It was fast approaching the end of October, and after Friday's lesson, Stewart and the others were already excited, repeating what they were going to do tomorrow when they went to Hogsmeade.

This behavior aroused the unanimous contempt of the senior seniors led by Roger, although they did not perform better than Stewart and the others when they first went to Hogsmeade.

Or maybe even more exaggerated.

Ike was not immersed in his studies, but sat next to Terry and said a word. I haven't participated in this kind of activity for a long time, and I am a little unaccustomed to it, and even Stuart and others are surprised, but they just make fun of it.

This is a friend, you may be gone for a long time, but when you come back, you will still feel the same as before.

On Saturday morning, after breakfast, the young wizards walked out of school in groups. As soon as he arrived at the foyer, he saw Filch holding a long roll of parchment, carefully checking everyone who was going out.

"Don't try to fool me!" Filch said viciously, with his habitually obnoxious attitude, "No one can escape my eyes!" ”

Everyone was used to Filch talking like this, so they chose to ignore it directly, and still walked out with a smile.

Ike followed behind Stewart and the others, smiling and wearing a gray cloth bag, no different from the other young wizards who were ready to spend a lot of money on Hogsmeade.

Of course, this cloth bag was cast with a traceless stretching charm, and it contained a lot of potions that Ike had brewed when he hit the potion level, as well as some alchemy gadgets, far more than the bag was supposed to carry.

It's normal to have enough goods for sales.

Not far from the castle, Ike saw the familiar Thestrals. This time they would send the young wizards directly outside the village of Hogsmeade, and not far through the school gates, the carriage stopped just past the place where they get off every year.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw rows of scattered houses, some of which were smoking, and some of which looked a little dilapidated, but they were not disgusting, but had a unique beauty. Under the sun, it's like a picture.

Walking along the road, the most attractive thing is the shops on both sides, Duke Honey, Jokowi's Joke Shop, Three Broomsticks Bar, many shops that have been on the lips in recent days, so that this group of young wizards who came to Hogsmeade for the first time can't hold it at all.

"Gone! Go to Duke Honey! Stuart pulled Terry up, "Didn't you see them all gone!" ”

Smiling as the two of them rushed towards Duke Honey, Anthony and Michael shrugged their shoulders and followed suit.

Ike waved goodbye to the four of them, and then walked slowly on the road, casually looking at the scenery of the village.

Hogsmeade is not big, and after a while Ike took a turn and found the location of today's destination - the pig's head bar.

It is a pub with a glorious history, and in 1612 the elves made it the headquarters of the rebellion. Perhaps that's why, even if it's probably the worst house in Hogsmeade, it's still preserved.

Turning in from the path next to the owl post office, Ike quietly put on his hood, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a simple disguise magic fell on his face.

This is still a trick that Comrade Fu learned at the beginning, but it is very practical, it is the magic used by wizards to hide their identities, and you can't learn this at Hogwarts.

The 13-year-old Ike has grown in size, even taller than when he first started, almost 1.8 meters, and after disguising himself, he can't tell that he is just a third-year wizard from his appearance.

Ignoring the ugly sign on the tattered wooden door, Ike reached out and pushed the door open and walked inside.

The bar was quiet, a little dark, and there was a very pungent smell, like mutton smell, and like all kinds of rotten things mixed together, which made Ike a little worried.

There was only a tall, thin old man leaning against the bar, his hair and beard were gray and dirty, as if he hadn't taken care of it in a long time, and it matched the filthy bar in a strange way.

"Butterbeer." Ike walked straight to the bar and sat down, his voice a little hoarse in a magically altered voice.

"One Galleon." The old man glanced at it, then skillfully took out a dirty cup and placed it next to a wooden barrel that looked like it was rotten, and took a full glass of butterbeer and pushed it over.

"Take your stuff and sit in that position and wait!" The old man's tone was impulsive, pointing to a spot in the far corner of the bar.

Ike obediently walked over with a butterbeer, and as soon as he sat down, he heard the old man say, "Be smart, and take something when you see Garon!" ”

"Also, the silencer spell is a good idea!"

"Rookie ......"

Ike didn't say anything, sat down in his seat and didn't move, just took a sip from time to time, and waited quietly.

After a while, three men pushed the door and walked in. At a glance, there are three middle-aged wizards who do not hide their identities and do not know. Naturally, he sat down in a seat near the bar and whispered.

After a while, there were more and more people in the bar, but there were only seven or eight. Except for the three of them, the rest were not together, and sitting in the bar made the small room seem a little crowded.

People came and went, but none of them came to Ike's side, and some of them glanced at this side, but more of them simply ignored it. It wasn't until a whole glass of butterbeer was drunk that Ren came.

It was a witch wearing a thick black scarf up to her feet, with a foul smell of smoke on her body.

"What do you have?"

The witch spoke, and it was obvious that it had been magically processed.

"Potions and alchemy items."

Ike was succinct.

"What do you want?"

"Garon."

The witch smiled softly, very harshly, and Ike frowned, and with a movement of his fingers, the silence charm and the blurring charm set them up.

This silent spell obviously suppressed the witch, after all, none of the people who could do this were fuel-efficient lamps, and even the sitting posture was serious.

"I need to see what you're selling."

"Where's Garon?"

The witch duly took out a Gringotts-style money bag and placed it on the table, opening the bag to reveal a full Galleon inside. Ike moved his fingers again, got a very satisfying number, and then took something out of his bag.

"Hmm...... Energizing tonic, antidote, universal healing potions......" The witch said exactly the name of each potion, "yes, and a polyjuice potion?" ”

Ike ignored it, and continued to take out bottle after bottle, until the whole table couldn't fit anymore.

"How many are there?"

"78 bottles."

"Yes, 300 Galleons."

"Not enough." Ike shook his head.

The witch was silent for a moment before she said, "I need to see your alchemy items." ”

When Ike heard this, he took out all the dozen or so alchemy items, and the witch was silent again before taking out another money bag.

"350 Galleons, the value of alchemy items is not high, and these are not unusual things." As he spoke, he pointed to the cloth bag, "And this, I want it too." ”

"360 Galleons." Ike burst out a number.

"Deal."

The witch nodded happily, and took some Galleons from her back pocket to make up the payment. Ike took the money bag in one hand, checked the correct amount, and handed the cloth bag over.

One by one, the things on the table were put back into the cloth bag, and the witch immediately held out a hand: "Happy cooperation." ”

Ike glanced at the black-gloved hand and ignored it.

"I still have a batch of potions after Christmas."

"Yes, I'll be there on time."

Nodding, Ike withdrew his spell and got up and walked outside.

The other people in the bar seemed to be used to it, and they didn't even look at it. The old man at the bar glanced at the witch, and then looked disdainful, but he didn't say anything.