Not only the American witch, but even William and Hermione were dragged to the Hog's Head by the old man.

In his words: I'm a dying old man, I can't see the way, not many wizards send it, halfway... What if the goat is lost.

not going? But if you don't dare not go, if you say no, people will lie on the ground and touch porcelain.

William could see that the old man was really a drink holder, blocking the intersection and recruiting wizards to the Pig's Head Bar.

The old man said he was blind, but he didn't look like a blind man at all. He took a few people with ease and walked towards the Pig's Head Bar.

At the entrance of the bar, there was a tattered wooden sign hanging from a rusted bracket.

The sign shows a severed head of a wild boar, and blood seeps through the white cloth that wraps it.

The three hesitated outside the door.

No wonder everyone only takes pictures outside and is reluctant to go in and drink.

Just by looking at the decorations at the door, you can see that the inside is tattered. It can only deceive the little wizards and sell them high-concentration alcohol to maintain a living.

That being said, the bar owner really has a deep background.

In the entire Hogsmeade village, only here dares to secretly sell spirits to little wizards.

The bar is still good now, it has not closed down, and Dumbleley has not come to the door and killed the boss.

This store must be opened by relatives of the school leaders.

William is particularly experienced, because in his previous life, the only snack shop in the school was the family business of the vice-principal's family.

He also has a series of real economies such as canteens, bookstores, stationery stores, etc.

So, whose relatives belong to this bar?

William guessed in his heart that it was not Professor Snape, but probably the old house girl from Trelawney.

One of the two is accustomed to being partial; the other is an alcoholic, and a bottle of Sherry can fill several divination classrooms.

Apart from the two of them, William couldn't think of any other professor who would be so shameless.

When he turned around, he went to the principal's real-name system to report, to completely put an end to this evil spirit, and to give Hogwarts a bright future!

"Come on, let's go in," William said.

Hermione held William's hand tightly, but she wasn't too scared.

When they were in Paris, they went to a tauren bar and made a big fuss.

Hermione didn't say anything else, but a trip to France made her a lot more courageous.

In the past, it was just a violation of the school rules, but now it violates the law, and I don't care too much.

William glanced at the witch, who hid her head under a thick knitted hat, unable to see her face.

But he was keenly aware that the other party glanced at them both vaguely several times.

American tourists... Could it be Tom's new horse?

Surprisingly, the door looked dirty and messy, but after entering the bar, it was very clean.

Fred and George have come here many times to buy whisky, according to their description:

The pig's head bar was small, dark, very dirty, and smelled of sheep mutton.

At this time, it was still dark in the bar, but the ground was not dirty at all, the bar was clean, and there was a smell of wormwood in the air.

William soon knew the reason, and saw a house-elf running quickly from behind the counter.

He was dressed in a mess, with a white scarf wrapped around his head, a white flowered robe, purple wide-leg pants over his legs, and carrot shoes...

Big Devil Piccolo... is that you?

The house-elf bowed deeply, dropped his head to the ground, and screamed excitedly, "Sir, you're back!"

"Are there no guests in the morning?" The old man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes.

It turns out that he is not blind, this boss really has deep tricks.

"No." The house-elf waved his ears sharply.

"There have been no guests for several months. If this goes on, we will form a group to beg for dinner!"

The old man's voice was loud and his saliva was splashing. He cursed:

"Damn Dementors, they patrol every morning and night, and the guests don't dare to come!"

After a while, he sprayed both Fudge and Auror, and he could be called... Hogsmeade's elegant and easy-going first person.

"Sir, during the time you were out, I carefully cleaned the store twice." The house elf blinked his innocent eyes.

The old man was taken aback and waved his hand quickly: "No, I didn't see it, no! No salary!"

"Okay." The elf lowered his head, a little frustrated.

"Hurry up and serve the guests, I finally pulled it from the intersection." The old man raised his head and said to himself: "First, a few bottles of butter beer..."

"I want a glass of water," said the witch hastily.

"Huh?" The old man's eyebrows tangled together.

He looked incredulous and seemed to be saying, "Come to the bar and you'll drink water?"

"Oh, well... Then have a bottle." The witch had to change her mouth.

"Come on kid, didn't you hear the guest say four bottles?" the old man said loudly.

The house-elf looked at the witch in bewilderment, and under the eyes of the old man, had no choice but to get four bottles of wine.

"what about you?"

