The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Canopy!

The orange-red flames of the burning wood in the old fireplace suddenly burst out, and the green tongue of flames licked the charcoal-blackened bricks outside.

Loren walked out of the fireplace, and Hermione stood side by side, looking up at the swill bar.

In front of you is a spacious square hall. The rough mountain stones have been cut and smoothed to form four walls. The wooden ceiling has no traces of splicing. The room is tidy, the wooden table is clean, the small leather sofa is polished to a shine, and the cauldron is The bar looks completely different.

There is a small door open next to it, and you can vaguely see the wooden barrels with no gaps on display in the back room, exuding a strong aroma of wine.

The bar counter is directly opposite the fireplace. A blond girl who looks to be the same age as them is half leaning on the countertop, her head lowered and moving slightly.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, both of them having the same doubts.

Could this be Old Tom's cousin in the Leaky Cauldron? Sirius didn't say that the cousin was so young and didn't react to any magic in his body. He didn't look like a wizard.

No, it's definitely not a wizard. A wizard of this age should be attending Hogwarts, so there's no way they wouldn't recognize him.

Loren walked to the bar. The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor did not wake her up. Full of doubts, he reached out and tapped lightly on the countertop.

Boom boom.

The blonde girl suddenly woke up and looked up with an angry look on her face. The annoyance in her light green eyes turned into surprise and confusion before she uttered some rude words.

"Are you here to drink and stay?" The girl looked at the two of them carefully, her eyes fell on the soot on their shoulders, and her eyes gradually widened, bursting with surprise, "Are you wizards?"

The blonde girl is wearing a denim jacket and jeans, in a lively and active outfit.

"You are the wizards!" the girl said to herself, her tone was conclusive, her face with a few freckles gradually became excited, "You came on the flames! That's great, I haven't seen a real wizard yet, how can you Magic? Do you have a wand? Why don't you wear a wizard hat..."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, a little stunned. She didn't understand why there was a Muggle girl here in the Wizarding Tavern and knew so many things about the wizarding world.

Loren looked up at the neatly cut stone walls around him, and then at the integrated wooden board above his head, thoughtfully.

After she chirped a lot of questions and closed her mouth in embarrassment, Loren spoke softly: "You are right, we are indeed wizards. I am Loren Morgan. This is my friend. We want to I’m looking for the owner of this tavern. I have some questions.”

"I'm Hermione Granger, please."

"Do you know Old Dodd?" After the girl finished speaking, she patted her head and muttered, "Look at my brain. You are wizards and you came here specifically. You must know Old Dodd, but you are unlucky. Old Dodd Just went out..."

"You misunderstood, we don't know each other."

"Then what are you asking him for?"

"Ask me something about the mountains."

Loren saw that she wanted to ask again, so he continued, "May I ask where your boss is and when will he be back?"

"Old Dodd has gone shopping. He may have bought some food and bacon nearby, or he may have gone to the next town to buy materials for making wine." The girl glanced at the clock on the wall. "If you hurry, you can be back before lunch. , if you wait a little longer, you’ll have to wait until before dinner.”

Loren and Hermione frowned when they heard this.

In order to avoid going up the mountain with a blind eye, they originally wanted to ask the local wizard about the situation on the mountain, or if there had been any unusual movements recently. It would be best if they could directly find some clues about Hagrid.

but now……

"Are you in a hurry? Do you want to go back right away today?" The girl seemed to understand the entanglement between the two of them and actively advised, "If you are not in a hurry, just stay here for a day. We also provide accommodation services and three meals. , the room is upstairs, very clean..."

Hermione turned towards the door.

The continuous mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist. If two people search like headless flies...

Stay here for a day, or head up the mountain immediately?

"Get a room for us."

Loren said without much hesitation, "How do you charge, gold galleons or pounds?"

"Jin Gallon..." The girl blinked, her expression blank.

"In pounds then, how much does a room cost?"

"..."

The two people completed the transaction quickly. When the girl led the way up the stairs, turned on the handle of the door of the first room on the second floor, pushed the door open, and saw the double bed inside, Hermione realized something belatedly. Something wrong.

"The key is handed over to you. If you want hot water, you can call me——"

The girl sent the two people into the room and patted her forehead again, "I forgot my name. My name is Alice. I am old Dodd's neighbor and friend. He came over to look after the pub for him when he went out. If you feel like staying in the room, If you are bored here, you can come down and chat with me. I also know some things about the mountains..."

Loren nodded politely: "We'll put our luggage away and come down."

"luggage……"

Alice looked at the two of them suspiciously, but her hands were empty. There was no luggage... Her eyes lit up, and she suddenly understood something. She showed an "I see, I understand" expression on her face, pursed her lips and went downstairs with a smile. went.

Loren walked into the room and looked around the balcony and bathroom. As expected, there were no toiletries, so he took out the mouth cup and toothpaste and toothbrush and placed them in front of the mirror, arranging them neatly, with even the toothbrush heads facing the same direction.

Hermione watched him busying around, looking like he was enjoying it. Her cheeks were slightly hot, but she asked in a cold voice:

"Is this also in your plan, Mr. Morgan?"

"What plan?"

Loren looked blank and innocent, "I just thought that this is the first time we go out alone, you don't have much experience, and a room is convenient for me to take care of you."

"I think I can have my own room."

"Hey, in case there is any unexpected situation, we can live together to take care of each other."

"What unexpected situation can there be?"

"It's said to be an unexpected situation. How can I predict it for you? Is the predictable one still an unexpected situation?"

"..."

Hermione glanced at his pretending to be serious face, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "You'd better think so. You are not my opponent in close combat."

"Why are we fighting?"

"..."Hermione felt angry and funny, pursed her lips, "Let's go downstairs."

"Okay!"

After closing the door, the two walked down the wooden stairs shoulder to shoulder.

Through the conversation with Alice, the two had a rough understanding of Ben Nevis and the town at the foot of the mountain.

Ben Nevis is an extinct volcano, majestic and majestic, stretching for nearly 100 acres. The highest peak is always covered with thick dark clouds, and the weather is changeable. Some mountains are covered with snow all year round, almost turning into permafrost.

The mountainside is foggy, the terrain is steep, and the volcanic rocks are mixed with granite, making it difficult to climb. Therefore, it attracts many adventure lovers who challenge their limits. Most people return in failure, and a small number of people stay here forever and become part of the mountain. In the past five years, 13 mountaineering deaths have occurred.

There is a weather station on the northeast peak, and there are also staff stationed there, but they rarely show up.

The foot of the mountain is vast, with some scattered settlements. The village where the swill bar is located is one of them. The nearest town is Fort William, about 50 miles away.