Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ai Wen didn't care about Umbridge. He wanted to ask Dumbledore about the situation of the vampire, but the other party did not give him a chance. After he had finished handling this matter, he did not know where to go. He was definitely not in the principal. Inside the office.

A few days after that, Umbridge had not appeared in the school.

Many people are wondering if there is no way to get rid of the scar on her face. She has no face to stay in Hogwarts.

If any professor encounters such a shameful thing, then it is better to resign directly.

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

In short, in this pleasant atmosphere, everyone welcomed the first Hogmod visit to the semester.

Everyone is looking forward to this day for a long time. Ai Wen and Hermione will also discuss with you to form an extracurricular group to carry out fighting training and learning defensive skills.

Compared with the lessons of Umbridge, this is a serious matter.

On the morning of the visit to Hogmund village, the weather was fine but windy.

After breakfast, Avon, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Colin lined up in front of Filch. He had to check their names against the long list, which listed the parents or guardians. Allow them to visit the students of Hogmund Village.

Since Umbridge’s departure, Filch has also scored a lot, and waved his hand to let Ai Wen a few of them.

"It feels good. Umbridge is not there. The atmosphere in the whole school has become much easier." Ron said, "Well, if I can, I hope that the woman will resign and never come back."

"That is impossible!" said Hermione. "We have to be careful. She won't forget it. If you say it, the two of you last were too hot. I heard that she hurts very much. weight……"

"That is what she deserves!"

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

"Well, Hermione, where are we going now?" Harry hurriedly asked, "Three broom bars?"

"Oh, no!" Hermione's attention was shifted. She was not worried about Umbridge's revenge. This was the topic that they discussed the most during this time. "No, there is always a crowd full of people, noisy." I discussed it with Ai Wen, and told other people to meet us at the pig's head bar. It is another bar. You know, it's not on the road. Yes, I think this is a bit unsafe, but the students generally don't. Go there, so I don't think we will be overheard."

"The bar is very deserted, we can get a box." Ai Wen said.

They followed the road and passed the Zoco joke shop. Unsurprisingly, they saw Fred, George and Lee Jordan here.

After the post office, some owls flew out from inside after a while.

Then they turned into a small road next to it, and there was a small bar at the intersection. The tattered wood sign hangs on the rusty bracket on the door, which depicts a cut wild boar head, and the blood stains penetrate the white cloth that wraps it.

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

"Go, go in," said Hermione, looking a bit nervous.

"Do not worry, there is nothing, here is, um, it looks worn out!" Ai Wen said, the leader walked in.

In fact, this is not a shabby one.

It's totally different from the three broom bars, where the big bar always makes people feel bright, clean and warm, while the pig's head bar has only a small, dark, very dirty room, with a thick sheep. Astringency.

There were thick dirt on the bay windows, the light was almost inaccessible, and some candles on the rough wooden table were lit.

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

However, when I stepped on it, I discovered that the original stone was covered with dirt for centuries.

Ai Wen had been here several times before, but still couldn't help but smoke his nose, not accustomed to smell the thick smell of sheep in the air.

Speaking of it, 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, Nobel, the Norwegian Ridgeback, what happened in our first grade.”

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

"It's very consistent with the style here, isn't it? I've been wondering that the person always keeps his face tight when they interact, why doesn't Hagrid doubt it," Harry continued.

Until now, he discovered that it seems to be very popular in the pig's head bar to hide his face.

There was a man at the bar, and the whole head was wrapped in a dirty gray bandage.

But still can take a cup of a smoky, burning thing from the gap in the bandage of the mouth, sitting at a table by the window with two hooded figures, if they are not Speaking in a very thick Yorkshire accent, I thought they were dementors.

A witch sits in a dark corner next to the fireplace, and a thick black shawl hangs down to her feet.

They can only see her nose, because it puts the mask on top.

"I don't think it's a big deal!" Harry whispered as they walked toward the bar. He looked at the witch wrapped in a shawl with great attention. "Have you thought that it would be Umbridge?" ?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and glanced at the figure wrapped in a shawl.

"Umrich is shorter than that woman!" she whispered. "And, she should be in the hospital now. Even if Umbridge comes here, she can't stop us. I have repeatedly read the rules and regulations of the school. Two or three times, we did not deviate. I also specifically asked Professor Flitwick, students can enter the pig head bar, he said yes, but he repeatedly suggested that I bring my own cup. We are not really forming an army, but The extracurricular group, let Aiwen teach us to learn magic. I checked all the rules I can think of about organizing study groups and extracurricular groups. They are absolutely allowed. I just think that we should not do this. Exaggerated because Fudge and the Ministry of Magic don't want us to do this."

"Wait a minute, don't you find out who she is?" Ai Wen whispered.

"who is it?"

"Of course it is Mundungus!" said Ai Wen. "This camouflage looks great, isn't it?"