A tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty stand on the door, and it depicted a severed boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that encased it—the pig's head looked fresh under the spell.

Mr. Kerrywatt was furious, and in Muggle society he had only seen such places in American horror movies, and most of the college students who went there did not live long. Just seeing Xenoflius walk in familiarly, even Lunn, who is strong in the family, naturally followed without showing any abnormality, he sighed secretly, and could only follow up with some reluctance, trying to control his body not to touch the door curtains and tables and chairs of this bar.

The small, dark room smelled of dust and drunkard vomit that never seemed to dissipate, a few bay windows were thick with dirt, the light from outside was barely visible, and some candles were lit on the rough wooden table.

The store didn't seem too busy today, there weren't many customers other than them, and there were only a few customers in the bar who were talking in whispers with their faces tightly covered.

Xenophilius led them to the tattered, dirty, sawdust-strewn bar. They sat down in a few chairs so tall that their feet could barely reach the floor, and when they had taken their seats, Mr. Clearwatt found that the boss was a strange-looking old man, tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard, and he had a vague feeling as if he had met him somewhere.

It wasn't until Xenophilius called out Aberforth Dumbledore that Mr. Crivat realized that the old wizard with a crooked nose in front of him was a relative of Albus Dumbledore, who even knew him as a Muggle.

Aberforth didn't have the smile that a shopkeeper should have, and he didn't let them order, just put some of the food that the bar had prepared in advance on the bar and pushed it over.

A chunk of uncut bread, a few slices of cheese and a jar of mead.

"I've been selling German beer and now it's embargoed, I haven't found a replacement!" muttered the barkeeper with a grunt, strands of tinsel gray hair and beard making it harder to see him when he got close to him, Aberforth wore glasses, behind dirty lenses, and a pair of bright, piercing blue eyes, "Do you Ministry of Magic do nothing?"

Xenoflius was a little happy when he heard this: "Then you can try my suggestion to make a new beer with Godigan!"

"Come on, it's better to sell ** than the juice squeezed from multi-flavored beans directly. Aberforth snorted angrily, then glanced at Mr. Crimeat, "Your new friend doesn't seem to like coming to me. ”

"Uh... Sorry, I'm just a little uncomfortable today. Mr. Kerriott's face turned a little blue, and he had just noticed that Aberforth was pushing the food, and his long fingers with plaster nails were inserted into the cheese, and he forced himself to look away from the shopkeeper's somewhat greasy fingers, and then at the oily glass, and at once he had no interest in the food.

"Then you just press it with mead. Lunn had already poured himself a sip, "Aberforth, the embargo can't be solved for the time being, but if necessary, we can provide you with a venue in the business district as a new hotel venue, and the price guarantee is very favorable..."

"Forget it, I can't manage it here, there are too many people in the business district, and business will be too good..."Aberforth shook his head and didn't say much about it.

Mr. Crivat looked at Lenn with some surprise, he now fully understood the Harris family's power and wealth in the wizarding world, he thought that this kind of wizard from this kind of family would definitely be more unsuitable for this kind of environment, and more particular about the dining environment, but the nature on Lunn's face he saw, thinking of the raw materials he saw when Penelope was boiling potions in the new house, what kind of long-horned toad urine, Worm eggs and other strange things, Mr. Krivat felt that he understood that these wizards had not eaten any dirty things, and that these foods were normal compared to those medicinal herbs.

Mr. Krivat's hand was quietly pressed against his abdomen, he thought that he had no magic, and that his delicate stomach had not undergone such training except for the elixir of life, and in order to hide his expression, he looked down at the ground, but it made him even more disgusted—at first glance, he thought it was compacted dirt, but now when he looked closely, he found that the ground that had been paved with stone for centuries had accumulated dirt.

