Chapter 110 Pig's Head Bar

Chapter 110 Pig's Head Bar

The time soon came to the end of October. After Friday's class ended, Stewart and others were already extremely excited, chattering and repeating what they were going to do in Hogsmeade tomorrow.

Such behavior aroused the unanimous contempt of the senior seniors headed by Roger, although they did not perform better than Stewart and others when they were going to Hogsmeade for the first time.

Perhaps even more exaggerated.

It was rare that Ike was not immersed in studying. Instead, he sat next to Terry and chatted with each other.Having not participated in this kind of activity for a long time, he was a little unaccustomed to it. Even Stewart and others were surprised, but they just made a few jokes and stopped.

This is a friend. Maybe you have been away for a long time, but when you come back, you will still feel the same as before.

On Saturday morning, after breakfast, the little wizards walked out of the school in small groups.As soon as he arrived at the foyer, he saw Filch holding a long roll of parchment and carefully checking everyone who was about to go out.

"Don't try to fool me!" Filch said viciously with his habitual annoying attitude, "No one can escape my eyes!"

Everyone was used to Filch talking like this, so they just chose to ignore it and walked out still talking and laughing.

Ike followed Stuart and others with a smile on his face and a gray cloth bag on his body. He was no different from other young wizards who were ready to spend a lot of money in Hogsmeade.

Of course, this cloth bag was cast with the Traceless Stretching Charm. It contained a lot of potions that Ike brewed when he was trying to reach the potion level, as well as some alchemical gadgets. The number was far more than what this bag was supposed to carry. .

When it comes to sales, it’s normal to have enough stock.

Not far after leaving the castle, Ike saw the familiar Thestral carriage.This time they will send the little wizards directly outside Hogsmeade village. Not far past the school gate, the carriage stopped just after passing the place where they get off every year.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw rows of well-proportioned houses. Some of them were smoking, while others looked a little shabby, but they were not offensive, but had a unique beauty.Under the sun, it looks like a picture.

Walking along the road, the most attractive thing is the shops on both sides. Honeydukes, Zuko's Joke Shop, and the Three Broomsticks Bar. Many shops that have been talked about in recent days appear in front of us, which makes this group of people feel happy for the first time. The little wizards who came to Hogsmeade couldn't control themselves at all.

"Let's go! Go to Honeydukes!" Stewart pulled Terry up, "Didn't you see they all passed by?"

Smiling as they watched the two of them dash towards Honeydukes, Anthony and Michael shrugged and followed closely.

Ike waved his hand and said goodbye to the four of them, then walked slowly on the road, casually looking at the scenery of the village.

Hogsmeade is not big. After a while, Ike walked around in a circle and found today's destination - the location of the Pig's Head Bar.

This is a pub with a glorious history. In 1612, the goblins used it as a headquarters for their rebellion.Perhaps it is for this reason that even though it may be the worst house in Hogsmeade, it is still preserved.

Turning into the path next to the Owl Post Office, Ike quietly put on his hood, moved his fingers slightly, and a simple concealment magic fell on his face.

This was a little trick that Comrade Gao Laofu had learned back then, but it was very practical. It was a magic used by wizards to hide their identities. You couldn't learn this at Hogwarts.

13-year-old Ike has grown taller and is even taller than when he first started school. He is now nearly 1 meters tall. After covering up, it is impossible to tell from his appearance that he is just a third-grade wizard.

Ignoring the ugly sign on the tattered wooden door, Ike reached out and pushed open the door and walked in.

The bar was quiet and a little dark, and it exuded a very pungent smell, like mutton, or all kinds of rotten things mixed together, which made Ike feel a little dizzy.

There was only a tall, thin old man leaning against the bar. His hair and beard were white and dirty, as if he hadn't taken care of them for a long time, which fit surprisingly well with this dirty bar.

"Butterbeer." Ike walked straight to the bar and sat down, his voice changed by magic being a little hoarse.

"One galleons." The old man glanced at it, then skillfully took out a dirty cup and placed it next to a rotten wooden barrel. He took a full cup of butterbeer and pushed it over.

"Take your things, sit down in that seat, and wait!" The old man said in an aggressive tone, pointing to a seat in the corner of the bar.

Ike obeyed and walked over with the butterbeer. As soon as he sat down, he heard the old man say again: "Be smart and don't take anything until you see Galleon!"

"Also, the silencing spell is a good idea!"

"Rookie..."

Ike didn't say anything and sat motionless on his seat. He just took a sip from time to time and waited quietly.

After a while, three people opened the door and walked in.After a quick glance, they were three middle-aged wizards who did not hide their identities but did not recognize them.Naturally, he sat down at the seat near the bar and started chatting quietly.

After a while, there were gradually more people in the bar, but they were only seven or eight.Except for those three, the rest were not together. They were scattered in the bar, making the small room seem a bit crowded.

People came and went, but no one came to Ike's side. Some even glanced this way, but most of them just ignored him.Ren didn't come over until a whole glass of butterbeer was finished.

This is a witch wearing a thick black gauze covering her feet. She smells bad of smoke.

"what do you have?"

The witch spoke, and it was obvious that it had been treated with magic.

"Potions and alchemical items."

Ike was concise and to the point.

"what do you want?"

"Garon."

The witch smiled softly, which was very harsh. Ike frowned, and with a move of his fingers, the silencing spell and the blurring spell were cast on the two of them.

This silent spellcasting obviously calmed the witch. After all, no one who could do this was a fuel-efficient lamp, and even the sitting posture became more serious.

"I need to see what you have to sell."

"Where's Galleon?"

At the right time, the witch took out a Gringotts-style money bag and placed it on the table. She opened the bag to reveal that it was filled with galleons.Ike moved his fingers again and got a very satisfactory number before taking something out of the bag.

"Well... Vitality Tonic, Antidote, Universal Healing Potion..." The witch accurately named each potion, "Yes, and polyjuice potion?"

Ike ignored it and continued to take out bottle after bottle. He didn't stop until the entire table could no longer fit.

"How many are there in total?"

"78 bottle."

"Okay, 300 Galleons."

"Not enough." Ike shook his head.

The witch was silent for a moment and then said: "I need to see your alchemy items."

After hearing this, Ike took out all the dozen alchemy items. The witch was silent again, and took out another money bag after a long while.

"350 galleons, the value of alchemy items is not high, and these are not rare things." He pointed to the cloth bag, "And this, I want it too."

"360 Galleons." Ike revealed a number.

"make a deal."

The witch nodded happily and took some Galleons from the pocket she took out from her back to collect the payment.Ike took the money bag with one hand, checked that the number was correct, and then handed the bag over.

One by one, she put the things on the table back into the cloth bag, and then the witch stretched out a hand: "Happy cooperation."

Ike glanced at the black-gloved hand and ignored it.

"I still have a batch of potions after Christmas."

"Okay, I'll be there on time."

Nodding, Ike removed the magic, stood up and walked outside.

The other people in the bar seemed to be used to it, and no one even looked over.The old man at the bar glanced at the witch, then showed contempt, but didn't say anything.