Vol 2 Chapter 1129: ? Pig Head Bar

A tattered wooden sign hung on the rusty bracket on the door. It was painted with a wild boar head that was chopped off. The blood stains penetrated the white cloth that wrapped it. Under the influence of magic, the pig head looked quite fresh. of.
Mr. Krivart has a hairy heart. In Muggle society, he has only seen such places in American horror movies, and most of the college students who go in will not live long. Just watching Xenofilius walk in familiarly, even the powerful family Lun naturally followed and did not show any abnormalities. He sighed secretly, but could only follow reluctantly and try his best to control his body. Came across the curtains and tables and chairs of this bar.
This small and dark room exudes a peculiar smell of dust and drunkard vomit that seems to never dissipate. Thick dirt accumulates on several bay windows, and the light from the outside is almost impenetrable and rough. Some candle heads were lit on the wooden table.
The shop didn't seem to be busy today. Apart from them, there were not many customers. There were only a few customers in the bar whose faces were tightly shielded, talking in low voices.
Xenofilius took them to the tattered, dirty, sawdust bar. They sat on a few chairs that were too high for their feet to reach the ground. After they sat down, Mr. Crevat found that the boss was an old man with a grotesque appearance, tall and thin, with long hair and gray beard. The old wizard, he vaguely felt as if he had met him somewhere.
It wasn't until Xenofilius called the opponent's name, Aberforth Dumbledore, that Mr. Crevat realized that the old wizard with no crooked nose was the one who even knew him as a Muggle. A relative of Si Dumbledore.
Aberforth didn't have the smile on his face that any shop owner should have, and he didn't let them order food. He directly put some food prepared by the bar early on the bar and pushed it over.
A large piece of uncut bread, a few slices of cheese, and a jar of mead.
"I've been selling German beer and now it's banned. I haven't found a substitute yet!" the barkeeper muttered angrily. The strands of gray metal hair and beard made it harder to see him when he approached him. Aberforth wears glasses, behind the dirty lenses, a pair of bright and sharp blue eyes, "Does the Ministry of Magic make trouble and inaction?"
Xenophylius seemed a little happy when he heard the words: "Then you can just try my suggestion and make a new flavor of beer with Godigan!"
"Come on, it would be better to just sell the juice made from Piduowei beans." Aberforth snorted angrily, then glanced at Mr. Crevat, "Your new friend doesn't seem to like coming. Here."
"Uh... sorry, I'm just a little uncomfortable today." Mr. Crevat's face turned blue. He just noticed that when Aberforth was pushing food, he had long nails with plastered nails. With his fingers inserted into the cheese, he reluctantly moved his gaze away from the greasy fingers of the shop owner, and then looked at the oily wine glass, immediately he was not interested in the food.
"Then you just use mead to press it down." Lun has already given himself a sip, "Aberforth, the embargo can't be solved temporarily, but if necessary, we can provide you with a venue in the commercial area as a new Hotel places, the price guarantee is very favorable..."
"Forget it, I can't manage it here. Too many people in the business district will make business too much..." Aberforth shook his head and stopped talking about it.
Mr. Krivart looked at Lun with some surprise. He now fully understands the power and wealth of the Harris family in the magical world. He thinks that the wizards of this kind of family background will definitely not adapt to this environment, and they are more concerned about the dining environment. Pay attention, but he saw the naturalness on Lun’s face, thinking of the raw materials used to make potions by Penello in the new house, such strange things as long-horned toad urine, worm eggs, etc. Mr. Rivat felt that he understood that these wizards hadn't eaten any dirty things, and the food could not be more normal than the herbs.
Mr. Krivart's hand quietly pressed his abdomen. He thought he had no magic, and his delicate intestines had never experienced this kind of training except to drink a lot of elixir. In order to hide his expression, he looked down at the ground. , But it made him even more disgusting-at first glance, he thought the ground was compacted mud, but now I look carefully and discover that the ground originally paved with stones has accumulated centuries of dirt.
