From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 Pig Head Bar, a strange name.

The name 　　 might be very reliable if it were placed in the Muggle world, but it would be weird if it were placed in the wizarding world.

　　Isn't the dragon head bar or the mountain monster head bar bad?

　　 But this kind of problem is more suitable for students. For a professor of his age, it is too naive. One of the pains of adults is that they can’t show their sand sculpture desires unscrupulously.

　　 Old kids and kids are only popular, the one in the middle...

Passing through the long aisle, Adams, who took the lead, began to lead William and the others around in Hogsmeade. William thought that his strange dress would attract attention, but in the last part of the journey, The people around are almost all dressed up in this strange way, and occasionally there are a few people in normal dress that look very dazzling.

　　 Turned to a small road, and William knew he was there before Adams who led the way introduced him.

　　 A tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door. A pig head that was chopped off was painted on it. There was no shop name—because of this pig head, this place was called the pig head bar.

"right here?"

　　 William issued a clear question.

　　 During the time he lived in the Broken Cauldron Bar, a question came to his mind from time to time. Is there any place in this world that is narrower and darker than the Broken Cauldron Bar?

　　 Due to the acceptable environment on the second floor and the fear of old Tom turning his face, William’s doubt has never been answered.

　　 But today, this question finally has an answer.

　　 The room should be as narrow and narrow as possible, dark and dark. Although it is a two-story building, if you look at it from a distance, you definitely think it is a one and a half buildings with an attic.

　　 From the outside, William couldn’t even find a window here!

　　 Is this a bar or a nightclub?

　　 But Adams laughed instead, "Well, people who come here for the first time think so. You will know when there are more. This is a good place."

　　 Pulled and pulled, William was dragged in.

　　 As a result, the interior decoration did not bring him any surprises—small and dirty, dim and dull, and there was a strange smell in the house.

　　 The entire bar has neither expanded the space with magic, nor has any gorgeous decorations, even if it is placed in the Muggle world, it is the worst tavern, let alone in the wizarding world.

'That's it? ’

　　 William was completely disappointed with the highly recommended Pig Head Bar.

　　 If it wasn't for a colleague who brought him here, he even suspected that he had become a bartender.

　　 "Well, you take William to sit down first, I'll go to the bar to get a drink."

　　 Adams instructed Xinjid, and he was upset without a drink.

　　 But it’s amazing. Hinged, who has always liked to squabble with him, didn’t even make a gesture, so he took William to a more partial table.

　　 When it was not long, Adams came over with a bunch of unopened wine.

　　 "Everything is good here, except for the wine glass, I suspect that the boss's rag was handed down during the Merlin era."

　　 Because of his words, William looked at the bar-the boss was holding a dirty rag and wiping carelessly against a wine glass. It is estimated that the rag will be much cleaner in a while.

　　 When he turned around, Adams had already taken out the cup he had brought and filled it up.

　　 A glass of wine with smoke and flames.

　　 The other two could not wait to pour the wine in. William carefully removed the bandage and took a sip—not as strong as he imagined.

　　 By the time he managed to take half a cup with confidence, the two people at the table had already started to serve the second cup.

　　 "Huh, it still smells like that!"

　　 Adams raised his glass, drank it in William's surprised eyes, and then began to pick up the third glass of wine, and began to turn around the bar.

　　 William gave up drinking altogether, his eyes began to follow Adams' actions.

　　 First it was a guy with the same bandage. The two had a drink. Adams walked a bottle from the table, then the next house. The other party waved his hand. Adams turned his head and jumped to another table...

　　 "He drinks so badly?"

　　 "No, he is just venting, and it will be fine after the lap is over."

　　 Professor of Alchemy sipped the wine, his tone was unspeakable and relaxed.

　　 "Well, Professor William, I want to have a quiet drink, and wait for Adams to come back and explain to you. He talks more than ever."

　　 Seeing William seemed to have the meaning of asking again, Singid put one hand on the table, showing a clear attitude of refusing to continue communicating.

　　 William had to drink quietly while watching Adams spin around the house like a headless fly.

As he turned and drank, Adams' footsteps soon began to tremble a little, and swayed and ran to the table where they were chatting quietly-the interrupted two were dull, and William even thought they were going to do something. But before he stood up, the two waved away Adams like a fly.

　　 When Adams turned back again, the half of his face that was not covered by the shadow of the hood was already red.

　　 "It's still a good time at the pig's head bar — William, come and have a drink?"

"Come."

William drank the remnants of the glass in one gulp, poured the wine that Adams didn't know where he came from, and touched the dung stone in his inner pocket-a universal antidote in potions-very good, still .

　　 "Cheers."

　　 "Cheers."

　　 Adams lay on the table and looked at William with his head tilted.

"Hey~www.NovelMTL.com~William, look, pig’s head bar, okay? The bar outside is not as comfortable here—I tell you, no one here cares about who you are, although most people come for business Things, but there are a lot of people who want to drink like I do."

"Being a professor is very tired, so you have to face the students, otherwise the bear kids will use magic to burn a hole on the roof. It will be light. I usually want to find someone to chat. Huo, your former professor, your former professor Professor, your former principal, could you talk to the students?"

　　 "The guy Sinjid doesn't like to talk. No one knows him here, and he can even stay there for an afternoon. Don't look at him not talking, he always likes this side!"

　　 There is such a thing?

　　 William took a curious look and found that the alchemy professor didn't look at him at all, as if he was enjoying the silence of a person.

Adams didn’t care about William’s reaction. He talked about the trouble of being a professor at Hogwarts—mostly he just wanted to talk, and didn’t care if anyone listened. William understood what was in front of Hinged. Meaning.

　　 After understanding this, William began to pay attention to the surrounding environment.

I have to admit that, as Adams said, this is a good place. Everyone can freely indulge themselves here because they can put on makeup. In addition, William found three guys who trade fakes. Undertake the black market task at Hogwarts.

　　‘It’s kind of interesting, this shop—but what is the background of the shop owner that allows the school to open one eye and close one eye here to allow illegal transactions? ’

　　‘I think what those are doing, this time I came out to have fun, there are so many—fuck! ’

　　William spit out inwardly, and quickly moved away, but after a step slow, Adams had already vomited out.