A tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty bracket above the door. On it was a picture of a wild boar's head that had been chopped off. Blood had soaked through the white cloth that covered it. The head still looked fresh under the influence of magic.
Mr. Krivat's hair stood on end. He had only seen places like this in American horror movies in the Muggle Society, and most of the students who went there did not live long. However, when he saw Xenophilius walk in with familiarity, and even Lune, who had a strong family background, naturally followed him, he sighed inwardly. He could only reluctantly follow them in, trying his best to control his body so that he wouldn't touch the curtains, tables, and chairs of the bar.
The small and dark room was filled with a stench of dust and drunkard's vomit that seemed to never dissipate. The few bay windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt, and the light from outside could barely penetrate them. A few candles were lit on the rough wooden table.
The bar did not look too busy today. Apart from them, there were not many customers. Only a few customers with their faces covered were whispering to each other.
Xenophilius led them with practiced ease to the shabby, dirty, sawdust-strewn bar. They sat down on chairs so high that their feet could not reach the floor. When they were seated, Mr. Krivat noticed that the owner was an eccentric old man. He was tall and thin, with long grey hair and beard. Mr. Krivat had a vague feeling that he had seen him somewhere before.
It was not until Xenophilius called out his name as Albus Dumbledore that Mr. Krivat realized that the old wizard before him, whose nose was not crooked, was a relative of the Albus Dumbledore whom even he, a Muggle, knew about.
Aberforth did not have the usual smile on his face. He did not let them order, but put some food that had been prepared in advance on the bar and pushed it towards them.
There was a large loaf of uncut bread, a few slices of cheese, and a jar of mead.
"I've been selling German beer. It's now banned, and I haven't found a replacement!" The bar owner grumbled angrily. His gray hair and beard made it harder for people to see his face when they got close to him. Abfoss was wearing glasses. Behind the dirty lenses, his blue eyes were bright and sharp. "Is the Ministry of Magic all about causing trouble and not doing anything?"
Xenophilius was happy to hear that. "Then you can try my suggestion of using Gordigan to make a new flavor of beer!"
"Forget it. You might as well sell juices made from flavored beans," Aberforth retorted. Abfoss retorted and then glanced at Mr. Krivat. "Your new friend doesn't seem to like coming to my place."
"Uh, sorry. I'm just not feeling well today." Mr. Krivat's face was a little pale. He noticed that when Aberforth pushed the food over, his long fingernails were stuck in the cheese. He forced himself to look away from the bar owner's greasy fingers and looked at the oily glasses. He immediately lost interest in the food food..
"Then you can use the mead to suppress it." Lunn had already taken a sip. "Abfoss, we can't solve this problem for the time being due to the embargo, but if you need, we can provide you with a venue in the commercial district for your new hotel. The price is guaranteed to be very discounted …"
"Forget it. I can't even manage everything here. There are too many people in the business district. Business will be too good." Aberforth shook his head and did not say anything else.
Mr. Krivat looked at Lunn in surprise. He now fully understood the power and wealth of the Harris family in the magic world. He thought that a wizard from such a family would not be able to adapt to this kind of environment and would be more particular about the dining environment. However, when he saw the natural look on Lunn's face and remembered the ingredients Penello used to brew potions, such as long-horned toad urine and worm eggs, Mr. Krivat felt that he understood. These wizards had eaten all kinds of dirty things. Compared to those ingredients, the food was nothing out of the ordinary.
Mr. Krivat quietly pressed his hand on his abdomen. He thought that he did not have magic, and his delicate stomach had not undergone such training except for drinking a lot of elixirs. To hide his expression, he looked down at the ground, but what he saw made him feel even more nauseous. At first glance, he thought that the ground was compacted mud, but now he realized that the stone floor was covered with centuries of dirt.
