Chapter 965 Pig's Head Bar

Ivan didn't care about Umbridge. He wanted to ask Dumbledore about the situation with the vampires, but the other party didn't give him a chance. After dealing with this matter, he didn't know where he went. Inside the office.

Umbridge was not seen at school for several days after that.

Many people are speculating whether the scars on her face cannot be removed, and she has no face to stay in Hogwarts.

If any professor encounters such a shameful thing, he might as well resign directly.

Such rumors have been going on and on, and many people swear that Umbridge has submitted a letter of resignation to Dumbledore, as if it were true.

All in all, in such a pleasant atmosphere, everyone ushered in the first Hogsmeade Visitation Day this term.

Everyone has been looking forward to this day for a long time, and Ivan and Hermione will also discuss with everyone about forming an extracurricular group to conduct fighting training and learn defensive skills.

Compared to teaching Umbridge a lesson, this is serious business.

The morning we went to Hogsmeade was sunny but windy.

After breakfast, Ivan, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Colin lined up in front of Filch, and he had to check their names against the long list, which listed parents or guardians Allow them to visit their classmates in Hogsmeade.

Since Umbridge left, Filch has also settled down a lot, and waved his hand to let Ivan and the others pass by.

"It's a good feeling. The atmosphere in the whole school is much lighter without Umbridge," said Ron. "Well, if I can, I hope that woman just resigns and never comes back."

"That's impossible!" said Hermione, "we have to be careful, she won't just let it go, but then again, what you two did last time was too much, and I heard she seems to be very hurt." Heavy……"

"That's what she deserves!"

"Yes, that's right, but after all she..."

"Okay, Hermione, where the hell are we going now?" Harry asked hastily, "The Three Broomsticks?"

"Oh, no!" Hermione's attention was diverted, and she wasn't worried about Umbridge's revenge, which was already the topic they discussed the most during this time, "No, it's always crowded with people, and it's very noisy I discussed it with Ai Wen and asked other people to meet us at the Pig's Head Bar, which is another bar, you know, not on the main road. Yes, I also think this is a bit unsafe, but students generally don't Go up there, so I don't think we'll be overheard."

"That bar is very deserted, we can get a box." Ivan said.

They walked up the road past Zonko's Joke Shop, where, as expected, they saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

After passing the post office, some owls flew out of it every once in a while.

Then they turned into a side road with a small bar at the corner. A tattered wooden signboard hung from rusty brackets over the door, and it bore a picture of a chopped-off boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth it was wrapped in.

As they approached, the signboard was creaked by the wind, and the five of them hesitated outside the door.

"Come on, let's go in," said Hermione, looking a little nervous.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong, here is, um, it looks a bit worn out!" Ai Wen said, and led the way in.

In fact, it's not a shabby bit of shabby here.

It's quite different inside from The Three Broomsticks, where the big bar always feels bright, clean and warm, while the Hog's Head has just a small, dark, very dirty room, with a strong smell of sheep. Smell.

The bay windows were so thick with grime that little light could penetrate, and candle stubs were burning on rough wooden tables.

At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud.

But when I stepped on it, I realized that the dirt that had been paved with stones had accumulated for centuries.

Ai Wen had been here a few times before, but he still couldn't help sniffling, smelling the strong smell of mutton in the air unaccustomed.

Speaking of which, Dumbledore's younger brother Aberforth really has a soft spot for goats.

"Do you remember?" Harry said in a low voice, "Hagrid once said that he won a dragon egg here, which is Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback, our first graders."

"Yeah, he said he won it from a hooded stranger," said Ron, swallowing.

"It fits the style here, doesn't it? I've always wondered why Hagrid didn't suspect that the man kept his face hidden when they were interacting," Harry continued.

He hadn't noticed until now that hiding his face seemed to be the fashion in the Hog's Head.

There was a man at the bar with his whole head wrapped in a dirty gray bandage.

Still pouring cup after cup of something smoking and flaming through a bandage slit in his mouth, two hooded figures sat at a table by the window, if they weren't Talking in such a thick Yorkshire accent, I almost thought they were dementors.

In a dark corner by the hearth sat a witch, a thick black veil hanging down to her feet.

They could only see the tip of her nose because it pushed the mask up slightly.

"I don't think it's quite right!" whispered Harry as they walked towards the bar, watching the veiled witch with special attention. "Did you ever think that there would be Umbridge in there?" ?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, and glanced at the figure wrapped in the scarf weighing it.

"Umbridge is shorter than that woman!" she whispered. "Besides, she's supposed to be in the hospital by now. Even if Umbridge comes here, she won't be able to stop us. I've read the school rules and regulations over and over again." Two or three times, we did not deviate. I also specifically asked Professor Flitwick, if students can enter the Pig's Head Bar, he said yes, but he repeatedly suggested that I bring my own cup. We are not really forming an army, but Extracurricular groups, let Aiwen teach us to learn magic. I have checked all the regulations I can think of about organizing study groups and extracurricular groups. They are absolutely allowed. I just don’t think we should do this. It's overblown, because Fudge and the Ministry don't want us to do that."

"Wait a minute, didn't you find out who she is?" Ivan said softly.

"who is it?"

"Of course it's Mundungus!" Ivan said, "This disguise looks great, doesn't it?"