The noise of the pig's head bar, the explosion of the incantation, and the screaming and fleeing guests almost shook half of Hogsmeade.

Many surrounding merchants, some guests from the village, and even many Hogwarts students all watched curiously.

"What happened, Mr. Percival?" asked Mr. Rosmerta, the owner of the Two Broomsticks Bar, as he walked through the crowd, with some curiosity.

"That damn Tom is a thief!" Mr. Percival snarled at the door of his bar, "and he stole 100 Galleons from me...... Damn, after I exposed it, with that money, he fled right under my nose......"

The surrounding merchants looked at each other, and they and Mr. Percival had been neighbors for decades...... Although no one liked this short-tempered, uncommunicative Mr. Percival......

But they all had to admit that the elderly pig-headed bar hostess wasn't a bad guy...... He is not capable of doing the kind of thing that frames people for no reason.

What's more, Tom, the new waiter, who has the face of a thief, has been in Hogsmeade for more than half a year, and often sneakily doesn't know what he's doing...... No one had a good opinion of him.

Several neighbors hurriedly spoke comfortingly, so that Mr. Percival did not have to be sad, after all, the loss was not great......

Mr. Rosmerta, on the other hand, persuaded Mr. Percival to write a letter to the Ministry of Magic to try to recover the loss.

"I don't trust those Ministries of Magic!" said Mr. Percival angrily, "I remember twenty years ago, one of my goats was stolen, and when I reported it to the Ministry, they insisted that I had lost it......"

As he spoke, he hung a "Temporarily Closed" sign on the door and slammed the door shut.

The spectators were helpless about it.

None of the victims were willing to inform the Ministry of Magic, and they were reluctant to say anything.

They just smiled and chatted about it before they dispersed.

......

The witch who had just attacked Tom Gaunt had suddenly turned into a cat and was now back in the form of a witch.

She wore an emerald green robe, a pair of square eyes, and her jet-black hair was tied into a tight bun, and her expression looked serious.

"Is it all right, Aberforth?" she asked softly.

"No problem at all, don't worry, Minerva," replied Mr. Percival, "after all, I have been here for more than sixty years, and I still have some prestige...... What about the boy?"

His voice sounded a little urgent.

"In that 'Tom' room," replied the witch, "it should be all right...... Aberforth, you have to be careful, that 'Tom' is very good, I didn't hurt him much...... And if it hadn't been for the sneak attack, neither of us might have been his opponents...... If he comes back and tries to get revenge......"

"A coward," Mr. Percival sneered, "he thought I hadn't discovered his true colors, but on the first day he came to Hogsmeade, I realized that he had another purpose, so I 'took him in'...... Believe me, he won't dare to go back to Hogsmeade, because he's so afraid of Grindelwald that he'll think we're Grindelwald's, so he won't have the courage to come back......"

"It's better to be careful. The witch whispered.

She walked over to the window of the pig's head bar and opened half of the window.

"I'll go first, Aberforth, I have more important things!" said the witch.

"Well, be careful!"

Then, the witch's body began to slowly shrink, and finally turned into a cat...... Then, at lightning speed, she left the pig's head bar.

......

Mr. Percival walked in the direction of the basement.

Tom Gaunt's room was a messy affair with quirky knick-knacks, and in a dirty corner, a comatose boy was lying.

Mr. Percival bent down, picked up the boy, and led him to the drawing-room—

Mr. Percival frowned slightly as he glanced at the messy surroundings from the previous battle.

He waved his wand lightly...... One by one, the tables and chairs jumped back to their original positions and returned to their original shape in mid-air, and the oil lamps flew to the small table by the wall and were lit again. Broken, torn, and open areas throughout the room were restored to their original state.

Everything suddenly returned to its previous state.

Then he pointed his wand at the unconscious boy:

"Enervate!"

The boy's brow furrowed slightly, and he woke up.

......

Matthew Wakefield looked at his surroundings in amazement.

If memory serves, before he fell unconscious, he was in a secret passage between Screaming Shack and Hogwarts...... Tom Riddle had already caught himself......

But now, he seemed to be in a cramped, dirty little bar that was centuries old.

There was a thick layer of dirt all around, a strange smell in the air, and some candles lit on the rough wooden table. Almost everything here is dirty, from the floor to the roof, and even the bottles of butterbeer have a thick layer of dust.

That's right, it's the Hog's Head Bar!

Matthew looked up and saw a hideous, distorted face...... The old man's face was covered with almost a dozen scars, as if the whole person had been disfigured.

Matthew quickly recognized him as the hostess at the Hog's Head Bar, Mr. Percival!

"Mr. Percival......" Matthew struggled and got up from the ground.

"Why am I here?" he asked, confused.

"I'm weird too...... Why did you faint at the door of my bar for some reason!" The old man with a hideous face said with a fierce expression, "If it weren't for the fear of being gossiped, I wouldn't have let you in!"

"I fainted in front of the pig's head bar......" Matthew was stunned, before he could react to what was going on.

"Yes, it's been a long time for me to delay my business......" The old man glared at Matthew coldly, "You're awake now, aren't you...... Fast...... Get out of here!"

"I ......" Matthew was still in a state of bewilderment, so Mr. "Mr. Percival" forcibly pulled him and rushed out.

But instead of going through the main entrance, they came to the back door of the Hog's Head Bar.

Mr. Percival shoved Matthew out and slammed the door shut.

Matthew stood there confused.

At one point, he began to suspect that he had only experienced a dream.