Directly above Hogsmeade, an eagle was hovering and soaring.

But soon after Peter entered the place called the pig's head bar, the eagle began to fall.

It's just that an eagle suddenly landing in the wizard's village will inevitably attract the attention of some well-intentioned people.

So, the eagle's body began to change as it fell—the feathers on its head expanded outwards and looked fluffier, and in an instant, the eagle had become another bird of prey that sent messages to wizards: the owl.

A modest owl landed directly on the shelf in front of the bar, its round eyes scanning the bar.

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A tattered wooden sign hangs from a rusty stand on the door, and it depicts a severed pig's head, oozing blood — that's the hallmark of the bar.

Hog's Head Bar!

Quickly looking away from the sign, Connor stared at the gray window.

The Hog's Head Bar obviously had no other means of magic, and this angle allowed him to get a full view of the interior.

There, the owl meets the guy Peter is disguised as a polyjuice potion.

At first, Connor thought he was looking for someone here, but soon he realized that he was wrong.

The guy just spun around and put his suitcase on the table from time to time, as if he was selling something to the guests there.

With that anxious look, there is really a feeling of being a thief and wanting to get rid of the things in his hand in time.

It's just that, after a round down, those who are willing to drink in places like the pig's head bar ignore him.

Even though there are three high-ranking figures in the wizarding world here, they are obviously unwilling to take over the 'goods' in Peter's hands.

After all, it's a dragon egg.

It may seem attractive, but under the control of the Ministry of Magic, who can really raise a dragon?

And after seeing that the people around him all refused, Peter found the old man who had been wiping an oil cup at the bar.

His face looked somewhat similar to that of Headmaster Dumbledore, but his hair and breath were more messy, and his beard was a little knotted, and he looked like an old goat from afar.

Peter said something to him, but was equally rejected.

Eventually, Peter just left.

At the Hog's Head Bar, he just drank a glass of butterbeer without anything else.

However, his purpose seems to have been achieved.

Although Connor was unable to hear the specific conversation in the bar due to the distance, Peter's actions could not have been easier.

He didn't really want to get rid of the dragon egg in his hand, but to release the news in this regard.

And in that regard, there's no better place than the Hog's Head Bar.

The owner of the place seems to have no regard for the outside world, and as long as he doesn't make trouble in his slightly dirty bar, he doesn't care about anything else.

In Connor's vague memory, he remembered the only waitress at the bar...... Or maybe the boss seems to have something to do with Headmaster Dumbledore.

The resemblance reminded him of these details.

It was as if a long-lost tingling sensation stimulated his mind and consciousness, and a name came to his mind.

Aberforth Dumbledore, if nothing else, is probably the right name.

And when he thought of this, Connor's mood couldn't help but become even more strange.

If the cleanest part of Hogsmeade is under the control of Headmaster Dumbledore, then if nothing else, there should be a corresponding arrangement on the Hogwarts side.

Immediately after, a huge body came into the owl's eyes.

It was a giant who was three and a half meters tall, and just standing there exuded a daunting sense of oppression.

Hogwarts Hunting Ground Warden: Rubeus Hagrid.

Standing up like a hill, he squeezed directly into the seemingly rotten door of the pig's head bar, and didn't even close the door.

Coupled with Hagrid's loud voice, Connor really heard the conversation clearly this time:

"Hey! Professor Dumbledore said there was something he needed here! ”

"Albus, that guy will look for things for me all day long, I've said it several times, and he's not welcome here at all!"

Wiping the wine glass in his hand viciously, Aberforth replied coldly.

Although he was right, he pulled out a small bag from under the bar.

From a distance, it looks a little dirty.

"Give it this, that's what it wants."

"Really? That's it? ”

Looking at the small bag in his palm, Hagrid couldn't help but show a strange expression.

"I always think that it should be a very important thing to ......"

Hagrid was clearly not the kind of person who could keep his mind to himself, and a single muttering betrayed his doubts and other thoughts.

It's just that Aberforth doesn't care about any of that.

After handing over the pouch, he continued to wipe down his own cup, which seemed to never be wiped clean.

Just when Hagrid was suspicious, he spoke slowly:

"By the way, someone was circling the bar before, and it seemed that he wanted to make a dragon egg...... He seems to be going to the United States, but the dragon egg can't be brought over, I don't know if you're interested? ”

"I ......"

After hearing the news, Hagrid's originally dark eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Dragon eggs?"

"Yes, look at that pattern, it should be a Norwegian spinback dragon."

"Dragon...... It's still a dragon egg! ”

Apparently thinking of something, Hagrid felt comfortable.

"What about the others, where is he now?"

"Because no one wanted to take over his dragon, he left."

Aberforth said calmly.

In an instant, Hagrid's big face showed a childlike look of loss.

"It's gone."

"But he said he'd come back tomorrow."

"Okay, well, I'll come back tomorrow!"

Without further inquiry, Hagrid put away the dirty-looking bag and left the pig's head bar.

Whether it was intentional or coincidental, Connor actually preferred the former.

Hagrid had come by coincidence, and the news of the dragon egg happened to fall into his ears, but looking at the giant, he didn't look like he knew the news in advance.

It can only be said that all this has been arranged properly.

And if nothing else, Headmaster Dumbledore had clearly arranged all of them.

Moreover, Dumbledore also cooperated unexpectedly.

For a moment, Connor's heart was only helpless.

Just do nothing and let it be, right?

But no matter what, today's should be over.

Straightening his feathers, Connor tried to fly away, but the old waitress walked to the door of the bar.

He didn't cast a spell, he just took a broom and gently swept the snow in front of the door.

"Seeing that you are still young, I remind you of one thing - owls do not have good eyesight during the day, and they will not keep staring at the window."

“……”

Am I being discovered?

"Alright, get out of here before I get angry, I don't want to see that tuft of red hair on your head."

“……”

What are you angry about??