything in front of them in astonishment, dumbfounded.

"I probably understand why," Maka said with a grin, "Well, the effect of beautiful women on attracting customers is beyond imagination. It seems that the salary Aberforth gave was not in vain!"

"What salary?" Ron asked curiously.

"There's no need for me to explain this to you. You'll know for yourself when you go in and take a look." Maka pointed to the inside of the door and motioned for everyone to squeeze in and say hello, "Let's go! We're all here, so we can't

Are you going to turn around and leave? I think there should be a room upstairs."

Why do you say you know it just by looking at it? When Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped into the bar one by one, they immediately heard a clear and sweet female voice faintly passing through the crowd of customers and reaching their ears.

Back then, Charlotte was a famous beauty at Hogwarts, and many people knew her. In addition, she still serves as a professor's assistant. Although you may not always see her in class, people who are familiar with her can

But there are still quite a few.

"Miss Werther?" Hermione asked in surprise, "Why did she come here to work as a bartender?"

"Come to earn some pocket money," Maka replied, "In fact, I was the one who introduced her here in the beginning - even though you get paid as a professor's assistant, and you don't have to spend money on food and accommodation at school, but that salary is not enough for you.

Sometimes it’s not enough for her.”

"That's really hard work!" Hermione nodded.

"Yes! Life is not easy," Maka waved her hand, "Come on! Go say hello and go upstairs to rest for a while."

After Dumbledore's funeral, there were basically not many outsiders coming to Hogsmeade. The reason why it is so crowded now is entirely because of the male students who came here after hearing the news - especially the senior students.

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Therefore, at that time, Charlotte was still looking for reasons to refuse others to stay, but now no one comes to stay.

"Hi, senior!" When Maka used this old title, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia in her heart, "Good morning! Where's Aberforth? The old man will let you greet the guests here alone.

?Where did he hide himself?"

"Ah! Isn't this Maka?" Charlotte poked her head inside the bar and looked at Maka who squeezed in from the outside and said happily, "You still call me senior sister? It used to sound strange, but

You will get used to it after hearing it a few times...but you are a professor now, how dare I let you call me that!"

"No one else calls me that, so I look more unique when I sound it! Otherwise, how can I attract the attention of this beautiful woman like you?"

Ever since the first entrance dinner, he and Charlotte had always talked very casually. Now that I think about it, this surprisingly pure friendship is really rare.

After Luna, who had squeezed in with him, heard this, she somehow grabbed his robe, which surprised Maka for a while. What, did this little girl finally know how to declare her sovereignty?

Before Maka could have some fun, Luna leaned close to him and whispered: "Maka, I saw him, he is right there!"

"What? Who did you see?" Maka suddenly asked in confusion, thinking that it turns out this girl is not jealous, which is really a pity.

Anyway, if this girl with long pale blond hair knew what taste was, that would surprise him!

Following Luna's gaze, she glanced into the door behind Charlotte, but found nothing. It was so dark there that she couldn't see much. God knows what did Luna see?

"I'll take Harry and the others to sit down for a while," Maka said to Charlotte, "You continue your work! If Aberforth's stingy salary is too low for you, remember to tell me and I will help you find him.

Order more!”

It's not that he doesn't want to chat with Charlotte anymore, but it's really not a good time to chat right now. If nothing else, at least his appearance here has already made many Hogwarts students start whispering.

.No way, he, Maka McClain, can now be regarded as more or less an idol and powerful star.

"Well, the boss is at the back!"

Charlotte also knew that this was not a place for small talk, so she said it bluntly. She did not say it clearly, because the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar is actually a stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix, and it is always good to avoid people noticing. Moreover,

There is no need for her to say this, Maka herself understands it perfectly.

"Okay, let's talk at school when we get the chance later!" Maka nodded and took Luna back out of the crowd, letting Harry and others who were following him step forward to say hello.

