Chapter 147: Rescued

The noise made by the pig's head bar, the explosion of spells, and the screaming and running guests, almost alarmed half of Hogsmeade Village.
Many nearby businesses, some guests from the village, and even many Hogwarts students, all came over curiously.
"Mr. Percival, what happened?" Mr. Rosemerta, the owner of Two Broomsticks, walked in the crowd, and he asked curiously.
"That Tom is a thief!" Mr. Percival snarled angrily at the door of his bar. "He stole 100 gallons from me... Damn, after being exposed by me, with the money, he Run away under my nose..."
The surrounding merchants looked at each other a bit. They and Mr. Percival have basically been neighbors for decades... Although no one likes Mr. Percival who is grumpy and unwilling to communicate with others...
But they all have to admit that this old pig head bartender is not a bad guy... He definitely can't do the kind of framing people for no reason.
What's more, the new waiter, Tom, looked like a rat-faced eyebrow; he had been in Hogsmeade for more than half a year, and he often sneaked up and didn't know what he was doing... Everyone didn't like him.
A few neighbors hurriedly spoke to comfort Mr. Percival so that Mr. Percival did not have to be sad, after all, the loss was not great...
Mr. Rosmerta persuaded Mr. Percival to write to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible to try to recover the loss.
"I don't trust the of the Ministry of Magic!" Mr. Percival said angrily. "I still remember that one of my goats was stolen 20 years ago. After reporting it to the Ministry, they insisted I lost it..."
While talking, he hung a "temporary suspension" sign on the door, and closed the door heavily.
The spectators are helpless.
The victims were unwilling to notify the Ministry of Magic, and they were not easy to say anything.
They had to smile, and while chatting about it, they went away.
...
The witch who had just launched an attack on Tom Gunter suddenly became a cat, and now she has returned to the image of a witch.
She was wearing an emerald green robe and a pair of square eyes, her black hair was rolled into a tight bun, and she looked serious.
"No problem, Aberforth?" she asked softly.
"No problem at all, don't worry, Minerva," Mr. "Percival" replied, "I have been here for more than sixty years after all, and there is still some prestige...what about that boy?"
His voice sounded a little urgent.
"In that'Tom' room," the witch replied, "it shouldn't be a big problem... Aberforth, you have to be careful, that'Tom' is very powerful, I didn't hurt him much... and if Not a sneak attack, neither of us might even be his opponent...If he comes back and tries to retaliate..."
"It's a coward," Mr. "Percival" sneered. "He thought I hadn't found his true face. In fact, the first day he came to Hogsmeade, I realized that he had another purpose. That's why. Take him in... Believe me, he dare not return to Hogsmeade, because he is too afraid of Grindelwald, he will think we are from Grindelwald, so he doesn't have the guts to come back..."
"It's better to be careful," the witch said softly.
She walked to the window of the pig's head bar and opened half of the window.
"I'm leaving first, Aberforth, I have more important things!" said the witch.
"Well, be careful!"
Then, the witch's body began to shrink slowly, and finally turned into a cat...Then she left the pig's head bar at lightning speed.
...
Mr. "Percival" walked in the direction of the basement.
"Tom Gunter"'s room was very messy, with weird gadgets everywhere, and in the dirty corner, there was a boy lying in a coma.
Mr. "Percival" bent down, picked up the boy, and after taking him to the living room—
Mr. "Percival" glanced at the messy surroundings because of the previous battle, and frowned slightly.
He gently waved the magic wand in his hand...The tables and chairs jumped back to their original positions one by one, restoring their original shape in mid-air; the oil lamp flew to the small table by the wall and lit again. The damaged, torn, and open places in the room are all restored.
Everything was restored to its previous appearance.
Then, he pointed his wand at the comatose boy:
"Enervate!"
The boy frowned slightly and he woke up.
...
Matthew Wickfield looked at the surroundings in surprise.
If I remember correctly, before he fell into a coma, it was in the secret passage between the Screaming Shack and Hogwarts... At that time Tom Riddle had already captured himself...
But now, he seemed to be in a cramped and dirty little bar with hundreds of years of history.
There was thick dirt everywhere, a strange smell filled the air, and some candles were lit on the rough wooden table. Almost everything here is very dirty, from the floor to the roof, and even the butterbeer bottle is covered with a thick layer of ash.
That's right, it's the pig's head bar!
Matthew raised his head and saw a hideous, distorted face...The old man's face was covered with almost a dozen scars, as if the whole person had been disfigured.
Matthew quickly recognized him, Mr. Percival, the hostess at the Pig's Head!
"Mr. Percival..." Matthew struggled and got up from the ground.
"Why am I here?" he asked very puzzled. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"I'm also very surprised... why did you faint at the door of my bar for some reason!" The grim-faced old man said with a fierce expression, "If it weren't for fear of being gossips, I wouldn't let you in!"
"I fainted at the entrance of the pig's head bar..." Matthew was stunned, but he still didn't realize what was going on.
"Yes, it has delayed my business for so long..." The old man glared at Matthew coldly, "Wake up now...hurry...get out of me!"
"I..." Matthew was still in a state of confusion, so Mr. "Mr. Percival" pulled him forcibly and hurried out.
But instead of going through the main entrance, they came to the back entrance of the Pig's Head Bar.
Mr. "Percival" pushed Matthew out, then closed the door heavily.
Matthew stood there very confused.
He began to doubt for a while, he had only experienced a dream before.