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

Because of Professor McGonagall's decision, Hogsmeade Day, which would have been cancelled, is open again. Many of the young wizards, who were feeling a little uncomfortable by the dull atmosphere that loomed in the school, decided to take advantage of this opportunity to relax.

Because of this, Hogsmeade Village had its liveliest day ever.

Of course, on the surface, this pure wizarding village is no different from usual, just a little more populated. But in those inconspicuous places, the professors themselves took on the responsibility of guarding the students.

Hermione, Ron, and Luna exited the school gate and walked along the path on the left. The bright sun shone on them, but it still couldn't offset the cold wind brought by it.

The wind changed from time to time, and both girls' hair was a little messy - of course, Hermione's unkempt brown hair had always been like this.

"Should we go down the secret passage with Harry?"

Harry couldn't get Sirius' signature this year, so he had to use the secret passage at school to go to Hogsmeade. As if he was a little sorry for letting his friend go through the secret passage alone, Ron suddenly spoke.

"Of course, the fewer people who walk through the secret passage, the better," Hermione pressed her wind-blown hair so as not to obscure her vision, "We need to let people see our normal whereabouts so that no one will suspect us." ”

"'Someone with a heart'? Who? Ron was surprised, "Hermione, did you notice someone stalking us?" ”

"Don't look around!" Hermione said angrily, "I didn't find anything, but that doesn't mean we haven't been noticed, does it?" ”

“…… Prudence is an excellent quality that makes a person less prone to making mistakes. Luna said as she let her long pale blonde hair flutter in the wind, her eyes blurred.

"Well, I guess you're right...... So," Ron asked, "is it really good that we set the meeting place at Hoghead's Bar?" It's so remote there......"

"Originally, I wanted to settle on the 'three broomsticks,' and the place with a lot of people would be more inconspicuous...... "Hermione explained quietly, "but now there must be other students there, maybe there are professors there...... Our plan will be agreed to by Maca, and if it were another professor, it would definitely stop us. ”

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

They made their way down the road, and as they passed Jokowi's magic joke shop, they unsurprisingly bumped into Fred and George, as well as their best friend Lee Jordan.

After that, they passed the Owl Post Office and turned into the right-hand side of the path at the other end.

Along the way, Hermione and the others greeted their classmates who passed by on the road. Although they are guys who hardly interact with on weekdays, polite and warm greetings will never make people refuse.

Not long after, they approached the end of the trail to the right and saw a small old pub.

It was as old as ever, with a tattered wooden sign hanging from a rusty stand above the lintel, and a boar's head pinned to it with a conservation spell.

Filthy blood seeped into the plank, and it had long since turned dusty gray-black.

The wind had been strong lately, and as they approached, the sign was creaky by the wind.

"This place, sure enough, looks so suspicious......" Ron subconsciously froze, "I don't know if Harry has arrived - he should be faster than us." ”

"It should ...... It's okay, right? Hermione also said with a little hesitation, "After all, this is in Hogsmeade, the wizarding village frequented by students......

Both of them looked a little hesitant.

“…… Maca and I mentioned that the butterbeer here tastes good. Luna snapped out of nowhere, causing both Hermione and Ron to look at her.

"Maka has he been here?" Hermione seemed relieved, "That should be fine!" Let's get inside, maybe Harry is already waiting for us!" ”

With her in the lead, the three of them pushed open the broken wooden door of the bar and walked in turn.

As soon as they entered the door, before they could see the environment clearly, they immediately smelled an unusually strong smell of mutton smell.

This place is completely different from the 'Three Brooms' that are also bars.

There is no bright bar that has been wiped clean, there is no incense candlestick mixed with spices and warmth, and there is no proud female boss.

Here, there is only a dimly lit and cramped room, and there is dust and dirt everywhere.

The windows on the side walls were so dirty that they barely let in the light, the uneven wooden tables were lit with some inferior candle heads, and behind the bar stood a tall, skinny gray-bearded old man.

Hermione stomped her foot slightly, only to find that it didn't seem to be the mud she had expected, but rather the "old dirt" that had accumulated on the stone floor for centuries.

I remember that Hagrid had mentioned the bar several times before, and that there were a lot of fun people here. The dragon egg he had won from a hooded stranger in the bar.

At that time, everyone may have wondered why Hagrid was not wary of making a deal with a guy who was hiding his head and tail.

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

There was a wizard sitting at the bar—it was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman, for all visible parts of the man's body were wrapped in gray bandages.

Even so, he was able to pour some kind of smoking, flame-burning liquor through the gap between the bandages in his mouth.

By the window, which was not bright, two hooded and cloaked figures sat facing each other, chatting in a thick Yorkshire accent.

But if they don't speak, I guess many people will think of them as Dementors at a glance!

By the fireplace, a witch huddles in a dark corner where the fire does not shine, and the thick black scarf hangs from the tip of her nose to the instep of her feet, reminding one of some exotic people on the back of a camel.

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

"Hermione, it's all your fault for what you just said...... "Ron lowered his voice, "I don't think anyone looks like a good person now......"

"No, it has nothing to do with that," Hermione whispered, too, "because none of these people look like good people—who would dress themselves up like this if they didn't do something bad?" ”

"You have a point, but ......," Ron's eyes wandered over the men, and he glanced at the black-veiled witch a few more times, "I still don't think something is right—look at that, could it be the old toad of Umbridge?" ”

When Hermione heard this, her eyes swept over there, but she saw that the other party seemed to notice this side, and her head turned slightly.

She immediately looked away again.

"Umbridge is certainly not as tall as that witch," Hermione whispered, "Besides, she should still be doing some disgusting debriefing at the Ministry of Magic!" Also, there are no regulations at the school that prohibit students from entering the Hog's Head Bar – I've asked Professor Flitwick before. ”

She paused, and then added, as if with some understanding, "...... However, the professor seriously advised me to remember to bring my own cup if I had to go! ”

"Don't be so quiet, I can hear it!" The gray-bearded old man behind the bar suddenly stopped wiping glasses and yelled with a rag, "Which bastard instilled in you bad things about my bar?" Also, my cups here are all clean!

Hermione was startled, but when she looked at the grumpy old man, she inexplicably sensed a familiar feeling.

"Yes, I'm sorry......" Hermione quickly apologized.

“…… Forget it, what's the fuss with you little hairy girl," he muttered, "what do you want?" ”

"Butterbeer!" Luna hurriedly said, "I want you to have the kind here!" ”

"Huh?" The old man glanced at her, a hint of doubt flashing across his face, "Raw faces? I remember all the people who came - who introduced you here? ”

"Maca told me." Luna tilted her head.

As soon as he heard the name, the old man immediately raised gray eyebrows.

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

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

"Six Sico." He said in an impatient tone.

"I'll pay for it."

A voice came from behind, and all three looked back, only to see that it was Harry.

The barkeeper's gaze swept over Harry's forehead, and he kept moving his hands as he neatly tossed the silver coins Harry handed him into the wooden cash drawer under the bar.

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

"I'm not the only one, I see someone else in the back—" Harry gestured to the door.

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the bar was opened again, and a large crowd of people poured in one after another.

At the front were Neville and Ernie, followed by many others, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, every house except Slytherin.

Ginny, of course, but she was followed by a tall, thin yellow-haired boy, and both Harry and Ron subconsciously looked at him a few more times.

At the back of the line were the Weasley brothers and Lee Jordan, whom they had met earlier, all three of them holding a large paper bag. Needless to say, it's sure to be filled with mischievous merchandise from Jokowi's Magic Joke Shop.