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The cat's waist burrowed into the secret passage under the willow roots, and slid down a dirt slope, which was a very low tunnel, and Roger could only hunch over and walk around in it.

At the end of the winding tunnel is a messy, dusty house. The wallpaper had fallen off the walls, the floors were stained everywhere, the pieces of furniture were broken, as if they had been broken, and the windows were nailed with wooden boards.

Roger emerged from the cave and looked around. Everything in the room was covered in a thick layer of dust, and it looked like no one had lived in a long time, but a door on the right was open to a dark passageway.

After all, the Scream Shed is a well-known haunted house in the UK, and it would be strange if someone lived in it.

Going around to the door, the gate was also nailed by wooden planks, and Roger kicked open the broken door and got out of the broken house, not only that, but there was also a fence around the house to prevent anyone from entering by mistake.

This group of wizards is not afraid of ghosts, but afraid of ghosts, which is also funny enough.

By the time Roger walked into the village, the streets were bustling with people, and the students had already arrived in the carriages provided by Hogwarts.

Roger didn't wander around, and went straight to the pig's head bar in the small alley.

As a representative store with a dirty and messy environment, even if there are so many students during the holidays, the Pig's Head Bar still has three or two kittens, and few people come to patronize it.

And the only few are still wearing hoods and veils, and it is impossible to see who is who.

Sitting down at the bar, he didn't say anything, just picked up an empty glass and put it on the table, and the bar owner walked out of the back room.

He glanced at Roger, obviously still impressed, and directly opened a bottle of flame whiskey and poured a glass for the boy.

Roger drank it all and motioned for the boss to have another drink.

No one had to speak, just drank the whole bottle of spirits directly after glass.

Signaling the boss to fill the cup one last time, the bar owner put the empty bottle on the bar counter and said irritably: "In that case, why don't you just ask for a bottle!"

"Isn't this someone pouring the wine? If I want a bottle, I'll have to do it myself. Roger said with a grin to the old man, who was no longer a small man.

The boss angrily took a dirty bottle of flame whiskey from under the bar, rudely threw it in front of the boy, and turned around to go into the back room.

"Don't go, it looks like you don't have anything to do, let's talk?"

"Invite me to drink in my shop?" the bar owner stopped and turned back to his contemptuous Yiraku, "You have a lot of money, you have nowhere to spend it, right... I set the price of this wine. ”

"It's just a chat, and you don't suffer..."Roger smiled, not annoyed at all: "Come, sit together..."

The old man stared at Roger for a long time, as if trying to see through him from the inside out, before slowly walking back to the back of the bar.

He really didn't have much to do anyway, so let's talk to this strange student.

"Anyway, the name of your bar is 'Pig's Head', but why is there a smell of sheep in it, and the taste of the pig's intestine should fit the theme. Roger spoke first.

"I'm willing!" the old man was really grumpy, and said directly.

"Then let's talk about something else..."Roger smiled and immediately began to change the subject, "I heard that you are the younger brother of Headmaster Dumbledore, right?"

"How do you know?" the bar owner's eyes immediately narrowed.

It would be enough to say that the adults knew, but according to his understanding, it was impossible for his brother to tell him to the students.

Roger poured himself a glass of wine: "This is still for others to tell, except that there are fewer folds on his face... The rest of the place, the two of you are pretty much a mold. ”

Aberforth subconsciously touched his old face, 'a mold'?

Then he snorted coldly, but did not speak.

"I heard that you two don't have a good relationship, is it true?" Roger leaned over and asked, ignoring Aberforth's face, "You also broke his nose?"

"Are you here looking for death...... Aberforth grabbed Roger's second bottle of wine from the bar, and looked like he would just stick to his face if he didn't shut up.

"It's rare for people who are more than 100 years old to be so impulsive. Roger smiled and didn't move: "Otherwise, there are rumors outside that the owner of the lard bar is a weirdo... Still want to fight a kid who's not as old as you?"

Seeing that he didn't frighten him, Aberforth put down the wine bottle, and the anger on his face disappeared, even if he had an impulsive personality, but he was more than a hundred years old, so a few words didn't make him really angry, especially if he was talking to a 'child'.

"Keep the money for the wine, get out of my shop, I won't sell your wine today." The old man capped the second bottle and placed it on the cabinet behind him, which had no door.

When Roger heard this, he was happy. I thought he had drunk too much and was talking nonsense.

"Worry about it..."The boy said with a smile, drew his wand and flicked it, and half a bottle of wine flew back to the bar: "I'm not here to drink today, I'm here to tell you news......

Aberforth frowned when he saw Roger's move, and said with an unhappy face: "You are not old enough to drink, I have already sold you a bottle of flame whiskey, don't take an inch!"

Roger waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, listen to me......" You can't take care of this stubble.

Then the boy took the wine and flipped through the bar, reached out and scooped up a few more bottles, and walked directly through the door behind the counter: "There are some things that are not appropriate to say outside, let's talk in the room." ”

Looking at this posture, those who don't know think that he is the owner of this bar.

Behind the door is a wooden staircase, and after climbing up is the living room, which is covered with a sturdy carpet and above the small fireplace hangs a huge oil painting of a blonde girl staring blankly at the room.

Roger sat on the wooden chair across from the fireplace with a large pile of booze in his arms.

"Sit down, some wine?" he said to Aberforth, who was close behind.

Aberforth was really angry, and drew his wand and waved: "Spirits are flying!"

The wine bottle in the boy's arms flew to the wine cabinet in the living room.

"It's not hospitality... It's so stingy. Roger looked at the old man who didn't leave him a bottle and said unceremoniously.

Aberforth is about to be by him, this is really not to treat himself as an outsider!