In this way, all developments become reasonable.

Matthew Wakefield grimaced a dejected expression and shook his head.

After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Rosmerta, he left the two broomsticks bar...... Then, he walked in the direction of the Hog's Head Bar again.

It's getting late, and it's getting dark.

On Hogsmeade Boulevard, the cold wind swished...... On this midsummer night, it suddenly made people feel a little chill in their hearts.

Matthew quickened his pace, bypassed the post office on Central Avenue, and turned into a side road—

As he got closer and closer to the small pub that belonged to Aberforth Dumbledore, he suddenly had a bad feeling!

"What's going on?"

He thought to himself that something was not quite right in the atmosphere......

Looking at the severed and bloody pig's head on the sign, Matthew's uneasiness became even more serious.

This sixth sense, in many times of crisis, can be activated to the extreme,

Hard-headed, he stepped forward.

Then he knocked lightly on the door of the pig's head bar......

......

There was no response, as if there was no one in the room in front of him.

Except for the occasional hearing of some

Matthew blinked slightly, and tapped harder again.

"Is Mr. Percival there?" he asked in a loud voice.

After waiting for about a minute, the door to the bar opened.

Matthew saw the grumpy old man again...... Tall, thin build, long hair and beard are grayish-white......

But what was even more obvious was his face, which was densely covered with more than a dozen scars, and it looked like his entire face had been disfigured...... If a timid person sees it, they may be directly frightened and faint.

The old man glanced down at Matthew, but his expression looked slightly lost when he saw that it was a boy who was knocking on the door.

"What do you want?" asked the other man in a low voice.

"I want a butterbeer, sir......" Matthew replied, clearing his throat, "if you can, you'd better add more honey......"

"You sit down first," the old man nodded, "if there is anything to say directly......

With that, he turned to the stove and began to prepare the butterbeer.

Matthew squinted at the strange old man in the corner...... To be honest, the other party's body looks a little weird everywhere!

He didn't have much contact with Aberforth Dumbledore (Mr. Percival), probably only two in total...... But Matthew still knows something about the other party's character.

Aberforth Dumbledore was a vicious-looking man, though in reality he was gentle...... No matter who he faces, he usually shows a fierce and vicious appearance, and his attitude is very cold and rude.

And the old man in front of him, although he looked exactly the same as when I saw him a few times before...... But his face was far from the fierce and indifferent expression that Matthew remembered. Although he seems to be trying to show that look, the gap between the costume and the reality is still very large.

Not to mention, Aberforth should have known himself! As Professor Slughorn said, the presence of himself and the book should have played a very important, if not significant, role in their plans......

I insist on "exercising" every day these days, in addition to giving people a "habit", there are also ingredients to do for Aberforth...... In this way, Matthew tried to let Aberforth know that he had been haunting Hogsmeade and that he was prepared......

But as he entered the pig's head bar, the eccentric waitress did not receive him warmly and cautiously as Matthew had expected, but instead seemed to keep a certain distance from Matthew......

It's so weird!

It's completely out of line with Aberforth's character!

At the same time, Matthew took a look around his surroundings.

Soon, he discovered a very important flaw.

The floor was cleaner than expected...... The floor of the Pig's Head Bar is known to be extremely dirty, and sometimes at first glance, you think the floor is compacted mud, but when you step on it, you find that the original stone floor has accumulated dirt for centuries.

And now, although it still looks dirty, it is not as dirty as I imagined, at least the stains on the floor and windows are not as terrible as I remember!

It's as if someone had done it again with magic before.

So—

Problematic!

There must be a problem!

......

Matthew's first thought was to quickly find a reason to leave this place of right and wrong.

However, this idea was quickly dispelled by him.

If you leave at this time, you are simply showing your "weak heart" to the other party...... It's just a pit yourself!

He just sat there quietly.

Until a steaming glass of butterbeer was brought over by "Mr. Percival".

That terrible smell almost made people vomit!

It's hard to imagine that an old man who has been a bartender for fifty or sixty years could make such an unpalatable thing.

This further validates Matthew's previous judgment. It is over there.

Matthew didn't hide his disgust.

While rinsing his mouth quickly, while wondering if to leave under this excuse-

Suddenly, all I heard was a loud bang.

Then, the door of the pig's head bar was slammed open.

Four dark shadows burst into the bar and aimed their wands at Matthew Wakefield, who was sitting in the guest seat. Including "Mr. Percival", who also aimed at Matthew and raised his wand.

Matthew was almost terrified......

He hurriedly held his head and shrank there, while shouting, "Who are you?" and "What are you going to do?"

In fact, this question does not need to be asked at all......

From the outfits of these people, you can judge their identity-

The "saints" who swore allegiance to Grindelwald!

Matthew's face was extremely harmful......

Of course, in the bottom of his heart, he was actually very scared.

In addition-

This means ...... This secret stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix may have been exposed.

And the real Aberforth Dumbledore may also be uncertain......

The only connection between himself seems to have been cut off like this!

However, there was no time for Matthew to think about it again.

Because the four (or five if you count the fake Mr. Percival, all of them have already come up with a way) have rushed over—

"What the hell are you doing!" cried one of the saints, "why are you here?"

"I ...... I was just...... Have a drink...... Butterbeer is just ......," Matthew Wakefield replied, stammering.