"My horned snoring horns exploded when I moved, and my room suffered a great loss...but it also stirred my passion. I have to find some time. I want to go to Sweden on vacation to see..." Si already took off his hat and put it aside. He was not interested in food at all. He gestured and said: "My daughter's hair is blessed, I hope I can find a live one this time. Recently, the content of "Singing and Singing" has changed. Less and less..."
Lun picked up a piece of cheese and threw it into his mouth. He had long given up on correcting the so-called crooked snoring horn in the opponent's house, which was actually the beast that he turned into the object of magic Animagus. The fact of the corner.
Xenofilius talked to himself about his horned snorers and other weird-looking things, and didn't care that Renn and Aberforth ignored him and talked about the embargo.
"Mr. Lovegood, although I don’t have the horn that was blown up... the corner... the corner snoring beast’s horn, but my wife and I went to the United States for a trip last year. My wife Letizia couldn’t buy it. There are few Indian crafts, among them I remember a pair of bighorn sheep horns... the curved arc is very beautiful, as a thank you for inviting me to drink, if you don’t dislike it, you can temporarily replace it before you find the beast." Mr. Crevat Seeing Lovegood talking to himself, no one would take care of it, and he couldn't help feeling a little pity.
"Huh? My horned snoring horn was exploded before, but it was repaired by itself." Mr. Lovegood's expression was in a trance, but he was still very happy to hear what horns to give him. "Then I Just swap your horns for your horned snoring horns! I haven’t seen a bighorn sheep yet, and I heard that Hermione’s pets like to eat them!"
Before Mr. Krivat had time to wave his hand at Lovegood who was sending him dangerous explosives, the owner of the Pig’s Head suddenly changed the mead bottle he was going to refill to his own. The mouth was filled, as if shocked, he took out a black-lacquered photo with shiny edges, full of the different tenderness of the past. Looking at the photo held by the big hand, his muddy eyes seemed to be wet.
Noting that the atmosphere here is getting more and more weird, and the disturbing snacks in front of him, Klivat suddenly brightened his eyes, and then took out a large number of white tablets wrapped in plastic from his pocket: "Guys , Do you want something? The milk piece I took from my wife's bag this morning."
Len and Xenofilius picked up one when they heard the words, ripped the plastic film and stuffed it into their mouths. Seeing that Aberforth was depressed, Xenofilius enthusiastically lost a piece of the past, "Aberforth , You also come to taste this new food."
"I actually took out food..." Aberforth left the photo with some muddy and wet eyes and looked at the tablets, but he still squeezed a bit viciously into his mouth.
But immediately, this dry feeling ~EbookFREE.me~ made Mr. Krivart startled. He realized that this taste was not the delicious milk slice he had eaten before, and even felt like chewing paper. , He secretly saw a few people on the opposite side tasting carefully, and he was not embarrassed to spit it out. He thought it might be the strange flavor beans of the magic world. They looked the same, but each tasted different. He was lucky last time. This time it was more unlucky-he thought he would never understand the preferences of these wizards.
In fact, after Lun chewed twice, he also frowned. He found that this thing was not chewable at all, and he began to wonder if Muggle sweets were the same? Don't say it is sweet, the astringent taste really makes people have a desire to vomit. It was just out of respect for Mr. Crevat, thinking of his praise for this candy just now, which made Lun really embarrassed to spit it out, but he also found it difficult to swallow for the time being, so he could only hold it in his mouth to see if What has changed.
Aberforth, the owner of the Pig’s Head Bar, did not show any unexpected look. He thought that Muggles had no magic. It was normal for these candies to be unpalatable. He glanced at his mead and drank directly. After laying down the whole chewable candy, my mind has been placed on the photo in my hand.
Only Lovegood didn't seem to feel uncomfortable. He slapped his mouth from time to time as if he wanted to taste something different from it.
At this time, the door curtain of the Pig's Head was lifted again, and Penello entered the bar. As soon as this tall and beautiful female Auror entered the bar, this dirty bar seemed to become dazzling, she coldly After looking around, many wizards around me turned away when they saw her. These fringe people who liked this place had some unclean places, so the wizard who recognized the identity of the witch hurriedly threw the wine money on the table. Left.