Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 341 The Three Broomsticks and the Pig's Head Bar

"I heard that Professor Umbridge is planning to prepare a special team. She seems to want to do something." Filch said in a very low voice.

Hera nodded, which was within his expectation, "I bet she will never do anything good!"

"The poor babies in the office." Filch let out a long sigh, and his expression suddenly became a little sad.

The corners of Hera's mouth twitched several times, but he knew exactly what those treasures Filch was talking about - they were a few pairs of hinges and handcuffs that were shining on the wall of Filch's office.

Filch has proposed to Dumbledore several times, hoping to re-use the old management method, but Dumbledore has always refused.

so.
"Argus, you know that's impossible. Whether it's Dumbledore or other professors, the parents of the students won't agree." Hera twitched her mouth and said.

"Of course, of course" Filch muttered and walked back to the front of the student line. He still had to check the list of students who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade. Those children had been waiting for a month.

Hera walked on, to the stone steps, out into the cold sunny outdoors.

"Special team, what is that?" Hera was a little dazed, but then laughed quickly, "Who will join her team? It can't be the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, right?" He walked briskly on the wide driveway leading to the gate.

"However, what if Umbridge starts with the students." Hera slowed down, but he quickly put the crazy idea aside, "How could there be students on Umbridge's side."

Hera walked between the tall stone pillars with the wild boar on top and turned left on the road to the village, the wind blowing his hair over his eyes.

"It's best to go in and have a drink. The weather has turned cold." Hera wrapped her cloak tightly and hurried towards the Three Broomsticks. He didn't intend to go to the Pig's Head Bar first. The atmosphere there was always gloomy. It would be boring for him to stay alone - he didn't trust those who rushed up to drink with him.

So, Hera headed straight to the Three Broomsticks.

Hogsmeade seemed to be full of joy. Some fast-footed students were already shuttling between the various shops. They were playing around, which made Hera very envious.If Voldemort really hadn't returned, maybe it was for the best.

"It's a pity." Hera sighed, and pushed open the door of the Three Broomsticks. The place was crowded and noisy, warm and smoky, in stark contrast to the cool autumn wind outside.At the bar a curvaceous, pretty-faced woman tended to a rowdy group of wizards.

"Good morning, Hera." Ms. Rosmerta took out a cup from the cupboard behind her and wiped it with a clean towel. "What would you like to drink?"

It has to be said that Ms. Rosmerta's coherent actions made Hera very satisfied. Compared with the bartenders at the Leaky Cauldron and Pig's Head, the Rosmerta girl obviously pays more attention to hygiene, and the most important thing is——she is very charming.

"Have a glass of pear juice soda, I won't drink in the early morning." Hera said with a smile.

"No problem." Ms. Rosmerta smiled and picked up a water bottle and poured a lot of soda into the cup.Hera quickly got the drink he needed, and he found an empty table by the window and sat down.

From time to time, looking through the window at the bustling students outside, and from time to time bowing her head to take a sip of Sydney juice soda, Hera felt that this life was perfect.

But soon, a figure sat across from him.

"Ms. Rosmerta, who are you?" Hera asked in surprise, because there were a group of noisy wizards crowded at the bar just now, and she just let go of her business?
"I just finished my work," the woman Rosmerta held a glass of light red wine in her hand, and sipped it, "How are you doing?"

Before Hera could answer, she quickly added: "It's good not to say anything, I just saw the report."

Hera smiled bitterly, spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders, "What else can I do, at least I can sit here and enjoy the morning with you instead of accompanying the dementors in Azkaban, I think this result is good enough."

"Cut." Ms. Rosmerta said disdainfully, "I don't believe you are the guy who would violate the laws of the Ministry of Magic, you don't have the guts!"

"Thank you for your trust." Hera smiled sincerely. Although he didn't come to the Three Broomsticks very often, Ms. Rosmerta had always had a good relationship with him, at least much better than the owner of the Pig's Head Bar. That guy always looked bitter and bitter, as if everyone owed him hundreds of Galleons.

"That Umbridge... how's she?" Madam Rosmerta asked casually, as if she were an insignificant person.

"Why are you interested in her?"

"No way, she's in the newspapers every day, so it's hard not to care about her." Ms. Rosmerta lowered her head and rubbed her nails. "Recently guests are talking about her, saying that the Ministry of Magic has finally found a good professor for Hogwarts."

"Hehe." Hera took a big gulp of soda.

"I knew that was your reaction. From what I know of you, you wouldn't like her." Ms. Rosmerta said with certainty.

This aroused Hera's curiosity, "You? You mean?"

"Felius, Minerva, Hagrid, and many others." Rosmerta rolled a glance at Hera. "Please, I run the largest tavern in Hogsmeade. Who else has more information than me?"

Hera nodded. This is not Rosmerta's bragging. After all, there are only two pubs in Hogsmeade. Compared with the Pig's Head, this place is indeed much better.

"So, are you going to reveal some inside information to me?" Rosmerta winked at Hera playfully, but Hera didn't accept this.

"Sorry, I don't know the so-called insider information either."

"What a disappointment." Ms. Rosmerta got up and went back to the bar, leaving a sentence before leaving, "Sydney juice soda, 3 silver Sickles."

"No problem!" Hera smiled and waved to her, but she had no intention of getting up and going to the bar to pay the bill.

Hera sat on the three broomsticks until almost noon. During this time, many students came to the Pig's Head Bar. When they saw him, they all waved to him. There were even several glasses of Sydney juice soda on Hera's table-the students thought Hera liked to drink it.

