Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan didn't care about Umbridge, he wanted to ask Dumbledore about the vampire, but the other side didn't give him a chance. After handling the matter, he didn't know where he was going. He definitely wasn't in the principal's office anyway.

Umbridge has not been present at the school for several days since then.

Many people are wondering if the scar on her face cannot be removed and if she has no face to remain in Hogwarts.

If one of the professors were to encounter this embarrassment, it would be better to resign.

Such rumours have continued, and many have vowed to say that Umbridge has submitted a letter of resignation to Dumbledore, as if it were true.

In conclusion, in this delightful atmosphere, you have come to Hogsmeade for the first time this semester.

Everyone has been looking forward to this day, and Ivan and Hermione are going to talk to you about forming an extracurricular group to train fighters and learn defensive techniques.

Compared to Umbridge, this is the right thing to do.

The morning we went to Hogsmeade Village, the weather was clear, but there was wind.

After breakfast, Ivan, Hermione, Harry, Ron and Colin lined up in front of Felch to check their names against that long list of parents or guardians who allowed them to visit Hogsmeade's classmates.

Since Umbridge's departure, Felch has split up a lot, waving his hand and letting Ivan pass them a few times.

“It feels really good that Umbridge isn't around and the whole school is getting a lot more relaxed.” Ron said, "Well, if I could, I'd like that woman to resign and never come back. ”

“That's impossible!” Hermione said, "We need to be careful, she won't just let it go. After all, you two did too much last time. I heard she seems to be badly hurt...”

“She deserves it! ”

“Yeah, that's right, but she's after all...”

“Okay, Hermione, where are we going now?” Harry's in a hurry. "Three broomsticks? ”

“Oh, no!” Hermione was distracted from worrying about Umbridge's revenge, which has been their most talked about topic for some time, "No, it's always crowded and noisy. I talked to Ivan, and I asked someone else to meet us at the Pighead Bar, which is another bar, you know, not on the road. Yeah, I think it's a little unsafe, but classmates don't usually go up there, so I don't think we're going to be overheard. ”

“The bar is cold and we can get a box.” Ivan said.

They followed the main road through Zoko's joke shop, where, unexpectedly, they saw Fred, George and Lee Jordan.

After passing the post office, some owls flew out of it every minute.

Then they took a little road next to it, and there was a little bar at the intersection. A broken wood sign hung on a rusty stent on the door with a cut off boar's head, stained with white cloth wrapped around it.

As they approached, the sign was squeaked by the wind and five of them hesitated outside the door.

“Go on, get in.” Hermione said, looking a little nervous.

“Don't worry, nothing's wrong, it's just, um, it looks a little worn out here!” Ivan said the leader walked in.

In fact, this is not an old dot and a half.

It's completely different from the three broomstick bars, where the big bar is always bright, clean and warm, while the Porkhead Bar has only a small, dark, very dirty room with a thick sheep smell.

Thick dirt builds up on several convex windows, the light is almost impenetrable, and some candleheads are lit on rough wood tables.

At first glance, I thought the ground was compact mud.

But when stepped on it, it was discovered that centuries of dirt had accumulated on the floor, originally paved with stone.

Ivan had been here a few times before, but he couldn't help but smoke his nose and was not used to smelling the thick sheep in the air.

By the way, Dumbledore's brother Aboforth really has a thing for goats.

“Do you remember?” Harry whispered, "Hagrid once said that he won an egg here, the Norwegian Ridgeback, what happened to us in first grade. ”

“Yeah, he said he won it from a stranger in a hood.” Ron said, swallowed saliva.

“It suits the style here, doesn't it? I've also been wondering why Hagrid didn't suspect that when they were dating, the guy was always blocking his face tight and solid.” Harry continued.

Until now, he realized that hiding his face seemed popular in the pigsty bar.

There was a man at the bar, his whole head wrapped in dirty grey bandages.

But they can still fill a smoky, spark-lit thing one by one through a bandage crevice in their mouth, sitting at a table by the window with two people in hoods, and if they weren't talking in a very heavy Yorkshire accent, they thought they were psychedelics.

A witch sits in a dark corner next to the fireplace, and a thick black veil drapes down to her feet.

They could only see the tip of her nose as it raised the mask slightly.

“Something's wrong with me!” As they walked towards the bar, Harry whispered that he looked with particular attention at the witch with the veil all over her, "Did you think it would be Umbridge in there? ”

Hermione narrowed her eyes and glanced at the shadow wrapped in a gauze towel.

“Umbridge is shorter than that woman!” She whispered, "And she should be in the hospital by now, and even if Umbridge came up here, she couldn't stop us. I went over the school rules two or three times, and we didn't go out of line. I also asked Professor Flivey if students could come into the pighead bar, and he said yes, but he repeatedly advised me to bring my own glasses. We didn't really form an army, we had extracurricular groups, and Ivan taught us magic, and I went through the rules I could think of about organizing study groups and extracurricular groups, which were absolutely permissible, and I just didn't think we should be overstretched because Fogey and the Ministry didn't want us to. ”

“Wait, didn't you guys find out who she was?” Ivan softly said.

“Who is it?”

“Of course it's Mundungus!” Ivan said, "This disguise looks great, doesn't it? ”