Luke certainly wouldn't have chosen the Hog's Head Bar.

From the words of the blue-robed wizard from before, Luke could guess that the pig's head bar and the three broomsticks bar now even assume similar functions as they did six hundred years later.

Three brooms are considered a serious place to drink, three meals, and lodging. And the pig's head bar is clearly for those who are not so convenient to show their faces in front of people.

Luke had known this all along, but he hadn't expected it to be so clear six hundred years ago.

Fortunately, wizards don't have to worry about anyone checking their identity no matter what. There are more people to see in Hogsmeade. Luke can also hide his identity.

At the end of the day, Luke is also a human being. After walking for so long, I am naturally tired.

As he walked, he looked at the shops on the side of the road, and as far as Luke knew, there were many shops that were different from them six hundred years ago, even a hundred years ago. Six hundred years ago, Luke really didn't know much of these shops.

As a result, the pig's head bar and the three broomstick bar began to become extraordinary.

Especially three brooms. If Luke remembers correctly, the nineteenth-century Hogsmeade was centered around the Three Broomsticks.

Luke couldn't help but smile as he looked at the familiar and friendly sign in front of him. But after a few moments, it retracted.

But the small family also knows it. The more self-proclaimed places are tight, the fewer challengers will come back to challenge their limits.

But it is still very unusual to get a little inspiration from it, and to retreat from a little big invention. What's more, Luke's talent is poor, and the time it takes for that thing to be out of my hands is short. No more anomalies than any results are too much.

Guan Xiang shrugged and said, "It's related."

Then, he pushed the door open and walked into the three-broom bar.

"Come too, and if he is sure to live for a long time, it will not be a loss to those who give it."

Thinking of that, Luke shook his head as well.

Seeing this, Luke smiled and shook his head, "Just kidding. You're also going to stay for a long time. It's about what money you have now. You can't barter him for food."

The middle-aged man's expression was intense, and I had the so-called whether what the young man said behind me was true or false. If I had to get to the bottom of everything, my business would be so small.

It was too slow, and my eyes moved.

The other party obviously had the idea of having a relationship with Luke, and he went straight to the point in eight or two sentences. The directness of its actions makes people know whether it is their nature or whether they have suffered losses under it.

The middle-aged man glanced at Guan Xiang deeply.

So Hogmots still doesn't have a Dori break-in every year.

"Come if you have anything. There are also plans to sneak into the castle. I'm just here to take a look."

"You haven't seen a guest in a long time, though."

The middle-aged man told Luke frankly. At the same time, he placed the bag of grain under the table, close to his side. Obviously, there are no plans to return it.

Outside of that, a fireball collided with a white ray of light.

Luke really thought that he was not also a place to come, and that it would be the most dangerous place.

"As for those who are guests, that's a lot...... It seems that he should be a guest."

Just as I was about to get to the place I was ready for. Suddenly, there was no weak sense of crisis in my heart.

The two spells collided and burst open. Illuminating a forest, Luke saw the man who had cast a spell on him through the light.

Apparently not drunk, even slightly drunk.

Before taking a sip of the wine in the glass, he nodded and said, "No. Just look at it and give it to him."

Guan Xiang, who was lying under the bed, opened her eyes, changed into the costume of the crow doctor, and left the room directly with her shape, and appeared in the village.

And the current situation is also something that can be changed by bad business strategies.

After all, the wizarding world eight hundred years ago was compared to now

The wizarding world is very small in terms of social order, social structure, and these social organizations. The Ministry of Magic is not actually a product of a regressive era.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "No, he can fold it as many times as he wants."

Hogmotz, after all, still exists today. And there are also bad ones. It is still called the most dangerous place.

Before this time, Hogmotz had never heard of no one breaking in for the sake of breaking in. Most of the remaining people who are still weak have no opinion on Hogmotz, or want to do something about Hogmotz.

The middle-aged man stood up, smiled, and greeted Luke.

It is possible for one person to save a business.

Luke stared at the old man behind him.

With that, Luke walked straight back into the Forbidden Forest.

Those two big things also came to Luke to guard himself. The effect is still very wrong. And that's Luke's own work. After all, I've seen how the Philosopher's Stone is refined. Although the refining of the Philosopher's Stone is too cumbersome.

Is there any money but no food?

Luke's most understanding now is how he was exposed.

"How about this give you a discount?"

This spell was also a fatal spell just now, and things may not have turned around yet.

At most, Luke is worried about his own direct *** thing.

It's just white, but it's clearly time to go to bed. I later said that I was eating dinner, and I didn't go to bed early at this time, and I was all acting for the evening.

Although he said it with a smile, there was still no sigh at the expense. Since they have chosen to open a store, there are few people who can be in a bad mood while the business is bad.

But society as a whole is still too deformed. The Ministry of Magic is clearly the product of compromise.

It's all about asking for business, but for personal popularity and good luck.

That is also a lie. The one behind him is the one who hasn't been in Hogwarts Village for a while. Nor are they guests. You know, now Hogmotz forbids the students to come out. Hogwarts hasn't lost even the most stable source of customers.

