"What are you doing?" said the old man, with a hideous face, glaring at the boy at the door, and said a little viciously.

Matthew was almost taken aback, and he stammered in reply:

"Sir...... I've heard...... You are here...... There's a butterbeer?"

The disfigured old man examined Matthew for a while, and continued for ten seconds—

"Come in!" he said coldly, and opened the door to the hut.

Matthew Wakefield can finally take a hard look inside the Hog's Head Bar.

It was a small, dark, very dirty room.

A few bay windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt, and the frost on the glass made it almost impossible to see through the light outside, as if the curtains had been drawn, barely lit by a few candles lit on the rough wooden table.

The ground was even more dirty, and at first glance, I thought it was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I realized that the original stone floor had accumulated dirt for centuries.

There is no doubt that this bar is not a decent place.

"What are you looking at?" the old man asked coldly, looking at Matthew with some suspicion.

"I just listened to Professor Bathilda Al Basshat...... Your pub was the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion in 1612......" Matthew said slowly.

As he spoke, he "unintentionally" glanced at the old man's eyes.

Unfortunately, when he mentioned the name Bathilda Basshat, the old man's expression did not fluctuate in any way, and his eyes were not blue.

"That was centuries ago!" said the old man disdainfully, "what do you need, Butterbeer or Flame Whiskey?"

"Butterbeer bar!" said Matthew.

The old man turned to leave, and Matthew began to look around curiously.

......

There is no doubt that this bar is full of people of all religions.

There are not many guests, only three or five, and the environment is relatively quiet.

A witch with a thick black scarf hanging down to her feet, a wizard with a thick cloak that almost covered his head, in short, did not look like a serious person.

Matthew looked at the disfigured old man's back and thought to himself—

In the original book, the male waiter at the pig's head bar is the younger brother of Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth. He's also been in this bar, gathering intel for his brother.

So, how could this disfigured old man be Aberforth Dumbledley?

After all, his appearance and characteristics are completely different from the Aberforth in his memory.

Just as Matthew was thinking, the waitress was already holding a slow butterbeer and walked over.

Butterbeer isn't really a beer, it's a drink made with cream, butter and brown sugar, which is why it's so popular with Hogwarts students.

"Sir. When the waitress placed the butterbeer heavily in front of Matthew, Matthew asked softly, "I don't know what to call it?"

"Percival!" said the hostess coldly.

This is not an uncommon surname. Percival is one of the most famous Knights of the Round Table in the "Legend of Arthur", known as the Three Knights of the Holy Grail along with Galahad and Bose, and is very famous in Wales and even the whole of England.

Matthew frowned slightly, and then he continued, "I wonder how long you've been in charge of this bar?"

This time, though, Matthew didn't get a reply.

The hostess, who had a hideous face, suddenly looked at Matthew coldly and asked viciously:

"Are you interrogating me, boy?"

......" Matthew quickly defended: "I'm just a little interested in the history of your bar......"

It's just that the waitress has quickly pulled out his wand and aimed it at Matthew:

"Say, who sent you?"

The strange-looking wizards and wizards around were still drinking their butterbeer or flame whiskey, as if they hadn't seen the conflict.

"No, no! I'm just ...... A Hogwarts ...... First-graders ......"

Just as Matthew stammered an explanation-

"Matthew!"

The door to the pig's head bar was pushed open, and a familiar voice was heard.

......

It was Horace Slughorn, a bald old man as fat as a walrus, standing outside the door with a smile on his face.

He glanced at the dirty floor with some disgust, and then walked in.

"Why are you here?" Professor Slughorn asked in a loud voice.

The hostess, who had been vicious just a moment ago, had unconsciously put away his wand.

"I ...... I've only heard that this pub was once the headquarters of the 1612 Goblin Rebellion. Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained.

"Oh, well!" Slughorn grabbed Matthew's hand, and he said a little wittily, "The records in the history books are often a little different from reality. ”

"Yes, sir!" Matthew nodded.

"Let's go, this kind of place is not for us!" he shook his head at Matthew, "Thanks to me just now I was outside the window and saw your ......"

Matthew was forcibly pulled off the table by Slughorn.

"A glass of butterbeer, three sicos!" the waitress said in a gruff voice.

Matthew was just about to put money into his pocket, but Slughorn had already taken out a few silver coins and placed them on the dirty table.

"Let's get out of here!" he urged.

Matthew had no choice but to follow Professor Slughorn and quickly leave the pig's head bar.

......

Once again, we came to the bustling central avenue.

"Professor. Matthew hurriedly asked, "You just said that the pig's head bar is not the place we should be?"

"Of course!" Slughorn explained, "that kind of place is not the place for a serious person to go, and a little creature like you, if I hadn't just passed by, and I wouldn't know what was going on......

“...... If you want to drink some butterbeer, I recommend going for two brooms, both in terms of environment and taste, it is much better!"

Slughorn said enthusiastically, "Let's go for a drink?"

"Absolutely, Professor. Matthew nodded.

......

And Matthew was following Slughorn, just after leaving the Hog's Head Bar.

The witch, who was wrapped in a thick black scarf that hung down to her feet, also hurriedly paid the bill and walked out.

Then he quietly followed, the old and the young in front.