Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A few days later, it was the last day of the week, and Hogsmeade Day arrived on schedule.

As a result of Professor McGonagall's decision, Hogsmeade Day, which was most likely to be cancelled, was opened again. Many little wizards who are being suppressed by the looming dull atmosphere in the school have decided to take advantage of this opportunity to relax.

Because of this, Hogsmeade Village ushered in the busiest day ever.

Of course, on the surface, this pure wizarding village is no different than usual, just more people. But in places that are less eye-catching, professors have personally taken on the responsibility of alerting students.

Hermione, Ron, and Luna left the school gate and walked along the road on the left. The bright sun shone on them, but still couldn't offset Ling Ling brought by the cold wind.

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

"Should we go down with Harry?"

Harry couldn't get Sirius's signature this year, so he had to go to Hogsmeade again with the secret passage in the school. It seemed that he was a little sorry for letting a friend get into the secret, and Ron said suddenly.

"Of course the lesser the better, the better," Hermione said, pressing her hair blown by the wind so as not to cover her sight. "We have to let people see the normal whereabouts so that we won't let Careful people have doubts. "

"'Heartman'? Who is it?" Ron said in surprise. "Hermione, have you found someone following us?"

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

"... Caution is an excellent quality, and it can make people less prone to make mistakes." Lu Na said that her light blond hair was dancing in the wind, her eyes blurry.

"Well, I think you're right ... then," Ron asked, "we set the meeting place at the pig's head bar, is this really good? It's too remote there ..."

"I originally wanted to be set on the" three brooms ", where people are more inconspicuous ..." Hermione whispered, "But there must be other students there now, maybe there are professors ... Our plan will be agreed by the Maca Society. Changing to another professor will definitely stop us. "

"If the pig's head bar, everyone would not go, so at least it would not be overheard by people in the school."

They kept moving along the road, and when they passed the Joko Magic Joke Shop, they did not accidentally meet Fred and George, and their dead party, Lee Jordan.

After that, they passed the Owl Post Office and turned into the path on the right-hand side at the other end.

On the way, Hermione greeted classmates who passed by normally. Although those are the guys who rarely come and go on weekdays, the polite but enthusiastic greeting will never let people refuse.

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

Here it is as old as ever, with rotten wooden signboards hanging under the rusty bracket above the lintel, and a wild boar head that had been cast a spell of preservation was nailed to it.

Dirty blood stains had penetrated into the wooden board, and it had already become dusty gray-black.

The wind has been strong lately, and when they approached, the signboard creaked.

"What a suspicious look at this place ..." Ron stepped subconsciously. "I don't know if Harry is here-he should be faster than us."

"Should ... be all right?" Hermione said a little hesitantly, "After all, this is in Hogsmeade, a wizard village frequented by students ..."

Both looked a little hesitant.

"... Maca and I mentioned that the butter beer here tastes good." Luna suddenly uttered a sentence that made Hermione and Ron look at her.

"Maka has been here?" Hermione seemed relieved. "That should be all right! Go, let's go in quickly, maybe Harry is already waiting for us in there!"

She took the lead, and the three of them pushed open the broken wooden door of the bar and walked inward.

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

This place is exactly the same as the 'three brooms' which are also bars.

There are no bright bar counters that have been wiped clean, there are no incense candlesticks mixed with spices and emitting warmth, and there is no proud female boss.

Here, there is only a small, dim, small house full of dust and dirt.

The windows on the side walls were so dirty that they couldn't penetrate the light, the uneven wooden table was lit with some inferior candlesticks, and behind the bar stood a tall and thin gray-bearded man.

Hermione stomped her feet lightly, but found that the feet didn't seem to be the expected dirt, but the "stale old dirt" that had accumulated on the stone floor for centuries.

I remember before, Hagrid mentioned this bar several times and said there are many fun guys here. The dragon egg was won by a hooded stranger in this bar.

At that time, everyone might have wondered, why wouldn't Hagrid be vigilant when doing a deal with a guy who was hiding his head?

But today, when they came here in person, they discovered that covering their faces in a pig's head bar seemed to be a default popular habit.

There was a wizard sitting over the bar-it was unclear whether it was a man or a woman, because all the visible body parts of the man were wrapped in gray bandages.

Even so, it was still possible to pour in a glass of smoking, burning liquor through the gap between the bandages around the mouth.

And beside the light window, two figures in hooded capes sat face to face, chatting with a strong Yorkshire accent.

But if you don't speak, it is estimated that many people will treat them as dementors at a glance!

Next to the very hot fire, a witch huddled in a dark corner that could not be illuminated by the fire. The thick black gauze draped from the tip of her nose to the instep of her foot, making people involuntarily think of an exotic nation on the back of a camel.

Harry didn't seem to be here yet, and the three carefully walked past the table and walked towards the bar.

"Hermione, you blame what you said about tracking ..." Ron lowered his voice. "Now I don't think anyone is a good person ..."

"No, it has nothing to do with that," Hermione whispered. "Because these people really don't look like good people-who would dress themselves like this if they did nothing wrong?"

"Although you make sense, but ..." Ron's eyes dangled on those people, and he glanced more at the witch wrapped in black gauze. "I still don't think so That's right-look at that, will it be the old toad of Umbridge? "

Hermione heard that her gaze was passing over there, but she seemed to notice the other side, and her head turned slightly.

She immediately looked away.

"Umbridge must not be taller than that witch," Hermione said softly. "Besides, she should still be doing a disgusting report from the Ministry of Magic! Also, the school has no regulations prohibiting students from entering the pig's head bar-I used to Just asked Professor Flitwick. "

She paused, and seemed to add a little more clearly: "... But the professor advised me very seriously. If you have to go, remember to bring your own cup!"

"You don't have to be so quiet, I can hear you!" The old gray-bearded man behind the bar stopped suddenly wiping the glass and shouted with a rag. "Which **** instilled bad words in my bar? And, My cups are clean here!

Hermione was taken aback, but when she turned her gaze on the irritable old man, she inexplicably noticed a sense of familiarity.

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

"... Forget it, what kind of anger is it with your little hair girl ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he mumbled and asked," What? "

"Butter beer!" Luna rushed. "The kind you want here!"

"Huh?" The old man glanced at her, a hint of doubt flashed on his face, "I have a face? I remember who I've been to--who introduced you here?"

"Maka told me." Luna said, tilting her head.

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

"Ha!" He grinned sneer, "It's that kid ..."

The old man didn't ask Hermione and Ron, he bent down and took out three dirty bottles of wine from under the counter, and he paused in front of them.

"Six sikes," he said impatiently.

"I'll pay."

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

The bar owner's gaze swept across Harry's forehead, his hands kept moving, and he threw the silver coins that Harry handed over into the wooden chest under the bar.

"You're here, Harry!" Ron touched his arm happily.

"It's not just me. I see others behind—" Harry motioned to the door.

The words didn't fall, the door of the bar was opened again, and a crowd of people came in one after another.

Neville and Ernie walked ahead, followed by many others, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hitchpatch, except for Slytherin, every college has.

Of course there was Ginny, but she was followed by a tall, thin, yellow-haired boy, 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 holding a large paper bag. Needless to say, it must be full of prank merchandise from the Joko Magic Joke Shop.