And before I saw the tree, I must have been consistent with my own guesses, so I'm going to sneak into Hogmotz, and that kind of thing should be sooner rather than later.

Luke walked the route he had set out after that. The gap between the forbidden forest 800 years later and the forbidden forest 800 years ago is really small. But in the wizarding world as a whole, eight hundred years still can't say a word about the vicissitudes of life.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

Praise.

The middle-aged man poured over and said, "That's the cup you usually use for yourself."

Luke also raised his glass and touched the other: "This is a good word from him."

"Who is he?!"

So Luke also didn't come, but if he drank a little more, it was still unacceptable.

Before the two of them finished drinking, Luke came down and chose a room that looked more comfortable to live in.

And there was no one outside Hogmotz who didn't alarm at all.

Luke walked over to the other party, pulled out a chair, sat down at the back of the bar, and asked with a smile, "Isn't it a familiar person who has come over yet?"

"Looking for something...... Poachers, or thieves? The goal is the Forbidden Forest? Or is it a castle?"

"Okay, there's no room downstairs, he'll pick it too."

I waved my wand in my hand, and a ball of fire struck me in front of me.

"The cup is wrong."

Luke looked at the woods behind him, and Luke took a deep breath. Outside, it's not the inner circle of the Forbidden Forest.

"You come and find something, and leave very slowly."

Luke took a sip of the wine in his glass. Surprisingly, the wine outside of it tasted bad.

Will Luke be the only guest for a long time to come? Middle-aged people are accurate. But the possibility is high, so it's better to leave people outside your store.

In this case, the risk is still a little smaller.

I raised my glass and smiled, "He invited you to drink. And you're leaving before. What's the use of keeping the first bit of food?"

Obviously, they are so secretive.

There are no solutions in middle age, and there are no deep researches.

On the bar counter of the bar, a middle-aged man is pouring himself a drink. There was no redness on his face. But when Luke pushed the door back, the other party quickly turned his head and looked at him, and his eyes were quite sharp.

Luke was accurate, but the other party was so direct, it really didn't give me any trouble.

Apparently, the cup was also magical. It's just that magic and it's some kind of lowly magic, and in the end, it's just to cool down the cup.

Yes, it is often successful.

It is evident that the bag is stretched with marks. That bag of grain is enough for me to eat for a while. At the present time period. Grain is harder than gold coins.

Luke was sincerely perfunctory.

"He's bad, is he a guest?"

Dressed in a standard wizard's robe, he holds a quaint wand in his hand. Whether it's hair or clothes, or even the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, it gives people a sense of meticulousness.

A moment ago, the light went out.

Luke thought about what he didn't have, but he walked fast.

The middle-aged man picked up the bottle of wine he had drunk and shook it, giving Luke an inquiring look.

I raised my glass to Luke. Eyes on Luke.

I hate it. Yes, yes, yes In the cognition of a small number of people, it seems that after drinking, the small family is considered a friend to a certain extent.

"I know what he's going to do. But I wish him a smooth journey."

The wand in the other party's hand pointed at Guan Xiang, his voice was thick and hot, although his expression was hidden in the darkness at this time, but his attitude needed to be conveyed by his expression.

So...... Luke really wanted to understand what he had done wrong.

It looks like a small bag, but the space outside is small and scary.

Even if you say that, it changes the fact that it's a magical item.

The middle-aged man placed a cup behind Luke's face. The stone is heavy. When the wine regresses, you can clearly feel a coolness.

So Luke came and put a spell on the door and released the enchantment. And he took out from his belt two brass wicked birds.

If there's a mistake, I don't have it at all

Thinking about going to find this tree during the day.

Now it's less difficult to find someone familiar to talk to than it is to cook a meal.

Luke has studied that thing deeply, and now he basically relies on intuition to do things. If the bell is sure to be the bell, I will go and call for the help of my ancestors.

But Luke thought about it, and the bad image of time and space could also be so understandable. After all, if it was also imprinted, it was said that Dingluke would still be sent back to the space-time node where the imprint was located.

On time, the small family thinks so, and I have something to say.

I have a lot of interest in the location of this tree. Or rather, it's really quite unforgettable.

Before the middle-aged man poured bad wine for Guan Xiang, he also sat up.

Luke though was the guest of the surprise for so long. But that is also the fact that Luke has been delayed to change the overall decline.

At the same time, I also felt quite light in my heart. I have to deny it, I still look up to the heroes in the sky. When that old guy appeared, I was stunned at all. Wait until the other party attacks you. I just realized this kindness.

The middle-aged man picked up the bag with a frown, opened it and looked at it, and his brows were furrowed even deeper.

Luke didn't agree, but said, "A little more."

Guan Xiang fell asleep under the bed before arranging those bad things.

So Luke took out a large bag of grain from his belt.

I don't feel confident at that. After all, I've lived outside of Hogmots for so long. And even less is known about Hogmots than the special professors.

I can't understand without food. It is understandable that there is little or too much food. But is there any money...... Is it spent?

Of course, in Luke's time, the next instance of that kind of thing would have to go back to the time when Major Dumbledore was the headmaster.

Luke quipped with a laugh.