Due to the huge blow they suffered, it was not until Hermione bought the quill at the Literati Quill Shop that they barely forgot the sadness of being thrown out of the galaxy.

"I thought you'd buy some magic robes at Fengya." Seeing Hermione put the quill away, Harry joked.

Magos spread his hands,

"Don't think I'm still rich, just now I used all the money I earned during this time, and I still have to pay the rest. I'm already poor from now on, and I'll have to rely on you for the rest of my meals. ”

This sentence broke the barrier that had just been created, and Ron let out laughter, just now he almost felt inferior to himself and felt unworthy to be his friend anymore.

"What about Parvati, don't forget that you owe us a meal." Hermione also breathed a sigh of relief, jokingly. The pressure of the meeting just now was really high, so she didn't know how to speak.

"Come on, it was me and Magos who asked Parvati for help." Harry was worried that McGoth had just run out of money, after all, he thought that it was enough to exaggerate the profit of the small shop that had just opened.

"Then we'll be one and a half." McGoth didn't shirk and agreed directly. He didn't expect their reaction to be so big just now, and they all regretted it a little, but since they have done it, then find a way to smooth out the gap, AA is a good choice.

"My father gave me a little money, enough for this treat, of course, next time you come out, you really want to invite me to dinner, otherwise I will have to eat at Hogwarts."

Harry's smile was drawn from the words again, and the strangeness they had just felt completely vanished.

It's much better to go shopping with laughter than to be silent, at least they won't go straight to their destination, even if they don't have a destination either.

Casually browse the surrounding storefronts, occasionally say hello to students you know, and before you know them, they come to a crossroads.

"Where next?" Harry asked.

"Look at the signs." Hermione stepped forward.

"Straight ahead there is a magic equipment shop called Louvis and Bans's shop. Do any of you need to go? ”

McGoth and Harry shook their heads, neither of them had heard of the shop.

"George told me about this shop, where you can repair magic items or buy tools for repairs, but we shouldn't need them."

"On the left is the Lady Pardiv's teahouse, which I have heard from Parvati. We shouldn't have anyone to go over. ”

Harry asked curiously.

"A place to drink tea?"

Hermione gave him a blank look.

"Not so."

"A place to go on a date." Ron whispered something in the back, and Hermione didn't pretend to hear it.

"On the right is the pig's head bar. It didn't seem like there was anywhere we needed to go. ”

"You can go to the pig's head bar." Ron hurriedly spoke.

"I've heard Fred say that wizards who go there cover their faces with masks."

"Remember Hagrid saying he bought a dragon and three-headed dog with a stranger there?" Harry continued.

"Then let's go over and have a look, it sounds interesting."

"But I heard it wasn't very good, and they suggested we go to the Three Broomsticks Bar to rest." Hermione hesitated.

Hearing the name of the Three Broomsticks Bar, Ron paused visibly, and then stopped talking about going to the Hog's Head Bar.

Hermione suddenly thought of this and smiled narrowly.

"Then go to the pig's head bar, I'm curious to hear you say that."

Ron was a little disappointed, but forced an expression of disappointment.

Now that they had discussed it, they went back to a shop that sold masks and bought four masks.

"Why are the masks here so weird?" Hermione looked at the bat in her hand with a little disgust.

"This is the guardian of Gotham City, don't talk nonsense." McGoth said something Hermione didn't understand.

"And where are you, Guardian?" Hermione, who thought McGoth was talking nonsense, asked rhetorically.

"Your nemesis." McGoth smiled and said something strange to Hermione.

"What about us?" Harry asked, waving his and Ron's masks.

"Super Mario?" Looking at the round, red-masked McGoss, he replied uncertainly.

"By the way, how did you choose the red mask?"

"It's very conspicuous, it can attract the attention of strangers, in case you meet the wizard that Hagrid said."

……

The sign of the pig's head bar looked tattered, as if a gust of wind could blow it off, and there was a line of human heads hanging outside the door, and they could be seen shouting loud ridicule and invective, and a severed pig's head was painted on the door.

"Are we sure we want to go in?" Hermione regretted her decision a little, she didn't want to be a good place to be.

"It's all here, let's go in and have a look." Resentful of not being able to handle the three broomsticks, Ron walked through the crowd and pushed open the door.

"Don't worry, since the school allows us to come to Hogsmeade, is there a ban on entering the pig's head bar, it means that it is safe here, it just doesn't look comfortable." McGoth comforted and followed Ron into the bar. Harry followed, and Hermione stamped her foot and followed.

The environment inside is much worse than that of the three brooms, not to mention the more noisy environment and the pungent smell, and the dirty dirt on the floor alone is a disincentive for those who love cleanliness.

But since they had already come in, wouldn't it be a shame to go out again, even though they didn't know who they were.

"Boss, four glasses of butterbeer." McGoth stepped forward, walked to the bar, and said to a tall, thin old man with a long gray beard and hair.

The old man was just talking to a wizard in a spider mask next to him, when he heard Magos's words, he rudely took out four dirty quilts and poured four glasses of butterbeer.

"Ten silver coxies."

"So expensive?" Ron was dumbfounded.

"Love to drink, not to drink." The old man didn't look angry, as if he was even angrier than the cheated Magos.

Ron was about to speak when Harry stopped him and whispered a few words to him.

"Let's go to the table." Magos looked around, and it was almost all filled now, except for a table with only one person.

Harry, they each took their own beers and walked over to the table and sat down.

The wizard sitting at the table drinking beer had a disheveled hair and tattered magic robes, looking scruffy. For the McGoth people sitting next to him, he watched them motionless vigilantly.

Seeing this, Harry opened his mouth to explain, and the sloppy wizard slowly lowered his head, but McGoth could tell from the look in his mask that the other party had not let his guard down against them.

Harry lowered his head and drank his beer, he always felt that the wizard's eyes in front of him were somewhat familiar, but soon he shook his head again, thinking that he was thinking too much, and the bar owner he had just seen felt a little familiar.