"My Curly-Horned Snoring Horn exploded when we moved. My room was badly damaged. But it also aroused my passion. I have to find time. I want to take a vacation and go to Sweden." Xenophilus had already taken off his hat and put it aside. He was not interested in the food at all. He gestured and said, "My daughter's hair bless me. I hope I can find a living one this time. Recently, there are fewer and fewer naysayers in the content of Sing Different Tune."
Lunn picked up a piece of cheese and threw it into his mouth. He had already given up on correcting the fact that the so-called Curly-Horned Snoring Horn was actually the horn of the poisonous horned beast that he transformed into the Magic Animagus.
Xenophilius continued to talk about his Curved-Horned Snoring Beasts and other strange creatures, and did not notice that Loon and Aberforth were ignoring him. Instead, he talked about the embargo nearby.
"Mr. Lovgood, although I don't have the horn … the horn of the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast that was blown up, my wife and I went on a trip to America last year. My wife Letizia bought a lot of Native American handicrafts. I remember there was a pair of bighorn goat horns … the curvature was very beautiful. As a thank you gift for inviting me for a drink, if you don't mind, you can temporarily replace me until we find the beast." Mr. Krivat saw that no one responded to Lovgood's muttering and couldn't help but feel pity for him.
"Hmm? My Curly-Horned Snoring Horn was blown up before, but it repaired itself. " Mr. Lovgood's expression was a little absent-minded, but he was still happy when he heard that he was going to be given a goat horn. "Then I'll use the Curly-Horned Snoring Horn in exchange for yours! I haven't seen a bighorn goat before. I heard that Hermione's pet likes to eat them! "
Before Mr. Krivat could wave his hand at Lovgood, who was about to give him a dangerous explosive, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar suddenly tilted the bottle of mead he was about to refill and poured it into his own mouth. As if he was shocked, he took out a glossy black photograph and held it in his big hands, looking at it with a tenderness that was different from before. His cloudy eyes seemed to be moist.
Noticing that the atmosphere was getting weirder and weirder, Krivat's eyes suddenly lit up. He took out a bunch of white tablets from his pocket and said, "Guys, do you want some? I took milk tablets from my wife's bag this morning. "
Lunn and Xenophilus took one, tore open the plastic wrap and stuffed it into their mouths. Xenophilus saw that Abfoss was in a bad mood and threw a piece to him enthusiastically. "Abfoss, you should try this new food too."
"They even brought out food …" Abfoss's cloudy and moist eyes left the photo and looked at the tablets. However, he still squeezed out a piece and put it into his mouth.
Immediately, the dry taste startled Mr. Krivat. He realized that the taste was not the same as the delicious milk tablets he had eaten before. It even felt like he was chewing on paper. He secretly looked at the people opposite him who were carefully tasting it. He was too embarrassed to spit it out. He thought that it might be the odd-flavored beans in the magic world. They looked the same, but each taste was different. He was lucky last time, but unlucky this time. He thought that he would never understand the preferences of wizards.
In fact, Lunn frowned after chewing it for a while. He realized that it was impossible to chew it. He began to wonder if all Muggle candies tasted like this. Not only was it not sweet, but the astringent taste made him want to vomit. However, out of respect for Mr. Krivat, Lunn was too embarrassed to spit it out when he thought about how Krivat had praised the candy. However, he also found it hard to swallow. He could only keep it in his mouth to see if there would be any changes.
Abfoss, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, did not look surprised. He thought that Muggle did not have magic, so it was normal that the candies tasted bad. He looked at his honey wine and drank the unchewable candy. His mind was already on the photo in his hand.
Only Lovgood did not seem to feel uncomfortable. He smacked his lips from time to time as if he wanted to taste something different.
At this moment, the curtain of the Pig's Head Bar was lifted again, and Penello walked in. The moment the tall and beautiful female Auror entered the bar, the dirty bar seemed to have become brighter. She coldly glanced around. Many of the wizards in the bar turned their heads away when they met her gaze. Most of the people who liked this place had dirty spots on their bodies, so when they recognized the female Auror, they hurriedly threw the money on the table and left.
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