Chapter 1129 ? The Pig's Head Bar

A battered wooden signboard hung from a rusty bracket over the door, depicting a severed head of a wild boar, blood seeping through the white cloth it was wrapped in - magically looking fresh of.

Mr. Clearwater was terrified. In Muggle society, he had only seen such a place in American horror movies, and the college students who went in probably wouldn't live long. Just watching Xenophilius walk in familiarly, and even Lun, who is powerful in the family, followed naturally and did not show any strangeness. He sighed secretly, and could only follow reluctantly, trying to control his body not to Come across the curtains and tables and chairs of this bar.

Inside, the small, dark room smelled of dust and alcoholic vomit that never seemed to go away, and the bay windows were thick with grime, barely letting in light from outside, and rough. Some candle stubs were burning on a wooden table.

The store didn't look too busy today, there weren't many customers other than them, and there were only a few customers in the bar who covered their faces and were talking in low voices.

Xenophilius took them to the dilapidated and dirty bar with sawdust scattered. They sat on several chairs so high that their feet could hardly reach the ground, and when they were seated, Mr. Clearwater noticed that the boss was a grumpy-looking old man, tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard. He had a vague feeling that he had met him somewhere before.

It wasn't until Xenophilius called the other party's name, Aberforth Dumbledore, that Mr. Clearwater realized that the old wizard with a straight nose in front of him was the Aberforth Dumbledore who even knew him as a Muggle. Relative of Si Dumbledore.

Aberforth didn't have the smile that any store owner should have on his face, and he didn't ask them to order, and he directly pushed some food that the bar had prepared earlier on the bar counter.

A large loaf of uncut bread, slices of cheese, and a jug of mead.

"I've been selling German beer and now it's embargoed, I haven't found a substitute yet!" the bar owner muttered angrily, his wispy gray hair and beard making it harder to see him when he was close Aberforth wore glasses, behind the dirty lenses, a pair of blue eyes were bright and sharp, "Is your Ministry of Magic just causing trouble?"

Xenophilius seemed a little happy when he heard that: "Then you can just try my suggestion to make a new flavor of beer with Gordigan!"

"Come on, it's better to just sell the juice made from more flavored beans." Aberforth said angrily, and then glanced at Mr. Clearwater, "Your new friend doesn't seem to be I like coming here."

"Uh...sorry, I'm just not feeling well today." Mr. Clearwater was a little blue, and he had just noticed that when Aberforth was pushing the food, he had long hair with plaster nails. With his fingers stuck in the cheese, he forced himself to look away from the greasy fingers of the shop owner, and then looked at the oily wine glass, and immediately lost interest in these foods.

"Then you just use mead to suppress it." Lun had already taken a sip for himself, "Aberforth, the embargo can't be solved temporarily, but if necessary, we can provide you with a venue in the business district as a new venue." Hotel location, price guarantee is very good…”

"Forget it, I can't manage it here. There are too many people in the commercial area, and the business will be too easy..." Aberforth shook his head and stopped talking about it.

Mr. Clearwater looked at Lun in surprise. He now fully understands the power and wealth of the Harris family in the magical world. He thought that wizards from such a family would definitely be less adapted to this environment and would be more sensitive to the dining environment. Pay attention, but he saw the naturalness on Lun's face, thinking of the raw materials when Penello made the potion in the new home, such weird things as long-horned toad urine and worm eggs, Ke Mr. Rivat felt that he understood that these wizards had never eaten any dirty things, and these foods were nothing more normal than those medicinal materials.

Mr. Clearwater quietly pressed his abdomen. He thought he had no magic, and his delicate stomach had not experienced this kind of training except that he drank a lot of elixir. In order to hide his expression, he looked down at the ground , but it made him even more disgusted-at first glance, he thought the ground was compacted mud, but now he looked carefully and found that the dirt that had been accumulated for centuries on the ground that was originally paved with stones.

