Chapter 540 The Unexpected Person

"I said, when did the Pig's Head Bar start to get so good?"

As far as the Pig's Head Bar is concerned, it's still as dilapidated as ever. The creaking wooden door in front of me was even broken by half of the customers coming in and out, and the other half was still sticking to its post, shaking back and forth, groaning miserably.

Harry and the others stared at everything in front of them in astonishment, and were immediately dumbfounded.

"I probably understand why," Maca said with a grin. "Well, the attracting effect of beautiful women is really beyond imagination. It seems that the salary that Aberforth gave was not in vain!"

"What salary?" Ron asked curiously.

"I don't need to explain this to you, just go in and have a look." Maca pointed to the inside of the door, motioning for everyone to squeeze in and say hello, "Let's go! Everyone is here, you can't Turn around and go? I think there should be a room upstairs."

Why do you say that you know it just by looking at it? When Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped into the bar one by one, they immediately heard a clear and sweet female voice passing through the crowd of customers and reaching their ears.

Charlotte was a famous beauty at Hogwarts back then, and many people knew her. In addition, she is still working as a professor's assistant. Although she may not be seen often in class, there are still quite a few people who are familiar with her.

"Miss Werther?" Hermione asked in surprise. "How did she end up working as a bartender here?"

"Come to earn some pocket money," Maka replied, "In fact, I introduced her here at the beginning-although she is also paid as a professor's assistant, and it doesn't cost money for board and lodging at the school, but that salary is right. Sometimes it’s not enough for her.”

"That's hard work!" Hermione nodded.

"Yeah! Life is not easy," Maca waved his hand, "Come on! Go and say hello, and go upstairs to rest for a while."

After Dumbledore's funeral, there were basically not many outsiders who came to Hogsmeade to settle down. The reason why this place is so crowded now is entirely because of the male students who came here upon hearing the news—especially the senior students.

Therefore, at that time, Charlotte had to find reasons to refuse others to stay, but now there are few people coming to stay.

"Hi, senior sister!" When Maca used this old address, he couldn't help feeling a little nostalgia in his heart, "Good morning! Where's Aberforth? Then the old man will let you greet guests here alone. ? Where did he hide himself?"

"Ah! Isn't this Maca?" Charlotte poked her head inside the bar, looked at Maca squeezed in from outside and said happily, "You still call me senior sister? It used to sound weird, but You'll get used to it after listening to it a few times...but you're a professor now, how dare I let you call me that!"

"No one else calls it that way, so it's more unique when I call it! Otherwise, how can I attract the attention of you, a big beauty?"

Since the first entrance dinner, he and Charlotte have been talking very casually. Now that I think about it, this surprisingly pure friendship is really very rare.

Luna, who was pushing along with him, heard about it, but somehow grabbed his robe, which surprised Maca for a while. What's the matter, has this little girl finally understood how to declare her sovereignty?

Before Maca had a moment of fun, Luna leaned close to him and whispered, "Maka, I saw him, he's right there!"

"What? Who did you see?" Maca suddenly asked suspiciously, thinking that this girl was not jealous, which is really a pity.

Anyway, he'd be surprised if this girl with long pale blond hair knew what taste was!

Following Luna's gaze, she glanced into the door behind Charlotte, but found nothing. It's so dark in there that I can't see anything clearly. God knows what Luna saw?

"I'll take Harry and the others to sit for a while," Maca said to Charlotte. "Keep busy! If Aberforth pays you too little, remember to tell me,

I'll help you find him and ask for more! "

It's not that he doesn't want to continue chatting with Charlotte, but it's really not a good time to chat. Not to mention anything else, at least his presence here now has already caused many Hogwarts students to start whispering. No way, he, Maca McLean, can be regarded as an idol and a powerful star now.

"Well, the boss is behind!"

Charlotte also knew that this was not a place for small talk, so she said it bluntly. She didn't say it clearly, because the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar is actually a stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix, so it's always good if people don't notice it. And she didn't need to say it, Maca understood it all too well.

"Okay, let's talk at school when we have a chance later!" Maca nodded, and then led Luna back out of the crowd, letting Harry and the others who followed him also come forward to say hello.

