Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 69 Pig's Head Bar
And when the freshmen arrived, as Filch took the boat to Hogwarts, with a flashing light, Charlie appeared on the street of Hogsmeade village main road under the appearance of change.

He tidied up his clothes first, then raised his head and looked towards the sky.

At this moment, the crescent moon above the sky has quietly risen, with a few stars dotted around it faintly shining, forming a quite beautiful picture with the faint dark clouds.

"It seems that I have been delayed for a long time just now..."

Allowing the bright moonlight to slowly shine on his hair and shoulders, Charlie's eyes fell on the road he had walked countless times in his student days, and he muttered to himself.

Compared with the wide and flat asphalt roads in the Muggle world, the roads in Hogsmeade village are obviously not very easy to walk...even worse than some common English country roads.

Walking here, looking at the thatched-roofed cottages and other buildings on both sides, it seems that people have returned to the era before the [-]th century, when there was no electricity, and even the steam engine was not yet born.

Charlie's eyes were soft, and he looked kindly at everything here.

"I remember I haven't been here since I graduated...Look, Zuo Ke's magic joke shop, Wenrenju..."

Charlie was talking to himself, but the pace under his feet did not slow down at all.

Soon, he came to the end of the most prosperous part of Hogsmeade Village.

Charlie stopped, stood at the end of the road, turned his head, and looked towards the corner hidden in the darkness.

As far as I can see, a dilapidated and messy little house is hidden in the small road between the houses. Under the cover of darkness, it looks like a monster lurking in it, coldly watching the sun walking. people who have been.

And next to this dirty and narrow little house, the pig's head wrapped in a blood-soaked white cloth drawn on the tattered signboard that has been hung for many years is the real name of its identity-the Pig's Head Bar.

This is the place where he and Dumbledore agreed to pick him up in the reply letter.

Charlie looked at the familiar bar and couldn't help laughing.All the memories about it in my mind slowly emerged.

As far as he could remember, there was only one small, dark, and very dirty room in the bar.

Walking into it, there is a strong mutton smell inside.The bay windows were thick with grime, barely letting in the light from outside, 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 was originally paved with stones had accumulated for centuries...

It can be said that for those who walked into him for the first time, it definitely looked more like a haunted house that had been abandoned for hundreds of years than a bar.

But Charlie didn't care, because an old friend of his should still be inside at this moment.

And the reason why Charlie and Dumbledore decided to pick him up here was precisely because he wanted to take a special look at his friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Ding…"

In the Pig's Head Bar, a few faint orange candles are the only light here.

In the dark environment, the guys wearing cloaks that completely covered their faces were whispering, picking up different glasses from time to time, and drinking the wine inside in one gulp.

Compared with the cheerful and lively Three Broomsticks, and the messy and noisy Leaky Cauldron, the Pig's Head is obviously another completely different style.

Behind the counter of the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth Dumbledore, the tall and thin old man with gray beard and gray hair like his brother, stood there with drooping eyelids just like ten years ago , stiffly wiping the wine glass in his hand that could never be wiped clean.

However, compared to his elder brother Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth is a guy with an extremely weird temper and a bit of vulgarity in his speech.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Aberforth didn't even lift his head.Still wiping the wine glass in his hand, he said without the slightest emotion

"any drinks?"

"How about butter beer?"

Charlie pushed open the gray-stained door and responded loudly.

Walking again on the grime-corroded floor of the Hog's Head, he still smiled.

The glamorous dress, plus the beautiful hair and handsome face...all seem out of place in this place.For a moment, as he walked in, the whole bar seemed to be a little brighter.Even the dust that was falling wantonly and the stains under his feet seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, and they suddenly went aside when they were about to contaminate him.

The whispering in the bar stopped abruptly, everyone raised their heads, and all eyes were on him for a moment.

And Aberforth, who was cleaning the glass with his head down, also stopped his hands and raised his head.

The sharp eyes hidden in the turbidity cast Charlie, slowly swept aside from his body, and then sneered.

"A brand new change of spell?" Aberforth's voice was full of disdain and contempt, and he sneered mercilessly

"Honestly, if you can't stand this place, you can get out of here... Go to the Three Broomsticks and those Hogwarts bastards to drink milk. It's better to come here and get in the way of our eyes."

Hearing Aberforth's words, Charlie didn't get angry, but went straight to the bar on his own, and met Aberforth who was still staring straight at him.

"What's the matter? Do you want to meet me?"

Aberforth snorted, without avoiding his eyes at all, just stared at Charlie like this, and said bitterly.

"seriously……"

Charlie suddenly relaxed and leaned down, supported the counter of the bar with his elbows, pushed the dust on the counter back in an instant, and flew around.

The ring on his finger flashed, and an oak beer mug appeared in his hand.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and you talk more and more."

While talking, Charlie raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and lightly hit Aberforth on the chest, pushing him back a few steps.

"In the past, you wouldn't talk nonsense at all, but just shot people out..."

Charlie's words paused again, and he looked at Aberforth, his originally gentle and handsome expression gradually showed a bit of joking and free and easy that was different from usual.

The big beer glass in his hand hit the table heavily, and continued
"So, stop talking nonsense and fill me up with the butter beer I want!!"

Until this moment, Aberforth, who was pushed back two steps, stared at the wine glass and the face that suddenly overlapped with his memory, and finally reacted.

"Charlie!?"

"How will you be here!!!"

Unexpected joy appeared on Aberforth's originally stiff face. He looked at the man in front of him and asked happily

"I'm going back to Hogwarts... Come and see my dueling teacher, how have you been these years?"

(End of this chapter)