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And the dirty old man seemed to be a very cautious person. After closing, he took other protective measures for his shop.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly the safest decision to open a room directly in this bar.

They walked into this messy bar. After entering the door, they could clearly feel that the light suddenly dimmed, and the air was clearly filled with the smell of mutton like a goat.

In the lobby of the bar, there were a few wizards sitting here and there, most of them covering their faces. Silk's dress has become the norm here, and Sherlock has become an anomaly.

Pig Head Bar is not noisy at all, it is very quiet inside, even if there are wizards talking, the voice is deliberately kept low, and it will never be heard by a third person, which is out of tune with the lively streets outside.

After Sherlock and Silk entered the door, they walked directly to the bar, and the dirty old man who was wiping the table with the rag after wiping the glass looked at them.

"What would you like to drink?"

He obviously didn't recognize that Sherlock and the others were the ones he had kicked out of his backyard two months ago.

Sherlock didn't answer his question, but looked sideways at Shilk.

"One room or two rooms?"

The dirty old man's gaze at them suddenly became subtle, he laughed twice, and then recommended.

"I also have a couple's suite here, and the price is not expensive, as long as..."

Before he could finish his introduction, Shilk had already threw a sic on the counter.

"One room per person."

The dirty old man smacked his lips and tightened the xike under the counter.

"Room three, ma'am."

Then he turned his attention to Sherlock.

"One Xike is only enough for one room."

Sherlock shrugged, and took out a silver sickle from his pocket.

"Room 2, be careful not to disturb the guest in Room 1. He has a bad temper. I don't want you to make trouble in my shop."

The dirty old man muttered that he took their money, and then continued to wipe his own bar.

Sherlock and Silk walked to the hotel on the second floor together, and in front of the doors of Room 3 and Room 2, they made an appointment in a low voice.

"One o'clock in the morning, or later?"

"I seek you,"

"Okay, then I wish you a break..."

"Bang!"

Looking at the door that was slammed shut, Sherlock couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"It's really impolite."

He grumbled and pushed open the door of Room 2.

Just like the environment of the bar outside, only the dirty old man takes care of the whole pig's head bar. You can't expect a person who wipes the table with a rag to wipe the glass to clean the room.

The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, but it didn't require any hands at all, the wizard could do it with a wave of his wand.

Of course, these quilts must have been treated with a cleaning spell, but Sherlock still didn't want to touch the bed. Instead, he brushed the chair in the room several times to remove a layer of old dirt on it. , sit on it and close your eyes.

Time passed by, and it gradually got darker every day.

The streets outside Hogsmeade were no longer noisy, and the students had all returned to the castle by six o'clock.

It's not just Hogsmeade Week, it's Halloween.

At this Halloween dinner, which Sherlock did not attend, the students still had a good time.

Harry had spent the afternoon with Lupin in his office after Sherlock had left, and had seen Lupin drink the potion Snape had concocted for him.

This made Harry really sweat for him.

Everyone in Hogwarts knew that Snape had always wanted a position in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Harry and the others could clearly see that when Snape looked at Lupin, the hatred and disgust in his eyes were fundamental. No disguise.

Ron and Hermione brought Harry a lot of sweets from Hogsmeade and told him about meeting Sherlock on Hogsmeade Street.

"Hermione guessed right when school started. The other things that Professor Forrest is busy with this semester are related to that witch." Harry said confidently.

He told Hermione and the others about what they had encountered in the castle. The three of them did not discuss the reason for a long time, and they simply went directly to the hall for the Halloween dinner.

Although there are dementors patrolling around the castle, and Black's threat has not been resolved, this semester has not been a problem since the beginning of the semester, making students and professors relaxed.

So everyone had a great time at the dinner party, but this kind of fun only lasted until the end of the dinner party.

But since Harry Potter started, the annual Halloween dinner at Hogwarts has been like the start of a year of turmoil.

In the first grade, a troll broke into the castle. The first attack occurred in the second grade, and this year's third grade was no exception.

The students left the auditorium talking and laughing, and returned to their dormitories. Only then did the Gryffindor students discover that a large hole had been torn in the portrait of the Fat Lady, and their lounge had been forcibly broken into!