In the end, Hera had to shell out fifteen Sickles to get out of the three broomsticks. The students didn't pay for him, so he had to pay for five glasses of fruit juice and soda. Seeing that the number of students coming to Hogsmeade would only increase as the afternoon approached, Hera had to leave for the Pig's Head Bar.

After all, no one knows how many Galleons Hera will spend if she sits on the Three Broomsticks again.

Leaving the Three Broomsticks, Hera had to say hello to the students who were walking towards the tavern - and they all said hello to Hera politely.

Walking along the main road, when passing Zuko's joke shop, Hera also ran into the twin Weasley brothers. Thanks to his recent impression of Ron, he nodded towards them, after all, this was their last school year at Hogwarts.

"Fred, am I right?" George asked in surprise.

Standing beside him, Fred, who looked almost identical, also opened his mouth wide, "I think you read it right, because I saw it too."

Afterwards, the two of them shouted in unison, "Lestrange actually nodded to us!"

This is really an incredible thing, because since Percy's incident, the relationship between the Weasley family and Hera has been almost on fire. Arthur has been blaming himself for his indiscriminate insults to Hera, and Hera has no intention of forgiving the family at all.

Ron didn't quite understand this point, but Fred and George knew it well—they knew the whole story from Ron that summer vacation, and they figured out how much trouble Percy had caused Hera, which made them feel a little guilty, if only they could pay more attention to Percy.

After Hera nodded, she continued to walk forward, passing the post office, which was always crowded with owls, and some owls flew out of it every once in a while, and then Hera turned into a small road next to it, and there was a small bar at the intersection.A tattered wooden signboard hung from rusty brackets over the door, bearing the severed head of a wild boar, blood seeping the white cloth that wrapped it.The signboard creaked in the wind.

Hera took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

If possible, Hera didn't like to come to the Pig's Head Bar that much. After all, compared with the Three Broomsticks, it was downright dirty and exuded a strong smell of sheep.But there is no way, there are not many places where Hogwarts and Hogsmeade allow them to speak freely, and the hand of the Ministry of Magic has not been able to reach gray areas like the Pig's Head Bar for the time being.

Hera believed that if he had said a single word about the Ministry of Magic at the Three Broomsticks, it would have reached Umbridge's ears almost instantly - there must have been a lot of eyeliners there.

But it was different in the Pig's Head Bar. Most of them were stowaways, smugglers, and dark wizards. Although they deserved it and became a lot more dangerous, they were always feared by the Ministry of Magic, let alone their boss - he could always know the intentions of visitors.

Hera walked around the bar, and finally found a table that was relatively clean, but the thick dirt on the window still made him uncomfortable.

Immediately, Hera went back to the bar and tapped on the table lightly, "Boss, have a glass of butter beer."

The boss flashed sideways through a back door and came up to him.He was a grumpy-looking old man with a mass of long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin, and Hera vaguely felt as if she had seen him somewhere.

So, Hera stared at the bar owner almost intently.

"What are you looking at?" the barkeeper said impatiently.

A smile gradually appeared on Hera's face. He approached the bar and said in a low voice, "Dumbledore, is it you? Why did you come here? Did you leave Hogwarts to run the bar?"

The bar owner seemed choked by Hera's words, "What nonsense are you talking about!?" His gray beard trembled, "I'm not the guy you said, I'm not that cold-blooded."

"Okay, okay, I understand, the wind is getting tighter now," Hera waved her hand, and continued to whisper, "I have been keeping a close eye on Umbridge, but now the situation is getting out of control, you'd better go back to the castle as soon as possible."

"You need me a few more times, I'm not the one you know." The bar owner slammed the dirty glass on the table, but strangely, no one in the bar turned his head to look at them, "Either take your butter beer and go back to your seat and finish it, or get out of here, you are not welcome at the Pig's Head Bar!"

"Okay." Hera said resentfully, he had no choice but to pick up the butter beer and leave the bar. At this time, a cloaked monster next to him sneered, as if mocking Hera's ignorance, which made Hera waved his fist a little annoyed.

"Come on, buddy, I'm not kidding you," said the wizard quickly.

"Better so."

Hera returned to the table and sat down, waiting for Professor Flitwick and the others to appear.But what he didn't expect was that before Professor Flitwick and the others came, he actually saw a few unexpected figures——Hermione and her two good-for-nothing men.

"How did they come here?" Hera lowered his body so that they would not see him, but he squinted his eyes and stared at them firmly.

They quickly came back from the bar, each holding a large glass of butterbeer, and sat at the other end of the bar, which was much empty, but also much dirtier.

"That's fine," Hera murmured, "Other places are no longer safe, and the Pig's Head Bar is indeed a good place to chat. But from this point of view, I must remind Professor Flitwick and the others, so as not to scare Harry and the others away."

So, Hera put on the hood and walked towards the door of the bar. Just as he was about to open the door, the door was pushed open. There were a large group of young wizards. Hera quickly lowered her body and covered her face tightly with the hood.

It's Neville.

Hera breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stepped away.He ducked aside, staring at the lane and the Hog's Head.

More and more young wizards came here, and Hera couldn't help but become suspicious: "When did this place become so lively?"

About [-] little wizards came to the Pig's Head Bar, Hera sighed, it seems that today's small gathering is difficult to go on - they can't criticize Umbridge in front of the little wizards, it will arouse their resistance, and Umbridge is not a kind person, she will definitely punish those thorns severely.

In fact, professors can fight against Umbridge. After all, everyone knows that the Ministry of Magic dare not offend them. How many people in the British Ministry of Magic have been their students. Such a huge network of contacts is their greatest guarantee. The Ministry of Magic actually has nothing to do with professors.

It's just that at this difficult moment, everyone is unwilling to cause trouble for Dumbledore.

(End of this chapter)