I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Professor Hilde is widely praised because he teaches knowledge points that the previous professors have not taught, and there is no need to worry about which scary guy turned out to be.

Judging from the situation that Ozzie Hilde and Umbridge did not deal with, no one would think that the Ministry of Magic deliberately sent someone to torture them.

Dumbledore temporarily stepped down as headmaster, but the students who were counting on him to come to the rescue received no response.

In the face of enemies, the strong will find ways to reverse the situation, while the weak will point the finger at those who are capable.

Obviously, Hogwarts still has a majority of weak people.

They listen to rumors and attack the powerful.

How indulgent Dumbledore was before, now they are complaining.

Why can't you, as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, fight for better treatment for us?

You are Dumbledore, the strongest man in the wizarding world.

You should stand with us.

Perhaps for Dumbledore, this situation is not unacceptable now.

But complaints from students have quietly emerged.

…

Hogsmeade.

John accompanies Daphne to the Literary Mansion.

Although John feels that the stationery here should not be as good as his own, Daphne likes to come here to buy.

In addition to ink and quills, I also bought some parchment.

"What do you think of this color?" Daphne asked enthusiastically, holding the sky blue ink, just like a little girl asking if new clothes look good.

John picked it up and looked at it, and said strangely: "This is invisible ink, you want to write a secret?"

"Huh?" Daphne said in a panic, "No, I just took it casually."

"This kind of ink is not very confidential." John shook his head and said, "A revealing spell will reveal its true form."

Putting the ink back, John said softly, "If you want some kind of confidentiality ink, I can give you something better."

"Okay." Daphne was a little disappointed.

John looked outside and raised his eyebrows.

Daphne noticed his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you interested in visiting a new place?"

John extended the invitation and Daphne gladly accepted.

They walked out of the Literary Mansion, and John donated his small bag and put the quill in it.

Recalling how quickly Daphne consumed ink and quill, he said as he walked: "If you don't mind..."

"What?" Daphne approached John, reached out and quietly grabbed the sleeve.

John thought for a moment and said, "I can make you a new quill."

"That's great," Daphne said in surprise.

When they arrived at their destination, the smile on Daphne's face was a little stiff.

Pushing the door open, there is a strong smell of mutton inside.

The environment inside is not very good either.

Thick dirt accumulated on the several bay windows, and the light from the outside could hardly pass through. There were some candle ends and a thick layer of dust on the rough wooden table.

The cup looked like it hadn't been washed.

Daphne comes from a well-off family, and her good-looking face is full of disgust.

The bar owner saw John and seemed a little surprised why he didn't come in disguise this time.

Coming to sit down at a small table, John clicked on the table and chairs, and the dust and oil on them peeled off.

It makes people feel like this is a newly purchased table.

Taking out a bottle of silver wine from the small handbag, John conjured two glasses in his hands.

"You are not allowed to bring your own drinks here." The boss is an eccentric old man, tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard.

At this time, he stared at John with an unkind expression.

There were still a few people in the bar, and they looked at John jokingly.

The little boy who brought the little girl here.

This was their impression of John.

I want to see how this little boy can avoid making a fool of himself in front of girls.

Joking eyes focused on John.

He opened the bottle of wine, and a smell of wine wafted out, seeming to seduce some people's greed.

The wine is poured into a clean crystal goblet, and the taste becomes even more fragrant.

"Gulu."

I don’t know who made the sound, but it seems that he is attracted.

The wine glass was filled by one-third, and John handed it to Daphne in a gentlemanly manner.

Daphne smiled beautifully and said thank you.

The bar owner was almost furious. His chest heaved violently, and then...

He turned back to the bar.

People who wanted to watch the show were dumbfounded. Is this still the owner of the Pig Head Bar?

Like a prince and princess living among the people, the two of them drank high-end wine that was incompatible with this place as if no one else was around.

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Chapter 297 Gathering and Delivery

John has some interest here.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the boss wiping the wine glass with a dirty cloth.

"Dumbledore's younger brother."

He stared at it for a while, and he could see similarities with Dumbledore from that face.

Few people know that Dumbledore had a younger brother.

The glorious and great Dumbledore, and the Dumbledore in a small, grubby pub.

Very interesting, isn't it?

Dumbledore never seemed to want to change anything.

Like Lupin, if Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world, was willing to guarantee him, he wouldn't be unable to find a job.

Dumbledore could always subconsciously ignore these things that were within his power, or that could be said with a little effort.

"Why is his brother here?"

There was doubt in John's eyes. The Dumbledore family was not short of money, that was for sure.

Why would a member of the Dumbledore family open a bar like this in this place?

Judging from the environment here, it doesn't seem to be run very carefully.

Or is it that Dumbledore doesn't even bother to care about the people closest to him?

So what else deserves Dumbledore's attention?

Can't figure it out.

The crystal rim of the cup was close to his lips, and John took a sip of wine.

Daphne felt that the environment here seemed not so bad.

At another table near the bar, the man sitting with a white mask on his face sighed helplessly.

He stood up and walked over, and Daphne instantly became alert.

People in this kind of place are not as kind as the professors at Hogwarts.

John watched the man sit down, and the man asked belatedly, "Can I sit here and have a glass of wine?"

He looked like a greedy guest. John smiled half-heartedly and said, "I'm afraid that cup of yours won't work."

"Okay, clean it up."

The man cast a cleaning spell on the cup, making it so dirty.

He picked up the silver wine bottle on the table and complained in a low voice: "Why are you here like this?"

John took the bottle back when he had filled two-thirds of the glass with wine, and chuckled, "Do you think my identity is still a secret?"

The man was startled and looked at the bar owner with sharp eyes.

John nodded, and the man smiled bitterly: "So, my disguise is meaningless."

Daphne had doubts in her eyes, these two people looked very familiar.

John introduced: "This is Daphne Greengrass, my friend."

The man stretched out his hand respectfully and whispered, "Donmie Shelby."

"Are you Tommy Shelby?" Daphne was a little surprised.

This name is not unfamiliar, and can be heard several times in Mr. Greengrass's mouth.

John raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "How are things going with Nagini?"

"It's taken care of," Tang Mi said, taking off the mask around his mouth and exposing his lips, "The situation there is more complicated. After all, we never thought that his hands would go abroad."

"Thanks to Dumbledore for tripping him." John said noncommittally.

The conversation between the two did not avoid Daphne, and Daphne's beautiful eyes widened.

The original eldest lady's temperament has become very cute and cute.

John and Tang Mi were talking, and the door of the Pig Head Bar opened again.

"Three butterbeers."

The three little figures walked inside, and when the bar owner saw Harry, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

What a coincidence.

John saw the surprise in Daphne's eyes and raised his cup to signal to be silent.

Tang Mi said in a weird tone, "Do the students of Hogwarts like to come to this kind of place now?"

He naturally recognized the savior Harry Potter, so he felt strange.

…

Ordered three bottles of butterbeer from the bar.

"Who do you think will come to meet us?" Harry unscrewed the rusty cap of the bottle of Butterbeer and took a long sip.

After discussion, they felt that they could not sit still and wait for death.

They are setting up a Defense Against the Dark Arts team to deal with future changes.

Whether it's to deal with Voldemort or the Ministry of Magic wants to turn them into an army.

They all need more powerful magic.

In addition, Umbridge's annoying guy is an uncertain factor. If Professor Hilde can't resist the pressure and really believes in that educational method, they must be prepared.

"Just three or two people," Hermione said, looking at her watch. She wasn't sure how many people would come. "I asked them to arrive around this time. I think they all know where they are."

After saying that, Hermione said in surprise: "Look, this is probably them."