"Little wizards can't drink outside." Hermione shook her head.

"It's okay, your principal is a fool, he won't know." The old man snorted.

Hermione frowned, not happy to hear people speak ill of her principal.

"A bottle of mead will do." William said softly:

"I only brought a bottle of money. If I have more, I won't pay. You go to the principal and ask for it."

"Oh, well... I don't like drinking that, it's too low in strength and sweet," the old man grumbled.

The house-elf first brought four bottles of wine to the witch, then dragged the plate towards William's table.

The old man led his goat and walked towards the backyard.

"Ah, you are Mr. Stark and Miss Granger!" the elf screamed suddenly.

He was so excited that the tray in his hand was not stable, and it fell to the ground and shattered.

The elf stood for a moment, trembling all over, frightened by his own stupidity.

"Bad Dobby, broke the guest's wine."

He dashed to the nearest table and started banging his head **** it, screaming, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

The witch was terrified, it was the first time she had encountered such a scene.

William waved his wand, and Dobby was controlled by magic and moved away from the table.

The figure of the old man appeared at the back door again, and he said loudly and sternly: "Dobby, I should have said, don't punish yourself!

If you don't obey, you will be fired. "

The old man's words seemed to work, and Dobby slowly quieted down.

With a trembling voice, he said, "Dobby knows, but Dobby won't... The drink money will be deducted from the salary."

"If you don't tell me, I'll deduct it. The money I make a month is not enough to pay you." The old man disappeared.

Dobby took another bottle of wine.

William asked, "You said your name was Dobby? That house-elf from the Malfoys?"

"They're not my masters anymore." Dobby wiped his eyes.

"With the help of Harry Potter, the old master gave Dobby clothes."

William and Hermione looked at each other, and they had indeed heard Harry mention it.

Last school year, a house-elf prevented Harry from going back to school.

William learned from the elf in the school kitchen that Dobby was the elf from the Malfoys.

"Dobby, why do you know us?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"The newspapers are full of your photos." Dobby said excitedly.

"I also heard from Harry Potter that Mr. Stark defeated the 'Unspeakable' and saved his and Mr. Weasley's lives.

Mr. Stark is such a good man. "

The witch turned her ears sideways, trying to eavesdrop.

Dobby bowed again. "By the way, is Mr. Harry Potter here?"

William shook his head: "No, he went to Professor McGonagall to be locked up."

"Oh, that sucks." Dobby shrugged in fear.

He was shocked that Harry Potter would be locked up. Isn't the boy who survived the disaster a good student with excellent grades and excellent academic performance?

Incredible.

"Dobby, why are you here?" Hermione asked with interest.

Dobby screamed excitedly, "It's the new job that Professor Dumbledore introduced to Dobby.

You know, a fired house-elf, it's hard to find a new job, it's really hard, especially when Dobby is getting paid.

Then Professor Dumbledore asked his brother, Mr. Dumbledore, to take me in. "

"Wait, that old man is the professor's younger brother?" William said in shock.

Okay, excuse me.

Since it's Professor Dumbledore's younger brother, it's not a big deal to sell alcohol to the students.

Just exercise the students' alcohol intake in advance, it will be good for the future workplace...

whistleblower program,

Cancel!

"Yes, Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore is really a good man." Dobby said happily: "He is the first good wizard who is willing to pay Dobby's salary.

Dobby only needs to clean the bar once, and he can get five xikes... Dobby can clean it ten times a day! "

Ten times a day is two gallons and sixteen siko, and a month is 88 gallons and four siko...

Basically equivalent to the salary of a Hogwarts professor.

And recently, because of Blake, everyone is reluctant to go out, resulting in a sluggish business in the bar.

No wonder the old man had to go to the roadside himself to solicit customers.

Because he's going to be bankrupted by Dobby... 'wipe'!

Bang!

An explosion suddenly sounded from the backyard.

"Ahhh~"

Aberforth ran from the backyard in a panic, and the old man growled, "Dobby, my goat!"

"Well, sir, I've cleaned them all," said Dobby fearfully.

"How did you do it!" Aberforth roared angrily. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Just wash it first...they're full of fleas...I put the wool..."

Aberforth dragged out a sheep from behind, and the sheep was bare and had been sheared from its entire body.

puff!

All the mead in William and Hermione's mouths spewed out.

"My favorite... goat curls... gone..."

Aberforth's eyes darkened and he collapsed on the ground.

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