Vol 2 Chapter 424: 3 broomsticks and pig head bar

The night was getting dark, and it was late autumn night, and it was freezing cold on the Hogwarts campus.
On the cobblestone road from Hogwarts Castle to Hogsmeade Village, a lonely young man appeared in the direction of the castle.
He seems to be a student, but in terms of dressing, he doesn't seem to be alike.
At the same time, a witch wearing a thick hat full of patches happened to pass this way too... She was short, covered in mud, and her wand glowed brightly.
The young man quickly hid behind a pile of bushes, without making any sound, his body became illusory and merged with the surrounding environment.
Professor Pomona-Sprout stopped and looked around with some suspicion
"Weird, I heard something!" she said to herself.
After carefully observing the surroundings for a while, confirming that it was just her "illusion"; Professor Sprout just finished her routine patrol here and chose to leave and return to the greenhouse.
Hidden and then continued to hide patiently for more than ten minutes, confirming that there was no risk of being discovered; the "hidden" just quietly walked out from behind the bush and continued to the direction where Hogsmeade was.
It didn't take long before he came to the oak gate.
On the entire gate, there are ten huge iron locks arranged in sequence, which are locked so tightly that no one can pass through.
He just stretched out a hand, stroked the door lightly, and whispered:
"turn on!"
"Bang", "bang", "bang", a continuous and crisp sound came from the gate, and the iron locks were opened one by one, obeying his orders.
It wasn't until he walked out of the oak door that he locked them again at the same time.
...
"Who is it?" After almost two beats, a panicked voice came from the side of the oak door.
It seemed that this "caretaker" was a little caught off guard for individuals who appeared on campus in the middle of the night.
"Fundus!"
In a position he couldn't see, a calm voice sounded.
Then, the watcher's eyes became dull for an instant, he shook his head and looked around, then sat back slowly.
Jon Hart, who used the "phantom spell" on himself, stepped lightly and walked past the Auror who was watching the door for Hogwarts.
The other party looked strong, his stiff hair was kept short, and his hair was gray-white... This Auror Jon was still quite familiar, vaguely remembered his name seemed to be "Dawlish"?
Although there is no curfew or other decree, due to the special period, no one can be seen on the streets of Hogsmeade... On the way to the village of Hogsmeade on foot, I was a little uncomfortable and my face was a little bit cold. It was painful, and then it was almost numb.
Always
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Walk forward along the Central Avenue, then turn into a small road next to the post office, and soon two opposing bars are brought into view...
One of the rooms is very delicately decorated and looks quite warm inside; a delicate sign hung on the door with three flying broomsticks painted on it. A middle-aged woman in her forties with a very good appearance and figure is busy at the entrance of the bar. Ms. Rosmerta is pouring the unfinished butterbeer, mead, red currant rum, and violet water into the sewer.
However, she was not the goal of Jon's trip. So Jon only stopped in the cold night, waiting for the other party to finish busy, before moving on to another bar.
The other bar looked small and shabby, with a tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door, with a picture of a chopped pig's head painted on it, and blood infiltrated the white cloth covering it.
Jon Hart walked over quickly and knocked gently on the door.
"Who is it?" An alert voice came quickly from it.
"Mr. Dumbledore, it's me!" Jon answered quickly.
The door of the pig's head bar was opened, an old man with a tall lanky figure, gray hair and beard, and a strange temper.
...
"Is there any butterbeer, it's too cold here!" Jon shivered as he got into the basement of Pig's Head.
"Huh... wait!" Aberforth Dumbledore snorted coldly, then picked up a wine glass and walked in the direction of the barrel.
When he came to the basement, he found that the other party had already lit the fireplace in the basement, and the whole room was suddenly illuminated.
"That's better!" Jon said loudly, taking a few mouthfuls of butter beer.
On the oil painting by the fireplace, Ariana Dumbledore pursed her mouth, pointed at Jon and chuckled.
Aberforth sat opposite him. The sloppy old man pondered for a moment, and then took the initiative to speak, "Are you here for my brother's business... Tell the truth, where is he now?"
"To be honest, I don't know!" Jon put down the beer glass in his hand and replied, "But I think I can guess... Maybe he is fishing for salmon on Lake Berga now?"
"Lake Baikal, there are thousands of miles away from Hogwarts... Except for participating in international conferences, my brother never leaves the UK so far!" Aberforth said calmly.
"But now, times have changed..." Jon replied with a smile, "I have convinced Mr. Dumbledore to experience a new and much easier life."
"Really, you convinced him?" Aberforth frowned and said, "How did you do it... No one knows him better than I, how stubborn and stubborn he is..."
"Actually... it's easy!" Jon explained as he gestured, "However, you'd better not know the detailed process."
"Forget it, if you don't want to say it." Aberforth didn't ask the bottom of it. He picked up a clean rag, walked to the side of the oil painting, and carefully wiped the stain on the wall next to it.
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In the oil painting, Ariana Dumbledore’s big watery eyes were a little more worried; she blinked at Jon, seeming to be asking something.
Jon nodded solemnly to her, indicating that she didn't need to worry.
"That bastard, are you with Albus too!" With his back to Jon, Aberforth slowly said: "I heard an interesting news from a traveling passenger... There is a rumor that Newmont Gad’s collapse suddenly fell, and the Austrian Ministry of Magic tried its best to find out why."
"Are you still very well informed?" Jon asked in a little astonishment.
"You just need to tell me if it's or it's not?" Aberforth's voice was filled with anger... he looked like a goat that would attack at any time.
"Yes." Jon nodded, he didn't lie.
The the painting looked at her brother, her eyes full of pleading.
"Hey!" Aberfors sighed heavily: "It's nothing...so many years have passed...Let it all end..."
The old man sat down on the ground ~EbookFREE.me~ and said quietly: "Albus left Hogwarts, my old bones are useless... Ariana, maybe we should leave Hogmore too. De, let's go back to Godric Valley, how about?"
"You mean, you intend to transfer the pig's head bar?" Jon on the side suddenly said with some interest: "Mr. Dumbledore, would you like to offer... a thousand gallons? How about?"
"Fuck off!"
"Didn't you say... Are you ready to leave Hogsmeade..."
"I changed my mind!"
...
After a full glass of Butterbeer, Jon Hart only felt warm.
"If there is nothing to do... the pig's head bar should also be closed!" Aberforth Dumbledore unceremoniously issued an eviction order.
"No, no, Mr. Dumbledore, one more thing..." Jon said quickly.
While talking, Jon put his suitcase on the ground, and after a lot of effort, took out a large suitcase from it.
"This is..." Aberforth frowned.
"Excuse me to hand over this thing to Mrs. Rosmerta...that is, your neighbor..." Jon said with a smile.
"Rosmerta..." Aberforth frowned, "She has been a little abnormal lately!"
"Yes, it is because she is not normal." Jon still smiled and said: "You told her that this was passed to her by Stan Sunpark, but it fell into your hands by accident. , You can make up any specific reasons... and tell her that this thing needs to be handed over to Draco Malfoy."
"Okay, leave it to me!" Aberforth nodded, "So, what is in this box?"
"In this box?" Jon replied without hesitation: "It's a gift from the Dark Lord."