Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A few days later, it was the last day of the week, and Hogsmeade Day also arrived as scheduled.

Because of Professor McGonagall's decision, Hogsmeade Day, which was most likely to be cancelled, is open again.Many of the little wizards who were feeling a little uncomfortable by the looming dull atmosphere in the school decided to take this opportunity to relax.

Because of this, the village of Hogsmeade ushered in the busiest day ever.

Of course, on the surface, this pure wizarding village is no different from usual, it's just that there are more people.But in those less obvious places, the professors have personally assumed the duty of guarding the students.

Hermione, Ron, and Luna left the school gate and walked along the road on the left.The bright sunshine shone on them, but it still couldn't offset the cold wind.

The changing wind direction from time to time made the hair of both girls a little messy—of course, Hermione’s tousled brown hair had always been like this.

"Should we walk the secret road with Harry?"

Harry didn't get Sirius' signature this year, so he had to go to Hogsmeade with the help of the secret tunnel in the school.It seemed that he was a little sorry for letting his friend drill the secret road by himself, and Ron said suddenly.

"Of course the number of people walking the secret path is as small as possible." Hermione pressed her hair blown up by the wind so as not to obscure her vision. "We have to let people see their normal movements so that they won't let them. Those who are interested have doubts."

"'Who is the one?" Ron said in surprise, "Hermione, did you find someone following us?"

"Don't look around!" Hermione said grumpily, "I didn't find anything, but that doesn't mean we must have not been noticed, did it?"

"...Caution is an excellent quality, it can make people not easy to make mistakes." Luna let her long pale blonde hair flutter in the wind, her eyes blurred.

"Well, I think you are right... Then," Ron asked, "We set the meeting point at the Pig's Head Bar, is this really good? It's so remote..."

"Originally, I wanted to fix it on the'Three Broomsticks'. It's even more inconspicuous in places with a lot of people..." Hermione explained in a low voice, "But now there must be other students there, maybe there are professors... Our plan was also approved by the Maca Society, and changing to another professor would definitely stop us."

"If it's a pig's head bar, people usually don't go, so at least they won't be overheard by people in the school."

They kept moving along the road, and when they passed the Joko Magic Joke Shop, they did not accidentally ran into Fred and George, as well as their best friend Lee Jordan.

After that, they passed the Owl Post Office and turned into the path on the right at the other end.

On the way, Hermione and the others greeted the students who passed by on the way normally.Although they are all the guys who rarely interact with each other on weekdays, the polite but enthusiastic greetings will never make people refuse.

Not long after, they saw a small old bar on the right near the end of the path.

This place is still as old as it always was, with a dilapidated wooden sign hanging under the rusty bracket above the lintel, and a wild boar head that had been cursed for preservation was nailed to it.

Dirty blood stains seeped into the board, and it had already turned into a dusty gray black.

The recent wind has been strong, and when they approached, the sign was creaked by the wind.

"This place, how suspicious it looks..." Ron subconsciously stopped. "I don't know if Harry is here-he should be faster than us."

"Should... it's okay?" Hermione also said hesitantly, "After all, this is in Hogsmeade, the wizard village frequented by students..."

Both seemed hesitant.

"...Maca and I mentioned that the butter beer here tastes good." Luna suddenly came out such a sentence.

"Macathon has been here?" Hermione seemed to be relieved. "Then it should be fine! Go, let's go in quickly, maybe Harry is already waiting for us inside!"

Led by her, the three of them pushed open the broken wooden door of the bar and walked inside one by one.

As soon as they entered the door, before they had time to see the environment inside, they immediately smelled an unusually strong smell of sheep mutton.

This place is completely different from the "Three Broomsticks" that is also a bar.

There is no bright bar counter that has been wiped clean, there is no candle holder mixed with spices and warm incense, and there is no proud female boss.

Here, there is only one dim and narrow room with dust and dirt everywhere.

The windows on the side walls were so dirty that they could barely let in light, some low-quality candle heads were lit on the uneven wooden table, and behind the bar stood a tall and thin old man with a gray beard.