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall soon arrived at the scene, and the escaped Fat Lady was later found.

The man who forced his way into the lounge was, obviously, Blake.

......

Sherlock didn't know what happened at Hogwarts tonight.

He leaned back in his chair, spinning his wand around his fingertips in boredom, and looked out the window at the night sky that was almost full of moon.

The weather for the past two days is not bad, the night is full of stars, and it is easy to calm down.

Sherlock raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was two o'clock in the morning, and he could clearly hear a gentle snoring in the next room.

It's not how loud the people living in room 1 are snoring, but the sound insulation of the room is really poor, or that the wooden board that only blocks the view has no sound insulation at all.

Just when Sherlock was thinking about why he hadn't heard the movement, the door of his room was knocked gently.

He was refreshed, held the wand firmly in his hand, and opened the door lightly, and Silk was standing outside the door.

Neither of them said a word, just went out and walked down the stairs along the corridor.

The bar hall was dark in the middle of the night, Sherlock waved his wand gently and used a silent spell.

The tip of his staff glowed faintly, apparently with the intensity of a deliberately controlled lighting spell.

With this light source, they came to the front of the bar.

"So what are we going to do next?" Sherlock whispered.

Shilk didn't answer him, but pulled out his wand and tapped the ground under the bar, as if to determine the location.

Soon she found what she was looking for.

"catch me."

Sherlock reached out and grabbed her arm, and then Shilk held his wand back and gently drew a circle on the ground, while chanting a spell in his mouth.

"Open Sesame."

This is an ancient lock-picking spell, and it was the only lock-picking magic for wizards before the Araho hole-opening spell was invented.

However, because the method was too violent, it was later replaced by the more subtle two spells of "Araho Hole" and "Door Hole".

But after Shilk finished using this spell, the circle that her wand aimed at didn't respond at all.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, just when he thought that there was something wrong with Shilk's steps, or that the spell didn't work correctly.

His body suddenly twisted up!

A feeling similar to Apparition came, and Sherlock felt that his body was spinning rapidly, as if he had been put into a front-loading washing machine.

This feeling only lasted for a moment, and the next moment he stepped on the solid ground.

The surroundings were pitch black, and Sherlock waved his wand again, using the lighting spell that was interrupted during the teleportation.

The bright white light illuminated the space near him, and Silk was standing beside him, Sherlock's other hand still clutching her arm tightly.

"When are you going to catch it?"

After listening to her opening, Sherlock came back to his senses and let go of his hand in embarrassment.

"Feel sorry."

Although this idea is very ungentleman, he still feels good in hand, very soft and tender.

"Are we underground now?"

They were in a narrow, dark space that looked like an underground passage, with a sealed wall behind and a deep darkness in front.

"Underground in Hogsmeade." Silk walked to the wall behind them, and there were still some vague words on it.

Sherlock also noticed those words, and there were several paragraphs in them that he could still read.

"Beware of the lies of wizard peace talks!"

"We will fight to the end!"

"Every goblin guards his treasure!"

These words are very in line with the meaning of this underground secret passage. In the goblin rebellion two hundred years ago, this was their underground headquarters.

"Didn't you just recite the unlocking spell? Why were we teleported instead?" Sherlock asked curiously.

Shilk said a few words more rarely this time.

"The special device set up by the goblins~lightnovelpub.net~ violently opens the door they reserved underground through the unlocking spell. The pre-set apparition magic behind the door will be released, and the person who opens the door will be sent underground. At the same time, no traces will be left on the ground.”

"Very ingenious design." Sherlock praised.

Goblins have been skilled craftsmen since ancient times, and even the swords of Gryffindor were made by them. It is indeed in line with their craftsmanship to be able to create such a secret underground headquarters.

After simply trimming the entrance for a moment, Shilk also used the Lighting Spell, and they moved forward together to the depths of the secret passage.

I don't know if it was an illusion or something else. The more he went inside, the darker Sherlock felt around him.

The most notable change is that the visible range illuminated by the Illuminating Spell is getting smaller and smaller.

After walking forward for about twenty minutes, Sherlock frowned and stopped.

"Something's wrong."