Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 110 Pig's Head Bar
It was soon the end of October, and after Friday's class ended, Stuart and the others were already beyond excited, chattering and repeating what they were going to do when they went to Hogsmeade tomorrow.

Such behavior aroused unanimous contempt from the senior seniors headed by Roger, although they did not perform better than Stuart and others when they were going to Hogsmeade for the first time.

Maybe even more exaggerated.

It was rare for Ike to not be immersed in his studies, but to sit next to Terry and chat with each other.Those who haven't participated in this kind of activity for a long time are not used to it. Even Stuart and others are surprised, but they just make fun of it.

This is a friend, maybe you have been away for a long time, but when you come back, it will still make you feel the same as before.

On Saturday morning, after breakfast, the little wizards walked out of the school in small groups.As soon as he arrived at the entrance hall, he saw Filch holding a long roll of parchment, carefully checking everyone who was about to go out.

"Don't try to fool me!" Filch said viciously with his habitual annoying attitude, "No one can escape my eyes!"

Everyone was used to Filch talking like this, so they chose to ignore it, and walked out as usual talking and laughing.

Ike followed behind Stuart and the others, with a smile on his face and a gray cloth bag on his body, no different from other little wizards who were about to spend a lot in Hogsmeade.

Of course, this cloth bag was cast with the No Trace Stretching Curse, and there were a lot of potions brewed by Ike when he hit the potion level, and some alchemy gadgets, the amount far exceeded the amount that this bag should carry .

As for sales, it is normal to have enough stock.

Not far from the castle, Ike saw the familiar Thestral carriage.This time they would send the little wizards directly outside Hogsmeade village, not far past the school gate, and the carriage stopped just past the place where they got off every year.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw rows of well-arranged houses at a glance, some of which were smoking, while others looked a bit dilapidated, but they were not disgusting, but had a unique beauty.In the sun, it's like a picture.

Walking along the road, the most attractive thing is the shops on both sides, Honey Duke, Zuko Joke Shop, Three Broomsticks Bar, many shops that have been talking about in recent days appeared in front of them, making this group of first-timers The little wizards who came to Hogsmeade couldn't hold it back.

"Let's go! Go to Honeydukes!" Stuart pulled Terry up, "Didn't you see that they all passed by!"

Smiling and watching the two gallop towards Honeydukes, Anthony and Michael shrugged and followed closely.

Ike waved his hand to say goodbye to the four of them, then walked slowly on the road, looking at the scenery of the village casually.

Hogsmeade is not big, so Ike turned around in a short while and found today's destination - the location of the Pig's Head Bar.

This is a pub with a glorious history, and the goblins used it as the headquarters of the rebellion in 1612.Perhaps it was for this reason that even though it might be the worst house in Hogsmeade, it still survived.

Turning in from the path next to the Owl Post Office, Ike quietly put on the hood, moved his fingers slightly, and a simple concealment magic fell on his face.

This is a little trick that Comrade Luo Fu learned back then, but it is very practical. It is the magic used by wizards to hide their identities. You can't learn this at Hogwarts.

The 13-year-old Ike has grown in size, even taller than when he first started school. He is already nearly 1 meters tall.

Ignoring the ugly signboard on the broken wooden door, Ike reached out and pushed the door open and walked in.

The bar was quiet, a little dark, and exuded a very pungent smell, like the smell of lamb, and like a mixture of various rotten things, which made Ike a little angry.

There was only a tall and thin old man leaning against the bar counter. His hair and beard were white and dirty, as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time. It went surprisingly well with this dirty bar.

"Butter beer." Ike went straight to the bar and sat down, his voice changed by magic was a little hoarse.

"A Galleon." The old man glanced at it, then skillfully took out a dirty cup and put it next to a rotten wooden barrel, took a full cup of butter beer and pushed it over.

"Take your things and sit at that seat, and wait!" The old man said in a sharp tone, pointing to a seat in the farthest corner of the bar.

Ike obediently walked over with the butter beer, and as soon as he sat down, he heard the old man say again: "Be smart, get something when you see Garen!"

"Also, the silence spell is a good way!"

"Rookie..."

Ike didn't talk to him, and sat motionless in his seat. He just took a sip from time to time and waited quietly.

After a while, three people opened the door and walked in.With a glance, they were three middle-aged wizards who did not hide their identities.Naturally, they sat down on the seat near the bar, and chatted in a low voice.

After a while, the number of people in the bar gradually increased, but there were only seven or eight people.Except for those three, the rest are not together, sitting scattered in the bar, which makes this small room look a bit crowded.

People came and went, but no one came to Ike's side. Some even glanced at him, but most of them just ignored it.Ren didn't come over until the whole glass of butterbeer was drunk.

It was a witch wearing a thick black veil up to her feet, and she smelled badly of cigarettes.

"what do you have?"

When the witch spoke, it was obvious that it had been magically treated.

"Potions and alchemical items."

Ike was succinct.

"what do you want?"

"Garon."

The witch smiled lightly, which was very harsh, and Ike frowned, and with a movement of his fingers, the Silencing and Blurring spells bound the two of them together.

This silent and unarmed casting obviously calmed down the witch. After all, no one who could do this was a fuel-efficient lamp, and even the sitting posture became serious.

"I need to see what you're selling."

"Where's Garen?"

The witch took out a Gringotts-style money bag at the right time and put it on the table, and opened the bag to reveal that it was full of Galleons.Ike moved his fingers again and got a very satisfactory number before taking things out of the bag.

"Hmm... Vitality tonic, antidote, universal healing potion..." The witch accurately named each potion, "Yes, and compound soup?"

Ike ignored it, and continued to take out one bottle after another, until the whole table couldn't fit.

"How many are there in total?"

"78 bottle."

"Yes, 300 Galleons."

"Not enough." Ike shook his head.

The witch was silent for a moment, and then said: "I need to see your alchemy items."

Ike heard the words and took out all the dozen or so alchemy items. The witch was silent again, and took out another money bag after a while.

"350 Galleons, the value of alchemy items is not high, and these are not rare items." He pointed to the cloth bag, "There is also this, I want it too."

"360 Galleons." Ike burst out a number.

"make a deal."

The witch nodded happily, and took some Galleons from the back pocket to make up the payment.Ike took the money bag with one hand, checked the amount and handed over the cloth bag after checking the correct amount.

Putting the items on the table back into the cloth bag one by one, the witch stretched out a hand and said, "Happy cooperation."

Ike glanced at the black-gloved hand and ignored it.

"I still have a batch of potions after Christmas."

"Okay, I'll be there on time."

Nodding his head, Ike withdrew his magic, got up and walked outside.

The other people in the bar seemed to be used to it, and they didn't even look over.The old man at the bar glanced at the witch, and then showed contempt, but didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)