From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Pig's Head Bar, a strange name.

This name may be very reliable in the Muggle world, but in the wizarding world, it will be weird no matter how you think about it.

Isn't it better to have a tap bar or a mountain monster bar?

But this kind of question is more appropriate to put on students. For professors of his age, it is a bit too naive - one of the pains of adults is that they can no longer show their unrestrained desires.

Only the old and young are popular, the middle ones...

Passing through the long corridor, Adams took the lead and began to lead William and the others around Hogsmeade. William originally thought that his strange outfit would attract attention, but during the last leg of the journey, Most of the people around him were dressed in this strange way, and occasionally there were a few people dressed in normal clothes, which looked extremely dazzling.

Turning to a small road, William knew where he was before Adams, who was leading the way, introduced him.

A tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door, with a severed pig's head painted on it. There was no store name - because of this pig's head, this place was called the Pig's Head Bar.

"right here?"

William asked in obvious doubt.

During the time he lived in the Leaky Cauldron, a question would pop up in his mind from time to time. Is there any place in the world that is narrower and darker than the Leaky Cauldron?

Because the environment on the second floor was acceptable, and because he was afraid that Old Tom would fall out, William's question remained unanswered.

But today, this question finally has an answer.

The house should be as narrow as possible and as dark as possible. Although it is a two-story building, if you look at it from a distance, you would definitely think it was a one-and-a-half-story building 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, everyone who comes here for the first time thinks so. If you come here more often, you will know that this is a good place."

After pulling and pulling, William was dragged in.

As a result, the interior decoration did not bring him any surprise - it was narrow, dirty, dark, and there was a strange smell in the house.

The entire bar has neither magically expanded its space nor any gorgeous decorations. Even in the Muggle world, it is the worst bar, let alone the wizarding world.

'That's it? ’

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

If it hadn't been for his colleagues who brought him here, he would have even suspected that he had been deceived by the bartender.

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

Adams was instructing Singed, looking like he was getting high without drinking.

But amazingly, Xinged, who always liked to quarrel, took William directly to a remote table without even making a gesture.

Not long after, Adams came over with a pile of unopened wine.

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

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

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

A glass of smoking, flaming wine.

The other two people couldn't wait to drink the wine. William carefully removed the bandage and took a sip - it was not as strong as expected.

By the time he drank half the glass with confidence, the two people at the table had already started to take the second glass.

"Huh, it still smells the same!"

Adams raised the glass and drank it in one gulp under William's surprised gaze. Then he started to pick up the third glass of wine and started walking around the bar.

William simply gave up drinking and began to follow Adams' actions with his eyes.

First there was a guy who was also wearing a bandage. The two had a drink together. Adams took a bottle from the other person's table, and then the next person. The other person waved his hand, and Adams turned around and jumped to another table...

"Is he so drunk?"

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

The alchemy professor sipped his wine, his tone indescribably relaxed.

"Okay, Professor William, I want to drink quietly for a while and wait for Adams to come back and explain to you. He talks more than ever at this time."

Seeing that William seemed to want to ask more questions, Singed put one hand on the table, showing an obvious refusal to continue communicating.

William had no choice but to drink quietly while watching Adams wander around the room like a headless fly.

While turning around and drinking, Adams soon began to stagger a little, and he ran to the table where he was chatting quietly. The two people who were interrupted looked sullen, and William even thought they were going to fight. But before he could stand up, the two of them waved Adams away like flies.

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

"It's better to have a good time at the Pig's Head Bar - William, come and have a drink?"

"Come."

William drank up the rest of the glass in one gulp, poured in the wine that Adams had brought from somewhere, and touched the bezoar in his inner pocket - a universal antidote in potions - very good, still there .

"cheers."

"cheers."

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

"Hey, William, look, the Pig's Head Bar, okay? No other bar outside is as comfortable as here - let me tell you, no one here cares who you are. Although most people come here to buy and sell things, like me There are quite a few people who want to drink that much.”

"Being a professor is very tiring. You have to keep a straight face to the students, otherwise those naughty kids will burn holes in the roof with magic. I usually want to find someone to chat with. Huo, your former professor, your former professor Professor, your former principal, did you go to chat with students?"

"That guy Singed usually doesn't like to talk. No one knows him when he comes here. He can even stay there all afternoon. Even if he doesn't talk, he always likes it here!"

Is there 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 being alone.

Adams didn't care about William's reaction. He kept talking about the troubles of being a professor at Hogwarts - probably he just wanted to talk and didn't care if anyone listened. William understood what Singed was talking about. Got it.

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

I have to admit, as Adams said, this is a good place. Because you can put on makeup, everyone can freely indulge themselves here. In addition, William discovered three guys who deal in fake goods. There are probably more people here. Take on the black market mission here at Hogwarts.

‘This store is interesting—but what is the background of the store owner that allows the school to turn a blind eye and allow illegal transactions? ’

‘What do I think those are for? I came out just for fun this time, how come there are so many—fuck! ’

William complained in his heart and quickly got out of the way, but a step too late, Adams had already vomited it out.