I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Hermione led Ron and Harry to the door of a dirty bar.

A tattered wooden signboard hung from rusty brackets over the door, and above it hung a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that wrapped it.

The name of the Pig's Head, Ron Harry, has long been heard.

Their friend Hagrid really liked coming to this place.

Although it is not like the Three Broomsticks Bar, it has delicious butter beer, a clean and tidy environment, and a beautiful bar proprietress.

But it is because of its dirty and gloomy environment that there are many guys who hide their heads and show their faces here.

They all like to conduct some unclean, even illegal transactions here.

Hagrid once bought a dragon egg from the people in this bar when they were in first grade.

The owner of the Pig's Head Bar was a grumpy-looking old man. He was tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard.

But it was such a scruffy old man, every time Harry saw him, he felt strangely familiar.

It was a strange feeling, and Harry never delved into it.

And what Lynn recommended to them, what Hermione said, the object they should observe in this moral education class, is the owner of this bar.

When the three of Harry and the others walked into the bar, there were no customers in the living room on the first floor. It was still morning, and indeed no one would drink at this time.

And the owner of the Pig's Head, a slovenly old man, was wiping his glasses with a dirty rag in front of the bar.

"Today is not the weekend, and Hogwarts is not on holiday. Did you sneak out, you disobedient little fellows?"

"We are having a moral education class, sir." Hermione explained to him, "Professor Fox brought us out together. Today we can stay outside all day, but we must make an agreement with an adult wizard to observe him A day of life and work today, I will use this to write a thesis when I go back.”

Aberforth gently put down the cup in his hand, he looked at Harry and the others standing in front of the door and laughed.

"You mean you plan to ask me to be the object of observation today?"

Looking at the surrounding bar environment, Harry and Ron obviously had some opinions on Lynn and Hermione's choice.

They secretly shook their heads at Hermione from behind to signal her to leave, and found another normal wizard in the small town of Hogwarts to observe.

But at this time Hermione had already said with certainty.

"Yes, sir, we would like to invite you to be our observation object today."

Harry and Ron looked desperate, but then Aberforth's words brought joy to their faces.

"I don't want you to make trouble for me in my shop. What good does it do me to let you follow me and observe me? Get out of here quickly, don't stand at the door and disturb my business."

Aberforth chased them away, directly rejecting Hermione's proposal.

However, Hermione had expected this for a long time, and Lynn had already told her about the weirdness of the bad old man in the Pig's Head Bar.

Just when Harry and Ron turned to leave, Hermione didn't move, she stared at Aberforth and said.

"Someone asked me to tell your husband that he paid 50 Galleons to rent your tavern for a day two years ago, and the money hasn't been used up yet."

Hearing Hermione's words, the movements of Aberforth's hands stopped suddenly.

He looked up at Hermione with a frown, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"In this case, you can stay here. But I want to warn you, don't disturb my work, don't disturb my guests, and don't make any noise to me if you hear or see anything."

"Of course we can promise sir." Hermione agreed excitedly, while Harry and Ron sighed.

They managed to find a fairly clean seat in the lobby of the Hog's Head Bar.

Then I watched the sloppy old man wipe his glass all the time.

Harry whispered to Hermione's ear and asked.

"The person you just told him spent 50 Galleons to rent out his tavern for a day, could it be Lynn?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I don't know if it's Lynn, but Lynn did teach me to say this sentence."

Harry glanced at the surroundings of the bar again suspiciously. Whether it was the tables, chairs, benches or the bar counter in the window, they all looked dirty, as if they were covered with grease.

The only thing that was clean in the entire hall was the painting hanging on the wall. In the painting was a quiet girl with a peaceful smile on her face, watching them quietly.

He really didn't find anything different about this bar, and why did Lynn pay 50 Galleons to book this place for a whole day in the first place.

Until around nine o'clock in the morning, the first guest came to the bar.

It was a wizard wearing a black robe with his entire face hidden under the hood.

He asked the sloppy old man for a glass of whiskey at the bar, and then he didn't dislike the dirty wine glass, and sat at the table alone and drank it slowly.

From the sound of his voice, Harry could tell it was a wizard of some age.

The life of a bar owner seems very boring. One morning is spent serving all kinds of customers and selling alcohol, and then wiping the bar counter that can never be cleaned with a rag.

Harry and Ron couldn't stay still after sitting at the table for a while, and wandered around in the Pig's Head pub.

The closer it was to noon, the busier Aberforth became, and he didn't have time to stare at Harry and the three of them.

Just when Hermione bowed her head and recorded on the parchment, the bar owner's daily work.

Harry and Ron, who had been wandering around the hotel on the second floor of the bar, suddenly ran down in a hurry.

"What do you think we found, Hermione."

Harry whispered cautiously in Hermione's ear.

Before Hermione could reply, Ron couldn't help but continued.

"We saw the name of this boss! Guess what his name is?"

Harry followed up on what he had said.

"Aberforth Dumbledore! It's the same last name as Professor Dumbledore!"

Hermione was also a little surprised by what they found.

"Is this bar owner related to Professor Dumbledore?"

"But the two of them are not alike at all. This old man is sloppy and smells like sheep." Ron looked at the male waiter who was pouring wine for the guests with some disgust.

Harry said thoughtfully.

"Actually, it looks like this bar owner does look a bit like Professor Dumbledore."