Chapter 1129? Pig Head Bar
A tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door, with a severed wild boar's head drawn on it. The blood stains penetrated the white cloth wrapping it - under the influence of magic, the pig's head looked quite fresh. of.
Mr. Crevat was very frightened. In Muggle society, he had only seen places like this in American horror movies, and most of the college students who entered would not survive long. Just seeing Xenophilius walking in with familiarity, even Lunn, who was very powerful in the family, followed naturally without showing any signs of strangeness. He sighed secretly and could only follow in reluctantly, trying his best to control his body. I came across the curtains, tables and chairs of this bar.
This small, dark room exudes a smell of dust and drunkard's vomit that never seems to dissipate. Thick dirt accumulates on the several bay windows, and the light from the outside can hardly penetrate. The rough There were some candles burning on the wooden table.
The store didn't look too busy today. Apart from them, there weren't many customers. There were only a few customers in the bar who were covering their faces and talking in low voices.
Xenophilius took them to the dilapidated and dirty bar with sawdust strewn with ease. They sat on several chairs that were so high that their feet could not even reach the ground. After they sat down, Mr. Crevat discovered that the boss was an old man who looked eccentric. He was tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard. He vaguely felt like he had met him somewhere.
It wasn't until Xenophilius called out the other person's name, Aberforth Dumbledore, that Mr. Crevat realized that the old wizard with a straight nose in front of him was the Aberforth Dumbledore, whom even he, a Muggle, knew. Dumbledore's relative.
Aberforth didn't have the smile that any shop owner should have on his face, and he didn't let them order food. He just put some food that had been prepared by the bar early and pushed it over to the bar.
A hunk of uncut bread, a few slices of cheese, and a pitcher 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. The strands of gray wire-like hair and beard made it harder to see him clearly when you got closer to him. Aberforth was wearing glasses. Behind the dirty lenses, his blue eyes were bright and sharp. "Is your Ministry of Magic just causing trouble and not doing anything?"
Xenophilius seemed a little happy when he heard this: "Then you can try my suggestion and use Gordigan to make a new flavor of beer!"
"Come on, it's better to just sell the juice squeezed from BBQ beans." Aberforth retorted angrily, then glanced at Mr. Crevat, "Your new friend doesn't look good. Like to come to my place."
"Uh... I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little unwell today." Mr. Crevat's face turned a little blue. He just noticed that when Aberforth was pushing food over, he had long plaster nails. With his fingers stuck in the cheese, he forced himself to look away from the shop owner's greasy fingers and looked at the greasy wine glass. He immediately lost interest in the food.
"Then you can use mead to press it." Lunn had already poured himself a sip, "Aberforth, the embargo cannot be solved temporarily, but if necessary, we can provide you with a venue in the business district as a New hotel venue with guaranteed great prices…”
"Forget it, I can't even manage it here. If there are too many people in the business district, business will be too much..." Aberforth shook his head and stopped talking.
Mr. Crevat looked at Lunn with some surprise. He now fully understood the power and wealth of the Harris family in the magical world. He thought that wizards from such a family would definitely be less adaptable to this environment and would be more particular about the dining environment. , but he saw the natural look on Lunn’s face, and thought of seeing the raw materials used by Penello when making potions in his new home, such as long-horned toad urine, worm eggs and other strange things, Kerry Mr. Watt felt that he understood that these wizards had never eaten anything dirty, and these foods were completely normal compared to those medicinal materials.
Mr. Crevat's hand quietly pressed on his abdomen. He thought that he had no magic, and his delicate intestines had not experienced this kind of training except drinking too much elixir. In order to hide his expression, he lowered his head and looked at the ground. , but it made him even more nauseous - at first glance, he thought the ground was compacted mud, but now he looked carefully and found that centuries of dirt had accumulated on the ground that was originally paved with stones.
"My Snorlax Horn exploded when I was moving, and my room suffered heavy losses... But this also aroused my passion. I have to find some time, and I want to take a vacation to visit Sweden..." Xenofiliu Si had already taken off his hat and put it aside. His interest was not in the food at all. He gestured and said: "Bless my daughter's hair. I hope I can find a live one this time. The content of "The Quibbler" has been contradictory recently. Less and less…”
Lunn picked up a piece of cheese and threw it into his mouth. He had long given up on correcting the fact that the so-called curved snorkel horn in his house was actually the horn he used to transform into the poisonous horn of the magical Animagus. corner facts.
Xenophilius just kept talking about his horned snorkel and other weird things, and didn't care that Lunn and Aberforth ignored him and talked about the embargo.
"Mr. Lovegood, although I don't have the bombed... horn... horn of the Snorlax, my wife and I went to the United States for a trip last year. My wife Letizia bought it. There are many Indian handicrafts, among which I remember a pair of bighorn sheep horns...the curves are 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 the beast." Mr. Crevat Seeing that Lovegood was talking to himself and no one was paying attention, he couldn't help but feel a little pity.
"Huh? My Snorlax horn exploded 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 a horn, "Then I Just trade the Snorlax horn for yours! I haven't seen a bighorn sheep yet, and I hear Hermione's pets like to eat them!"
Before Mr. Crevat had time to wave his hand to Lovegood, who was about to send him dangerous explosives, the owner of the Hog's Head Bar suddenly pointed the mead bottle he was about to refill their glasses at himself. It filled his mouth. As if he had been shocked, he took out a photo with dark and shiny edges. He held it in his big hands and looked at the photo with tenderness that was different from the past. His cloudy eyes seemed to be moist.
Noticing the increasingly weird atmosphere here and the disturbing snacks in front of him, Crevat's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out a large handful of plastic-wrapped white tablets from his pocket: "Guys , Do you want some? I took the milk tablets from my wife’s bag this morning.”
After hearing this, Lunn and Xenophilius picked up one, tore off the plastic film and stuffed it into their mouths. Seeing that Aberforth was in a low mood, Xenophilius threw a piece over enthusiastically, "Aberforth , you should also try this new food.”
"He even brought outside food..." Aberforth's somewhat cloudy and moist eyes left the photo and looked at the tablets, but he still squeezed out one piece and put it in his mouth.
But then, this dry feeling made Mr. Crevat startled. He realized that the taste was not at all like the delicious milk tablets he had eaten before. It even felt like chewing paper. He secretly looked across the way. Several people were tasting it carefully, but he was too embarrassed to spit it out. He thought it might be similar to the strange-flavored beans in the magic world. They looked the same, but each taste was different. He was lucky last time, but this time he was unlucky— —He thought he would never understand the preferences of these wizards. UU reading www.uukanshu． net
In fact, after Lunn chewed it twice, he also frowned. He found that this thing was not chewable at all, and he began to doubt in his heart that Muggle candies all taste like this. Not to mention sweet, the astringent taste really makes people want to vomit. Just out of respect for Mr. Crevat, the thought of his praise for this candy made Lun really embarrassed to spit it out, but he also found it difficult to swallow for the time being, so he could only hold it in his mouth to see if there would be any change. .
Aberforth, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, did not show any surprise. He believed that Muggles did not have magic and it was normal for these candies to be unpalatable. He looked at his mead and drank it directly. I swallowed the whole candy that I couldn't chew, and my mind was already focused 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.
At this time, the door curtain of the Pig 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 coldly said After looking around, many wizards around her turned their heads away when they came into contact with her. These fringe people who liked this place had something not so clean about them, so after recognizing the identity of the witch, the wizard hurriedly threw the drink money on the table. Just left.
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