Hogsmeade, Hog's Head Bar. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the only small town in Britain where only wizards live, the Pig's Head Bar doesn't look so eye-catching, and even because of the owner's odd temper and poor location, the business here is a little worse than Madame Rostarmer's Three Broomsticks.

But the store manager Aberforth didn't care, and the customers who came and went to his store didn't want to meet those young and energetic faces on the three brooms, and of course, those illegal transactions were also carried out here.

This year's Hogsmeade was particularly lively, because of the Triwizarding Tournament, and of course, more because of Rita Skeeter, the well-known columnist who single-handedly caused the sales of the Daily Prophet to soar, and it seems that she has decided to dedicate herself to Hogwarts this year to focus on covering the Triwizarding Championship. The news had just come out, and I didn't know if Dumbledore's already pleated forehead would add a few more.

Today, the Pig's Head Bar welcomes a few young customers. The appearance of two beautiful girls still caused ripples in the pig's head bar, and the tables that would not be wiped down seriously for many years were also disposed of by the customers on each table.

"Oh, is it here? It's a nice place. Holly led into the bar and looked at it.

It was a rather old-looking bar, with old gas lamps hanging crookedly on the walls, emitting a faint glow and a creeping sound from time to time, with only a few tables that looked a little older, and a few stools that were placed crookedly, and the owner didn't seem to care. There was only one person at the bar, slowly rubbing his wine glasses, turning from time to time, and the light reflected by the wine glasses flashed in the room from time to time, reflecting the smoke wafting from all corners.

"Hey, why did you choose this position? Erinka came in after Holly.

"No why, do you want to go with three broomsticks?"

"Why not, at least meet a few normal-looking people there?"

"But I don't think it's much safer to talk there. ”

"Do you think it's going to be a lot more secrecy here?"

"Of course, no. ”

"And you're still here?"

"Don't you think it's a weird situation for someone to be on three broomsticks?"

"You mean ......?"

"Yes, I think, we're still very busy today. Holly shrugged and looked at the people who came in.

"Well, I'm convinced. Erinka had no choice but to go to the bar and order two whiskeys and came back. By the time Erinka returned, a hooded man had sat across from Holly.

While it's normal to wear a hood outside, it's normal to wear a hood in a bar...... Well, glancing at the bar, similar situations are still very common, and there are probably only two people who show their faces, Holly and Erinka.

"Long time no see. Holly paused, but spoke.

"Actually, I don't think it's the best. The hooded man said, judging by his voice, it should be a man.

"I think so, too. Holly nodded. "Why are you in such a hurry? I remember Dumbledore didn't allow you to run back to England. Holly suddenly lowered his voice.

"Someone needs me. ”

"Oh, Harry, what's wrong with him? Are you referring to the Triwizard Tournament? I guess under Dumbledore's eyelids, no one can actually hurt him, right?"

"But isn't he still getting involved in the game?"

"Then I don't know, maybe Dumbledore had expected it, but it wasn't necessarily that he was just casting a long line to catch big fish. ”

"Dumbledore, huh. I know he's strong, but ...... This time I need your help to do something. ”

"Oh, the price to please move me is quite high. Holly nodded, not refusing.

"......" hesitated for a long time, but finally made up his mind, "Guarantee his life, and the inheritance of the Potter family will all belong to you." ”

"It's a deal. Holly agreed neatly, and then pulled out a piece of old parchment and handed it over.

After some inspection, the other side hesitated to write his name with his wand, and then ...... The parchment turned to ashes.

"Okay, I have something to do later, and I hope we don't get a chance to meet again. The man across from him pulled his hood, took the whiskey on the table that no one had touched, and drank it down.

"Wait," Holly began.

"What's the matter?" said the man on the other side as he stopped walking outward, turned around.

"Take a look at it for me. A piece of paper popped out of Holly's hand and flew straight to the man opposite. I saw a young man who looked a little handsome, the same man Holly had seen in the bushes on the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

"Barty Crouch?" muttered the man opposite.

"How can you have a portrait of him?"

"No comment. Who is he?"

"What's the use of you caring about a man who is already dead. The other side paused and said. "A man who has died in Azkaban. ”

"Who is he?" asked Holly, repeating.

"Hmph. The hooded man was a little annoyed, and turned to throw the piece of paper, only to see that the paper had left some wrinkles on it, and it was slowly falling in the air.

Holly grabbed the piece of paper and glanced at it hastily, but his face changed drastically.

"What's wrong?" Erinka asked, seeing the change in Holly's face, she was sure that there must be an answer on the piece of paper, but she couldn't think of any kind of answer that would make Holly so frightened.

Shaking his head, Holly asked for a new cup of hot cocoa, and then slowly began to calm down in his seat.

After a while, another man came in with a bag, glanced around, and walked in the direction of Holly and Erinka.

Throwing the bag on the ground, there seemed to be something inside, and it didn't make any noise.

"What you want. The man pointed to the package on the ground, and took out an old piece of parchment, I don't know what was written on it, but I could vaguely see thin lines emanating from the parchment, one end of which was connected to the man's wrist, and the other end, which seemed to be connected to something inside.

I wrote for a long time, and from time to time I could see that the man seemed to be fighting against something, and every once in a while, there would be a moment when his mind wandered or his attention was not so concentrated, but fortunately, in the end, he still wrote something, handed it to Holly with the baggage, and left immediately.