"My family's Scimitar Snorer Horn blew up when I moved, and my room was devastated... But it also aroused my passion, I have to find a time, I want to take a vacation to Sweden to see..."Xenophilius had already taken off his hat and put it aside, not interested in food at all, he gestured and said: "My daughter's hair bless, I hope I can find a living one this time, recently the content of "Singing and Singing" has become less and less contradictory..."

Lunn picked up a slice of cheese and threw it in his mouth, he had long since given up correcting the fact that the other man's house was actually the horn of the Animagus Poisonhorn.

Xenophilius kept himself talking about his scimitar-horned snoring beast and other grotesque things, not paying attention to Lunn and Aberforth not talking to him about the embargo.

"Mr. Lovegood, I don't have the one that was blown up... Angle... The horns of scimitar-horned snorers, but last year my wife and I went on a trip to the United States, and my wife Letizia bought a lot of Indian crafts, among which I remember the horns of a pair of bighorn sheep... The curved arc is very beautiful, and as a thank you for inviting me to drink, if you don't dislike it, you can take your place for the time being until you find the beast. Mr. Kerriot felt some pity when he saw Lovegood talking to himself and no one cared for him.

"Hmm? My scimitar-horned snoring horn blew up before, but it repaired itself. Mr. Lovegood's expression was a little dazed, but he was still happy to hear what kind of horns were going to be given to him, "Then I'll trade the scimitar-horned snoring horns for you! I haven't seen bighorn sheep yet, and I've heard that Hermione's pets like to eat them!"

Before Mr. Crivat could wave his hand at Lovegood, who was about to give him dangerous explosives, the owner of the pig's head bar suddenly poured the bottle of mead that he was going to refill into his own mouth, and as if he was shocked, he took out a photograph with black and shiny edges, and looked at it with a large hand full of tenderness that was different from the past, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be moist.

Noticing the increasingly strange atmosphere and the disturbing appetizers in front of him, Kerryvat's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a large handful of plastic-wrapped white tablets from his pocket: "Guys, do you want some? The milk tablets I took from my wife's bag this morning." ”

Hearing this, Lunn and Xenophilius picked up one, tore off the plastic film and stuffed it into their mouths, Xenophilius saw that Aberforth was depressed, and enthusiastically threw a piece of the past, "Aberforth, you can also try this new food." ”

"There's food with you—" Aberforth left the picture with somewhat cloudy, moist eyes, and looked at the tablets, but still squeezed out a piece viciously and put it in his mouth.

But then, this dry feeling made Mr. Clearwatt stunned, he realized that the taste was not at all the delicious milk tablets he had eaten before, and even had a feeling of chewing paper, he secretly saw several people on the other side tasting carefully, and he was not embarrassed to spit it out, he thought that it might be the same strange beans in the wizarding world, the appearance is the same, but each taste is different, he was lucky last time, and this time he was more unlucky - he thought that he would never understand the preferences of these wizards.

In fact, after Lunn chewed it twice, he also frowned, and he found that this thing could not be chewed at all, and began to wonder if Muggle candy tasted like this? Not to mention sweet, the astringent taste really made people want to vomit. It was only out of respect for Mr. Kerriot that Lunn was embarrassed to spit out the thought of his praise for this candy just now, but he also felt that it was difficult to swallow for the time being, so he could only hold it in his mouth to see if anything would change.

Aberforth, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, didn't show any surprise, he thought that Muggles had no magic, and it was normal for these candies to be made unpalatable, he glanced at his mead, drank directly and swallowed the whole candies, and his mind was already on the photo in his hand.

Only Lovegood didn't seem to feel uncomfortable, and he smashed his mouth from time to time, as if trying to taste something different.

And at this time, the curtain of the pig's head bar was lifted again, Penelope entered the bar, as soon as the tall and beautiful female Auror entered the bar, this dirty bar seemed to become bright, she looked around coldly, and many wizards around her looked at her with their heads, these marginal people who like this place have some unclean places on their bodies, so the wizard who identified the identity of this witch hurriedly threw the wine money on the table and left.