Hermione stomped her feet lightly, but found that her feet did not seem to be the muddy ground as expected, but simply the "aged dirt" accumulated on the stone floor for centuries.

I remember that Hagrid had mentioned this bar several times before, and said that there are many fun and interesting guys here.The fire dragon egg he won from a hooded stranger in this bar.

At that time, everyone might have wondered, how could Hagrid not be vigilant when making a deal with a guy who was hiding his head and showing his tail?

But today, when they came here in person, they discovered that hiding their faces at the pig's head bar seemed to be a default popular habit.

There was a wizard sitting on the bar counter-it was not clear whether it was a male or a female, because all the body parts that could be seen were wrapped in gray bandages.

Even so, it was still possible to pour some smoking and burning wine cup by cup through the gap in the bandage around the mouth.

And beside the window with no light, two figures in hooded cloaks sat face to face, chatting with a thick Yorkshire accent.

But if you don't speak, many people will think of them as dementors at a glance!

Next to the fiery fireplace, a witch was shrunk in a dark corner out of the fire, with a thick black veil hanging from the tip of her nose to the back of her instep, making people involuntarily think of a foreign nation on the back of a camel.

Harry didn't seem to be here yet, and the three cautiously walked past the table, toward the bar.

"Hermione, I blame you for just talking about tracking..." Ron lowered his voice, "Now I don't think anyone looks like a good person..."

"No, it has nothing to do with that," Hermione also whispered, "because these people really don't look like good people-if you don't do anything wrong, who would dress yourself like this?"

"Although you are right, but..." Ron's eyes dangled over those people, and he glanced at the witch who was covered in black gauze. "I still don't think so. That’s right—look at that, is it the old toad in Umbridge?"

When Hermione heard the words, her gaze flicked over there, but when she saw that the other party seemed to notice this, her head turned slightly.

She immediately looked away again.

"Umbridge is definitely not as tall as that witch," Hermione said softly, "Besides, she should be doing disgusting reports at the Ministry of Magic! Moreover, the school has no regulations prohibiting students from entering the pig's head bar-I used to Just asked Professor Flitwick."

She paused, and then seemed to add some knowingly: "...but the professor seriously suggested to me that if I have to go, remember to bring my own cup!"

"Don't be so low, I can hear it!" The old gray-bearded man behind the bar suddenly stopped wiping the glass, and shouted with a rag, "Which bastard instilled bad things about my bar? And, My cups are very clean!

Hermione was taken aback, but when she cast her gaze on the grumpy old man, she inexplicably noticed a kind of familiarity.

"Yes, sorry..." Hermione quickly apologized.

"...Forget it, what do you want to be angry with you little girl," he muttered, "what do you want?"

"Butterbeer!" Luna said rushingly, "The kind you only have here!"

"Huh?" The old man glanced at her, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, "A new face? I remember everyone who was here-who introduced you to it?"

"Maca told me." Luna tilted her head.

Upon hearing the name, the old man raised his gray eyebrows.

"Ha!" He sneered with a sullen face, "It turned out to be that kid..."

The old man didn't ask Hermione and Ron, and he bent down and took out three dusty dirty wine bottles from under the counter, and stopped in front of the three.

"Six Si Ke," he said in an impatient tone.

"I'll pay."

A voice came from behind, and all three of them looked back, only to see that Harry had arrived.

The barkeeper's gaze flicked over Harry's forehead, his hands kept moving, and he neatly threw the silver coins Harry had handed into the wooden cash cabinet under the bar.

"You are here, Harry!" Ron happily touched his arm.

"It's not just me, I see other people behind—" Harry gestured towards the door.

Before the words fell, the door of the bar was opened again, and a large group of people poured in one after another.

Neville and Ernie were walking in the front, followed by many people, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and every college except Slytherin.

Of course there was Ginny, but there was a tall and thin boy with yellow hair next to her, and Harry and Ron both gave him a few more subconsciously.

At the end were the Weasley brothers and Lee Jordan they had met before, all three of them were holding a big paper bag.Needless to say, it must be full of prank goods from Joko’s Magic Joke Shop.