There are too many people in front of the bar, and they have to line up to say something casually. The charm of Charlotte, a big beauty, can be seen.

After waiting for Harry, Ron, and Hermione to say a few words to Charlotte, Maca led them out of the Pig's Head Bar again, and led them around to the The back door of the bar.

This is a small alley, as you can tell from the dust and sundries in the alley, there must not be many people walking from here.

After Maka waved his hand towards the inconspicuous wooden door, with a flash of light, a big goat's head pattern suddenly appeared on the bare door leaf.

"Ahem..." He coughed dryly at the goat's head, and then read meaningfully, "They say goat's horns, it's better to bend them!"

Before the words were finished, two dim lights flashed across the eyes of the goat pattern, and the door opened.

"Goat's horns?" Ron was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

On the day of Dumbledore's funeral, although he and Harry had come out of this bar, everything here was almost familiar yet unfamiliar. As for Dumbledore's younger brother, they haven't even had the chance to get to know him.

"It's just a code, don't worry about it." Maca shook his head, "It's the bar owner's personal interest... On this point, you'd better not ask too much."

After finishing speaking, he told the four of them to follow quickly, and walked in first.

This back door is located in the utility room at the end of the bar. As soon as you walk in, everyone can smell a musty smell, and it is quite strong. The smell irritated everyone's nasal cavity, making everyone want to sneeze a few times.

"Go faster, I don't want to be choked by this smell!" Maca pinched his nose, urging his friends to quickly pass through the oak barrel racks, and pushed away the opposite side of the utility room in a short while another door.

"Ah-choo! Ah-choo—"

After all, some people couldn't help it anymore, and sneezed several times in a row, while Maca looked angrily at Aberforth who was sitting at the table flipping through a book, and rubbed his nose vigorously.

"I think you should take some time to clean that utility room! Can't you smell the smell there?" He complained to Aberforth who turned his head.

"Hmph, I don't think that's necessary," Aberforth said nonchalantly, "I never go there myself anyway, if you can't stand it, you can help me clean it up - I don't need anything inside."

"You still want me to be your free labor? Good idea!" Maca glared at him unceremoniously, then turned his gaze to the other side, "Since when did you have house elves here?"

"He was starving to death. I fed him and he cleaned the bar for me." Aberforth explained succinctly, and his eyes had already turned to Harry, "I called a lot that day. Someone came to my rowdy kid in the bar? Well...there are a few of you who were also there that day..."

"Uh... hello, sir!"

Harry knew that the beefy old man with the white beard was obviously talking about the fact that the R.A. had come here for a meeting before it was formally established. It's just that I didn't expect that the bar owner's memory is quite good, and he recognized him at a glance.

Maca didn't bother the exchange of feelings between the destined acquaintances, his attention was already attracted by the house elf standing by the table. Not to mention whether he could distinguish the appearance of the elf, at least the layers of socks on the elf's feet were enough to show his identity.

"That's him," said Luna, "I saw him just now at the door."

"Who?" Hermione asked.

She is very interested in house elves, and her idea of ​​changing the living environment of these little guys has not diminished.

"She probably said that this is the sock thief you met at the Fengya wizard clothing store." Maca looked at the house-elf and explained casually.

At first, the house-elf stared at Maca and the others with equal curiosity. But when Maca uttered these words, his big head shook like a rattle, and the pair of big ears kept shaking as he shook his head violently, which looked very funny.

"Dobby didn't steal the socks, Dobby paid for it!"

After hearing this familiar self-proclaim, Harry was stunned for a moment, and a vague memory that had long since faded away with time slowly surfaced in his mind.

"Dobby?" he murmured.

"Oh——Harry Potter, it's really Harry Potter!" At the beginning, Harry stood at the back, but obviously, he was not as tall as Aberforth, so until He didn't realize its existence until Harry opened his mouth, "Dobby has seen the respected Mr. Harry Potter again!"

Maca looked at the elf, a look of surprise flashed across his face. He didn't expect that Dobby, the little elf who hadn't appeared in the second year for no reason, would appear in front of everyone again at this time.

"Could it be..." He frowned slightly, "Something happened to the Malfoy family?"