There are so many people in front of the bar that they have to queue up even to talk casually. The charm of this beautiful lady Charlotte is evident.

After waiting for Harry, Ron and Hermione to say a few words to Charlotte, Maca led them out of the Pig's Head Bar again, and led them around with their questioning eyes.

The back door of the bar.

This is a small alley. You can tell just by looking at the dust and debris in the alley. There are definitely not many people walking here.

Then Maka waved her hand towards the inconspicuous wooden door, and as a faint light flashed by, a large goat's head pattern suddenly appeared on the bare door leaf.

"Ahem..." He coughed dryly at the goat's head, and then said meaningfully, "They say goat horns are better when they are bent!"

Before he finished speaking, two dots of light flashed across the goat-patterned eyes, and the door opened.

"Goat horns?" Ron looked confused, "What do you mean?"

On the day of Dumbledore's funeral, although he and Harry had been out of this bar before, almost everything here was still familiar yet unfamiliar. They had never met Dumbledore's brother.

Opportunities to learn.

"It's just a code, don't worry about it." Maka shook her head, "It's the bar owner's personal interest... On this point, you'd better not ask any more questions."

After saying that, he asked the four of them to follow quickly and walked in first.

This back door is located in the utility room at the end of the bar. As soon as we walked in, everyone smelled a musty smell, and it was quite strong. The smell irritated everyone's nostrils, making everyone want to have a good time.

Sneeze a few quick times.

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

of another door.

"A sneeze! A sneeze——"

After all, someone couldn't help it anymore and sneezed several times. Maka looked at Aberforth who was sitting at the table and reading a book angrily and rubbed her nose vigorously.

"I think you should take some time to clean that utility room! Can't you smell the smell there?" He complained to Aberforth who turned around.

"Humph, I don't think it's necessary," Aberforth said nonchalantly, "I never go there myself anyway. If you can't bear it, you can help me pack it up - there's no need for anything inside."

"You still want me to work for you as free labor? That's a great idea!" Maka glared at him rudely, then moved her gaze to the other side, "Since when did you have a house elf here?"

"He was starving to death. I gave him food to eat, and he cleaned the bar for me." Aberforth explained briefly and concisely, and his eyes were already looking at Harry, "There were a lot of calls that day.

The kid who came to make a scene in my bar? Well...and you guys were all there that day..."

"Uh...hello, sir!"

Harry knew that the strong old man with a white beard was obviously talking about the time when R.A. came here for a meeting before it was officially established. But he didn't expect that the bar owner had a very good memory and recognized him at a glance.

Maka did not interrupt the exchange of feelings between the destined acquaintances. His attention was already attracted by the house elf standing at the table. Not to mention whether he could tell the elf's appearance, at least he could tell the elf's appearance.

The layers of socks that the elf wore on his feet were enough to identify him.

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

"Who?" Hermione asked.

She is very interested in house elves, and her desire to change the living environment of these little guys has not waned at all.

"She probably said that this is the sock thief you met at Fengya Wizard Clothing Store." Maka looked at the house elf and explained casually.

At first, the house elf stared at Maka and the others with the same curiosity. But when Maka said these words, his big head shook like a rattle, and his big ears followed him.

He shook his head violently, looking very funny.

"Dobby didn't steal the socks, Dobby gave him money!"

After hearing this familiar self-identification, Harry was stunned for a moment, and a vague memory that had long faded away with time slowly surfaced in his mind.

"Dobby?" he murmured.

"Oh - Harry Potter, it's really Harry Potter!" At first, Harry had been standing at the back, and obviously, he was not as tall as Aberforth, so until

He didn't realize its existence until Harry spoke, "Dobby has met the respected Mr. Harry Potter again!"

Maka looked at the elf on the side, with a flash of surprise on his face. He never expected that the elf Dobby, who had inexplicably not appeared again in the second school year, would actually appear in front of everyone again at this time.

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"Could it be that..." he frowned slightly, "something happened to the Malfoy family?"