I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts - Chapter 508

Hermione took Ron and Harry to the door of a dirty bar.

The tattered wooden signboard was hung on the rusty bracket on the door, on which was hung a chopped pig’s head, and blood stains penetrated the white cloth that wrapped it.

Ron Harry, the name of the Pig’s Head, had already heard of it.

Their friend Hagrid likes to come to this place very much.

Although it is not like three broomstick bars, there are delicious butter beers, a clean and tidy environment, and beautiful bar owners.

But it is because of its dirty and gloomy environment that there are many guys with hidden faces here.

They all like to conduct some, unclean, or even illegal transactions here.

Hagrid bought a dragon egg from the people in this bar when they were in the first grade.

The owner of the pig’s head is an old man who looks grotesque. He is tall and thin, and his long hair and beard are gray.

But with such a sloppy old man, Harry felt that he had some inexplicable familiarity every time he saw him.

This feeling was strange, and Harry had never studied it deeply.

And what Lynn recommended to them, Hermione said, the object they want to observe in this moral education class is the owner of this bar.

When the three of Harry and the others walked into the bar, there was not a single guest in the living room on the first floor. It was still morning, and indeed no one would drink at this time.

And the owner of the pig’s head, the sloppy old man was wiping the cup with a dirty rag in front of the bar.

“Today is not a weekend, and Hogwarts is not on holiday. Did you disobedient little guys sneak out?”

“We are in a moral education class, sir.” Hermione explained to him, “Professor Fox brought us out together. Today we can stay outside for a whole day, but we must reach an agreement with an adult wizard to observe him. Today’s life and work, I’m going to take this one to write a thesis.”

Aberforth gently put down the cup in his hand, and he looked at Harry and the others who were standing in front of the door and laughed.

“You mean you are planning to find me to be the object of observation today?”

Harry and Ron looked at the environment in the surrounding bars, and obviously had some opinions on Lynn and Hermione’s choice.

They secretly shook their heads to Hermione behind and signaled her to leave, and found another normal wizard in Hogwarmode to observe.

But at this time Hermione had already said with certainty.

“Yes, sir, we would like to invite you to be our observation object today.”

Harry and Ron looked desperate, but then Aberforth’s words brought joy to their faces again.

“I don’t want you to mess with me in my shop, so that you can follow me by my side to observe me. What good is it for me? Leave quickly, don’t stand at the door and disturb my business.”

Aberforth drove away at them, directly vetoing Hermione’s proposal.

However, Hermione had long expected this, and Lynn had already told her about the weird character of the horrible old man in the pig’s head bar.

When Harry and Ron were about to leave, Hermione didn’t move. She stared at Aberforth and said.

“Someone asked me to tell your husband that he spent 50 gallons to cover your tavern for a day two years ago, and the money hasn’t been used up yet.”

Hearing Hermione’s words, the movement of Aberforth’s hand suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and frowned at Hermione, groaned for a moment, and finally shook his head and said.

“If this is the case, then you can stay. But I want to warn you not to disturb my work, nor disturb my guests, and don’t make any noise when you hear or see anything.”

“Of course we can guarantee sir.” Hermione agreed excitedly, while Harry and Ron groaned.

They barely found one in the lobby of the Pig’s Head Bar, and sat down in a fairly clean place.

Then I watched the scruffy old man wiping his wine glass there.

Harry whispered to Hermione’s ear and asked.

“You just told him that it took 50 gallons to hire him in the tavern for a day. Isn’t it Lynn?”

Hermione shook her head.

“I don’t know if it’s Lynn, but Lynn really taught me to say this sentence.”

Harry glanced at the surroundings of the bar suspiciously again. Whether it was a table, chair, bench or a window bar, it looked dirty, and it seemed to be stained with grease.

The only clean thing in the whole hall was the painting on the wall. It was a quiet girl with a quiet smile on her face, looking at them quietly.

He really didn’t notice any difference in this bar, and why did Lynn spend 50 gallons to cover it all day.

Until nearly nine o’clock in the morning, the first guest arrived in the bar.

It was a wizard wearing a black robe and hiding his entire face under his hood.

He asked the sloppy old man at the bar for a glass of whiskey, and then he didn’t dislike the dirty glass, so he sat at the table and drank slowly.

From his voice, Harry could hear that this was an older wizard.

The life of a bar owner seems very boring. One morning is to entertain all kinds of guests and sell alcohol, and then wipe the bar that will never be clean with a rag.

Harry and Ron, the two of them sat at the table for a while, couldn’t stay still, wandering around in the pig’s head bar.

The closer it was to noon, the more busy Aberforth got, and he had no time to stare at Harry and the three of them.

Just when Hermione lowered her head and wrote on the parchment, the barkeeper was working daily.

Harry and Ron, who had ran to the hotel on the second floor of the bar, suddenly rushed down.

“Guess what we found? Hermione~www.mtlnovel.com~ Harry cautiously leaned into Hermione’s ear and said.

Before Hermione could reply, Ron couldn’t help but continue.

“We saw the name of this boss! Guess what his name is?”

Harry said immediately after his words.

“Aberforth Dumbledore! The same surname as Professor Dumbledore!”

Hermione was also a little surprised by their findings.

“This bar owner has a relationship with Professor Dumbledore?”

“But they are not alike at all. This old man is sloppy and has a smell of sheep.” Ron looked at the male hostess who was pouring the guests with disgust.

Harry said thoughtfully.

“In fact, it looks like this bar owner does look a bit like Professor Dunlidor.”