"My house's snoring horn exploded when I was moving, and my room was severely damaged... But this also aroused my passion. I have to find some time, and I'm going to Sweden on vacation..." Chenofi Liu Si has already taken off his hat and put it aside, he is not interested in food at all, he gestured and said: "Bless my daughter's hair, I hope I can find a live one this time. Fewer and fewer…”

Lun picked up a piece of cheese and threw it into his mouth. He had long since given up on correcting the so-called curved snoring horn in the other party's house. corner facts.

Xenophilius just talked about his horned snorkel and other weird things, and didn't care that Len and Aberforth ignored him and talked about the embargo.

"Mr. Lovegood, although I don't have the horn of the blown up...curved horn...the horned snorkel, but my wife and I went on a trip to the United States last year, and my wife Letizia bought some There are a few Indian handicrafts, among which I remember a pair of bighorn sheep horns...the curved arc is very beautiful, as a thank you gift for inviting me to drink, if you don't mind, you can temporarily replace it until you find that beast." Mr. Clearwater Seeing Lovegood talking to himself and being ignored, he couldn't help feeling pity.

"Huh? My horned snoring horn was blown up before, but it repaired itself." Mr. Lovegood's expression was a little dazed, but he was still very happy to hear that he was going to give him some horns. "Then I Just trade your horned snorers for yours! I haven't seen a bighorn sheep yet, and I hear Hermione's pets like to eat them!"

Before Mr. Clearwater had time to wave his hand at Lovegood who was about to send him dangerous explosives, the proprietor of the Pig's Head Bar suddenly changed the mead bottle he was going to refill them to point at his own. His mouth was full, as if he had been shaken, he took out a photo with glossy black edges, and looked at the photo with a different tenderness from the past, his cloudy eyes seemed to be moist.

Noticing the increasingly weird atmosphere here and the disturbing appetizers in front of him, Clearwater's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he took out a large handful of white tablets wrapped in plastic from his pocket: "Guys , would you like some? The milk flakes I took out of my wife's bag this morning."

Lun and Xenophilius picked up one after hearing the words, tore off the plastic film and stuffed it into their mouths. Seeing that Aberforth was depressed, Xenophilius threw it away enthusiastically, "Aberforth , you also come to try this new food."

"They still bring food..." Aberforth left the photo with some cloudy and moist eyes, and looked at the tablets, but he still squeezed out a piece viciously and took it into his mouth.

But immediately, this dry feeling made Mr. Clearwater startled. He realized that this taste was not the taste of the delicious milk flakes he had eaten before, and he even felt like he was chewing paper. Several people tasted it carefully, but he didn't have the nerve to spit it out. He thought it might be the strange flavored beans in the magic world. They looked the same, but each tasted different. He was lucky last time, but this time he was unlucky— —He thought he would never understand what these wizards liked.

In fact, after Lun chewed it twice, he also frowned. He found that this thing couldn't be chewed at all, and he began to wonder in his heart that all Muggle candies tasted like this? Not to mention sweet, the astringent taste really makes people want to vomit. Just out of respect for Mr. Clearwater, thinking of his praise for this kind of candy just now, Lun was really embarrassed to spit it out, but he also felt that it was difficult to swallow for the time being, so he could only hold it in his mouth to see if it would work What has changed.

Aberforth, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, didn't show any surprise. He thought that Muggles have no magic, and it's normal for these candies to be spoiled. He took a look at his mead and drank it directly. After downing the whole chewable candy, my mind was already on the photo in my hand.

Only Lovegood didn't seem to feel uncomfortable, he smacked his mouth from time to time as if he wanted to taste something different from it.

At this time, the curtain of the Pig's Head Bar was lifted again, and Penello entered the bar. As soon as the tall and beautiful female Auror entered the bar, the dirty bar seemed to become brighter. She said coldly Looking around, many wizards around looked at her and turned their heads away. These fringe people who like here are somewhat unclean, so the wizard who recognized the identity of this witch hastily threw the wine money on the table just left.