This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Outside the school! Andrew, I'll open your eyes this time."

Huffman looked excited in the office - he originally thought that it might not be his turn to do this job, because this job is usually for newcomers to practice.

"Don't you seniors have Hogsmeade week?"

"That's different, completely different," Huffman shook his finger. "The bar during Hogsmeade week is a different concept than usual."

It sounds like you have been there before...

No...according to Gryffindor tradition, it's strange that Huffman hasn't been there.

"Okay, hurry up and change your cloaks. Students are not welcome in the Pig's Head Bar on ordinary days," Hagrid tried his best to lower his voice, but the effect was average.

It can be seen that he is not ordinary excited, but Andrew can only conceal the follow-up treatment - he does not know how much communication between Professor McGonagall and Hagrid.

Go back and quickly pick up your cloak, then go to meet up at Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid couldn't wait any longer. He even prepared the Thestral and the carriage early.

"We can't stop too close," Hagrid babbled on the carriage, "and we can't yell and ruin other people's deals. Many people over there like to use various things to hide their faces. Don't stare. Look at them, don’t ask random questions, and don’t stare at anything strange when you see it.”

…

The more Andrew listened, the more he felt that this place didn't look like a bar, but like some large-scale contraband exchange center.

But he didn't intend to ask - he wasn't an idiot, so Speedon didn't think it was important if he didn't mention it.

The contraband bar opened near the school is divided into weekend version and weekday version. This is enough to explain something. Today, we also need to add that the administrator of Hogwarts went in without disguise (Andrew believed that Hagrid could not disguise himself) and bought a dragon egg. It was not surprising, even McGonagall The professor didn't even plan to say anything...

He had no intention of asking about such a confidential project, and he couldn't tell anyone if he knew about it.

In short, Hagrid took them out of the car early, and Andrew finally saw the village of Hogsmeade, which had long been popular among students.

"After the things are done, I can take you to buy some food. I am familiar with this place."

"It's better to be safe." Andrew looked at Hagrid who was about to float. He was not sure that he would have the patience to take them shopping after getting the dragon egg. "After all, it's not the weekend, and our appearance would be too conspicuous. But if you are willing, You can bring me some candies that are limited to the store on weekends - they don’t accept mail order!”

Andrew gritted his teeth a little - didn't he say that the Wizarding World's distribution methods are backward? Who brought in the limited in-store purchase price?

While talking, they quickly turned onto a small road. Hagrid was walking in front of him with ease, and Andrew and the others even had to trot to follow.

But it was obviously impossible to persuade someone to slow down at this time, so the two of them could only follow helplessly, trotting all the way to the location of the so-called Pig Head Bar.

"What the hell..."

Andrew didn't even take a breath before he started to complain - he thought the pig's head was just a name.

But the bar that appeared in front of him now couldn't be said to have a pig's head hanging directly on it, but it wasn't much different - there was a somewhat tattered sign hanging on a broken bracket at the door, and the pig's head on the sign didn't know what had been cast on it. Magic is more real than reality. The pig head wrapped in bloody gauze looks like it has been nailed to a wooden board...

"I suspect someone used magic to nail the pig's head to the board..."

"It's hard to say, I've always thought so."

Huffman nodded and saw that Hagrid had already entered, so he quickly pulled Andrew in.

At this moment, Hagrid had found his target and started chatting, while Andrew was led by Huffman and opened a separate table.

"Don't look around."

Huffman reminded him with unusual familiarity.

Andrew was very obedient and observed the surroundings with his peripheral vision, paying attention to the crowd in the pub.

His previous guess was correct. This place indeed looked like a large-scale contraband trading place, and it was particularly consistent with his imagination.

The house was small and dark, filled with rubbish and with little light - a dim environment, a bad smell, and nearly useless windows.

"It does seem like there will be a dragon egg here."

"Yes, there are also banned potions and herbal medicines," Huffman nodded, "but only on weekends."

"It's just that the boss doesn't seem to be in this business."

Andrew commented - at least he should have a bald head to shock him, but the boss here is thin and tall, with a lot of hair and beard, and it is very thick.

"Again, in a bar—"

Speaking of Cao Cao Cao Cao, Andrew was commenting when the boss pointed his irritable voice at the table of guests, "It is forbidden to discuss that stupid magazine and messy novel forever!"

The two chatting wizards looked very unconvinced and tried to take out their wands, but they were easily knocked down by the boss, controlled by the levitating spell and thrown out directly - I don't know whether it was the sewer or the favorite corner of drunkards. .

After throwing the people away, the grumpy boss spat out of the bar without saying anything, "Albus Dumbledore is just a stupid fool. Don't insult my bar with those disgusting words!"

For a moment, everyone in the bar looked at Hagrid - his size was impossible to hide, and anyone who dared to trade here would not be confused about who this person was.

However, to Andrew's surprise, Hagrid heard it but remained indifferent.

‘He’s a big shot, but he’s still a fool… So the school doesn’t want to take action? ’

Andrew guessed—and cursed Speedpass again. Anyway, remember not to cause trouble here.

As for the attack book—Hagrid can ignore it, so he can’t react.

But this boss is very combative—in the following time, Andrew waited for Hagrid to finish the delivery of the dragon egg while listening to the boss’s various curses on the book and Dumbledore.

In the midst of the abuse, the transaction was finally completed. Hagrid held the egg almost like a child, and Andrew and his team finally ended the torture shortly after Hagrid’s transaction.

“Did you get it?”

“Well, I’ll contact Professor Kettleburn when I get back.”

Hagrid finally came to his senses, but the posture of protecting the dragon egg reminded Andrew of a hen.

…

“Well, Huffman?”

When he returned to school, Huffman had another problem, so Andrew had to call the prefect who came with him, but the other side was still in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

"Just surprised - I never thought someone would do this."

"Calm down, Huffman, even Garlon has people he doesn't like, let alone our headmaster."

"I agree."

? ? ?

Andrew and Huffman looked at each other and found that neither of them said this - the voice came from outside the carriage.

Dumbledore stood where the carriage landed, smiling kindly, as if he hadn't heard anything just now.