"I said, when did Pig's Bar start doing business so well?"

To say this pig's head bar is still as worn as ever. The wooden door that squeaked in front of me was even crushed by the incoming and outgoing customers, leaving the other half to cling to its post and shake back and forth, making a miserable moan.

Harry stared in astonishment at everything in front of them, stunned.

"I probably understand why," Marka grinned. "Well, the beauty effect of beauties is really beyond imagination. It seems that Aberforth's salary is not in vain!"

"What salary?" Ron said curiously.

"I don't need to explain it to you, just go in and see for yourself." Maca pointed to the door and motioned to everyone to squeeze in and say hello. Turn around and leave? I think there should be a room upstairs. "

Why do you know it at a glance? When Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepped into the bar one by one, they immediately heard a clear and pleasant female voice faintly passed through the customer crowd and passed to their ears.

At that time, Charlotte was a well-known beauty in Hogwarts, and many people knew her. In addition, she is still serving as a professor assistant. Although she may not be often seen in the classroom, there are still many people who are familiar with her.

"Miss Waite?" Hermione said in surprise. "Why did she come here to be a bartender?"

"Come to make some pocket money," Makar replied, "In fact, I introduced her from the beginning-although I was paid as a professor's assistant, I didn't spend money on living and living in school, but that salary was right. She said it was still sometimes not enough. "

"That's hard work!" Hermione nodded.

"Yeah! It's not easy to live," Maca waved, "Come on! Just say hello, and go upstairs to rest for a while."

After Dumbledore's funeral, few outsiders came to Hogsmeade. The reason why it is so crowded here is all the male students who came from the wind-especially the senior students.

Therefore, at the time, Charlotte had to find reasons to refuse others to stay, but now no one came to stay.

"Hey, sister!" When Maca used the old name, she couldn't help but feel a bit of nostalgia. "Good morning! What about Aberforth? Then the old man will let you greet the guests here alone. Where did he hide himself? "

"Yeah! Isn't this Maca?" Charlotte probed inside the bar, watching the Maca squeezed in from the outside, and said happily. I'll get used to it a few more times ... but you are a professor now, where would I dare make you call that! "

"Others don't call it that way, it sounds unique to me! Otherwise, where can I get your big beauty's attention?"

Since the beginning of the entrance dinner, he and Charlotte have been talking casually, and now want to come, this surprisingly pure friendship is really very rare.

Luna, who had squeezed over him, heard Marca, but somehow pulled his robe, which surprised Marca for a while. What happened, did this little Nizi finally know how to begin to declare sovereignty?

Before waiting for Maca to sneer, Luna whispered next to him: "Maca, I saw him, he's there!"

"What? Who did you see?" Makat asked suddenly, wondering that the girl wasn't jealous, which was a pity.

What's more, if this girl with light blonde hair understands what is delicious, then he will be surprised!

Following Luna's eyes, he glanced into the door behind Charlotte, but found nothing. There was nothing clear about the black cricket there. God knew what Luna was seeing?

"I'll take Harry to sit with them for a while," Maka said to Charlotte. "Keep on busy! If Aberforth's salary is too small for you, remember to tell me, I'll help you find him More points! "

He didn't want to chat with Charlotte any more, but it wasn't really a good time to chat. Not to mention anything else, at least he is here now, and has already caused many Hogwarts students to whisper. No way, he Maca McLean can now be regarded as an idol and power star.

"Well, the boss is behind!"

Charlotte knew that this was not a place for gossiping, and bluntly said. She did not say explicitly, because the second floor of this pig's head bar is actually a stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix, and it is always good to not notice. And it doesn't need to be said by her, Maca can't understand it.

"Okay, let's talk at school when I have a chance!" Maca nodded, and took Luna back out of the crowd. By the way, Harry and others who followed him also greeted him.

There are too many people in front of this bar. Even if you have to talk casually, you have to line up. The charm of Charlotte, the great beauty, is evident.

After the three of Harry, Ron, and Hermione also spoke to Charlotte, Maca led them out of the pig's head bar and took them around in their inquiring eyes. The back door of the bar.

This is a small alley. You can see how much dust and debris in the alley just by looking at it. There are certainly not many people walking from here.

After waiting, Marka waved his hand at the humble wooden door, and with a glimmer of light, a large goat head pattern suddenly appeared on the bare door leaf.

"Cough ..." He gave a dry cough to the goat's head, and then said meaningfully, "Everyone said that the goat's horns are better to bend!"

The voice didn't fall, and the goat's eyes moved past two glooms, and the door opened.

"Goat's horn?" Ron had an inexplicable look on his face. "What do you mean?"

On the day of Dumbledore's funeral, although he and Harry had come out of this bar, they were almost familiar and unfamiliar with everything here. Regarding the younger brother of Dumbledore, they have not yet had a chance to understand.

"It's just a secret sign, don't worry." Maca shook her head. "It's the personal interest of the bar owner ... At this point, you better not ask more."

Having said that, he asked the four to quickly catch up and walked in.

This back door is located in the utility room at the end of the bar. As soon as you walk in, everyone smells a musty smell, and it is quite rich. The smell irritated everyone's nasal cavity, making everyone want to sneeze quickly.

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

"Sneeze! Sneeze--"

After all, some people couldn't help it, and even sneezed several times, while Maca looked angrily at Aberforth, who was sitting at the table and looking at the book, and rubbed his nose vigorously.

"I think it's time for you to clean up that utility room! Can't you smell the smell there?" He complained at Abu Forth, who turned back.

"Well, I don't think that's necessary," Aberforth said indifferently. "Anyway, I never go there myself. If you can't stand it, you can help me clean up--the contents are not needed."

"Want me to give you free labor? I want to be beautiful!" Maca glanced at him unceremoniously, and then she turned her eyes to the other side. "When did you have a domestic elf here?"

"He's starving, I'll feed him, and he cleans and cleans the bar for me." Aberfoy explained briefly, and his eyes had turned to Harry, "That day called a lot People come to my bar in the bar? Um ... and a few of you, all of them were there that day ... "

"Uh ... hello, sir!"

Harry knew that the strong white-bearded old man was clearly saying that R.A. had come here for a meeting before it was officially established. I just didn't expect that the bar owner's memory was so good that he recognized him at a glance.

Maca didn't bother this pair of people who were destined to know each other ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ his attention had been attracted by the domestic elf standing at the table. Not to mention whether he can tell the appearance of the elf, at least the layers of socks worn on the elf's feet are enough to prove his identity.

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

"Who?" Hermione asked.

She is very interested in domestic elves, and her idea of ​​changing the living environment of these little guys has not diminished.

"She probably said that this is the sock thief you met at the Fengya Witcher Clothing Store." Maca looked at the little elf and explained casually.

At first, the elf kept staring at Maca just as curiously. But when Maca said this, his head shook like a rattle, and the pair of big ears shook his head as he shook his head sharply, looking very funny.

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

After hearing this familiar self-proclaimed self, Harry was at a loss for a moment, a vague memory that had long gone 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 end, and it was clear that he was not as tall as Aberforth, so until Harry opened his mouth and found it, "Dobby has seen the respected Mr. Harry Potter again!"

Maca looked at the elf aside, a flash of surprise flashed on her face. He didn't expect that Dobby, the elf who did not appear in the second school year inexplicably, would appear in front of everyone at this time.

"Did you say ..." He frowned slightly. "What happened to Malfoy's house?"