I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

What Harry and the others discovered was just speculation.

It was noon now, and the bar was at its peak business hours, and there were quite a few customers. In addition, the male waiter didn't seem to have a friendly temper, so Harry and the others didn't bother to ask him. These were obviously personal privacy issues.

And as the number of guests in the bar gradually increased, Harry and the others also met their acquaintances in Hogwarts.

"Hi, Hagrid."

When Hagrid's tall figure appeared in front of the Pig's Head Bar, Ron recognized him immediately and waved to him.

Hagrid saw them too, and after ordering a large glass of wine from the barman, he walked over to the table where the three of Harry were sitting.

"Why are you here? I also met many Hogwarts students on the way. Today is obviously not the weekend?" Hagrid asked puzzled.

Hermione explained to him.

"It's Professor Fox. He took us out to take practical courses in moral education. In fact, we have been in class all day today."

Hagrid frowned and took a gulp of the beer in his glass.

"Even if you came out for class, the Pig's Head Bar is not a good place. There are good people and bad people here. It's hard to guarantee that no one will have any thoughts about you."

Harry said carelessly.

"Don't worry about us Hagrid, this is the place Lynn recommended to us, besides, don't you come here often."

"I'm different, I just have an acquaintance who invited me to play cards here." Hagrid muttered.

"Hogwarts has been very busy recently, and several principals and referees are having disagreements over how to proceed with the second project. Except for Dumbledore and the two directors of the Ministry of Magic, the other three principals are It is not agreed to continue the game in the Forbidden Forest."

Harry and the others were not worried about it at all.

"No matter where the game is played, Lynn will definitely be number one."

"I have no doubts about this. Besides, the killing of unicorns in the Forbidden Forest has not been resolved, and it is indeed unsafe there. Even Dumbledore does not approve of opening the Forbidden Forest to the outside world before the matter is thoroughly investigated. .”

Ron looked around cautiously, then lowered his head and whispered what they had just discovered to Hagrid.

"The owner of this bar is also named Dumbledore. Do you know his relationship with Professor Dumbledore?"

Hagrid's eyes widened.

"Also surnamed Dumbledore.? How do you know?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they said triumphantly.

"We saw a portrait in the innermost bedroom on the second floor. The portrait should be of the boss when he was young. The signature is Aberforth Dumbledore."

Although Hagrid was one of Dumbledore's most trusted people, Hagrid really didn't know if there were any relatives alive in his family.

He raised his head and stared carefully at the male waiter who was cleaning the bar.

After being reminded by Harry and the others, he really could see that this person was somewhat similar to Dumbledore.

"Don't tell anyone about this. There must be a reason for Dumbledore's family to hide their name and open a broken bar here." Hagrid told Harry and the others.

"Lynn must have known about it a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't let us choose this boss as an observation target." Harry said with a confident face.

They didn't go to the three broomsticks that Professor Fox said for lunch at the Pig's Head Pub. Instead, Hagrid treated them to a steak and pasta meal at the Pig's Head Pub.

The taste is not bad, but it is really weird.

Just when Hagrid's poker buddies arrived, he went to another table to play cards, while Harry and the others were sitting at the table drinking butterbeer boredly.

An unobtrusive man in black robe walked into the Pig's Head Bar.

Harry saw his face inadvertently, and couldn't help being startled.

He grabbed Hermione and Ron by the shoulders, lowered their heads, and whispered.

"It's Karkaroff."

The person who walked into the Pig's Head Bar wearing a black robe covering his head and face was the headmaster of Durmstrang Academy, Karkaroff.

After entering the door, Karkaroff glanced at the Pig's Head Bar. He didn't pay too much attention to Harry and the three of them, but walked directly to a wooden table in the corner.

There was already a wizard sitting there, who was also wearing a black robe and a hood, so he couldn't see his face or male or female.

Most of the guests in this bar are dressed like them, so these two people don't stand out.

But Harry and the others clearly noticed Karkaroff's purpose of coming here, and it didn't seem so simple.

Like Hagrid said, the people in the Hog's Head who usually hide their heads and show their tails are people with dirty motives.

And Karkaroff, the principal of a magic school, what kind of impure motives would he have?

Harry and Ron, both of them remembered the conversation of Snape, Moody and Karkaroff they hid in the grass and overheard after the Christmas party.

The two of them looked at Karkaroff who had already started talking with the mysterious man in black, and couldn't help but feel agitated.

"I'm sure they're not talking about anything normal," Ron said quietly.

"If you were talking about normal things, you wouldn't come to the Pig's Head Bar dressed like this. Wouldn't the environment in the Three Broomsticks Bar be better." Harry agreed.

Hermione looked at them suspiciously.

"What crooked ideas are you thinking about?"

Ron took out a flesh-colored string from his pocket thievingly.

"This is a small thing that George invented by himself called stretchable ear. Just put one end in your ear and spread the other end to the place you want to hear, and you can hear the sound there clearly, like It's like talking in your ear."

Hermione glared at him: "Why would you bring something like this out?"

"Yesterday I saw Fred and George secretly experimenting with this thing in school. I thought it was very interesting, so I asked them if it was coming, and I kept it in my pocket and never took it out."

"Let me listen."

Harry didn't care so much, he snatched the string from Ron's hand, inserted one end into his ear, and let the other end quietly spread to Karkaroff like a thin snake. At the table where they sat.

Soon, two men's small conversations could be heard clearly in his ears.

"It's not easy to find you, Karkaroff."

"There are a lot of people staring at me in this school. I even suspect that Dumbledore specially invited Moody to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year just to keep an eye on me."

"So have you thought about what I told you before?"

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