Not only the American witch, but also William and Hermione were pulled to Pig Head Bar by the old man.

In his words: I am an old man who is dying and cannot see the way. There are not many wizards who send it to you. What should I do if the goat is lost?

Don’t go? But you dare not go, but you say you can’t go, and they will lie on the ground and hit the bullet.

William could see that the old man was really a wine shop, and he was blocking the intersection and recruiting wizards to go to the Pighead Bar.

The old man said he was blind, but he didn't look blind at all. He was familiar with the passage and walked towards the Pig Head Bar.

At the door of the bar, there is a broken wood sign hanging from the rusty bracket.

The sign was painted with a cut-off wild boar head, and blood penetrated the white cloth wrapped around it.

The three of them hesitated outside the door.

No wonder everyone only takes photos outside and doesn't want to go in and drink.

Just by looking at the decorations at the door, you will know that it is in a mess. You can only deceive the little wizards and make a living by selling them high-concentration wine.

In this way, the bar owner has a deep background.

In the entire Hogsmeade village, only here dares to secretly sell strong wine to the little wizard.

The bar is still fine now, and it has not closed down, and Dumbley has not come to him and killed the boss.

This store is definitely opened by relatives of the school leaders.

William is particularly experienced because in his previous life, the only snack shop in the school was the family industry of the vice principal's family.

He also has a series of real economies such as canteens, bookstores, stationery stores, etc.

So, whose relative belongs to this bar?

William guessed in his heart that it was not Professor Snape, but probably the old housewife Trelawney.

One of them is accustomed to being biased; the other is addicted to alcohol, and the bottle of Sherry can fill several divination classes.

Apart from the two of them, William really couldn't imagine that any professor would be so shameless.

He went back to the principal's real-name reporting system to completely eliminate this unhealthy trend and give Hogwarts a bright world!

"Let's go in, let's go in." William said.

Hermione held William's hand tightly, but she was not too scared.

When they were in Paris, they also went to the Taurus Bar and had a big fuss.

Not to mention anything else, Hermione was much more courageous when she traveled to France.

I used to violate school rules, but now I don’t care much about it.

William glanced at the witch, and she hid her head under her thick knitted hat, unable to see her face clearly.

But he was keenly aware that the other party glanced at them several times.

American tourists...Is Tom's new horseman?

Surprisingly, the door looked dirty and messy, but after entering the bar, it was very clean.

Fred and George have come here many times to buy whiskey, according to their description:

The Pig Head Bar is small and dark, very dirty, and exudes a strong smell of sheep.

At this time, the bar was still very dark, but the ground was not dirty at all, the bar was spotlessly wiped, and there was a smell of mugwort in the air.

William soon knew the reason, and saw a house elf running quickly from behind the counter.

He was wearing a mess, with a white scarf wrapped around his head, a white flower robe, purple wide-leg pants in his legs, and carrot shoes in his feet...

The Great Demon King of Pic...is it you?

The house elf bowed deeply and lowered his head to the ground. He screamed excitedly: "Sir, you are back!"

"Didn't there be any guests in the morning?" The old man took off his sunglasses and showed off his bright blue eyes.

It turns out that he is not a blind man. This boss is really a trick.

"No." The house elf shook his sharp ears.

"It has been months since there have been no guests. If this continues, we two will have to form a group to beg for dinner!"

The old man was very loud and his saliva was splashing, and he cursed:

"Damn Dementor, I come to patrol every morning and evening, and the guests dare not come!"

After a while, he sprayed both Faugi and Auror, and he was... the first person to be elegant and easy-going.

"Sir, during your time you went out, I cleaned the store carefully twice." The house elf blinked his innocent big eyes.

The old man was shocked and waved his hand quickly and said, "No, I didn't see it, no! No salary!"

"Okay." The elf lowered his head, a little depressed.

"Hurry up and serve the guests, I finally pulled them from the intersection." The old man looked up and said, "Give me a few bottles of butter beer first..."

"I just need a glass of water." The witch said hurriedly.

"Hmm?" The old man's eyebrows were tangled together.

He looked in disbelief and seemed to be saying, "Come to the bar, just drink water?"

"Oh, okay... Then come a bottle." The witch had to change her words.

"Hurry up, my child, haven't you heard the guests say four bottles?" the old man said loudly.

The house elf looked at the witch in confusion, and under the old man's gaze, he had to get four bottles of wine.

"Where are you?"

"The little wizard can't drink outside." Hermione shook her head.

"It's okay, your principal is a fool, he won't know." The old man snorted.

Hermione frowned, and she was not very happy to hear someone else saying bad things about her principal.

"Just a bottle of honey wine," William whispered:

"I only brought one bottle of money. If I have too much, I won't pay. You go and ask the principal for it."

"Oh, okay... I don't like drinking that, that thing is too low and it's very sweet." The old man murmured.

The house elf first brought four bottles of wine to the witch, then dragged the plate and walked towards William's table.

The old man led his goat and walked towards the backyard.

"Ah, you are Mr. Stark and Miss Granger!" the elf suddenly screamed.

He was too excited, and the tray in his hand was not held steady, and he fell to the ground and broke the ground.

The elf stood for a moment, trembling all over, frightened by his stupid behavior.

"Bad Duobi, breaking the guest's wine."

He rushed towards the nearest table and began to thrust his head hard on it, screaming: "Baddobi!Baddobi!"

The witch was frightened, and this was the first time she encountered such a scene.

William's wand was swung, and Dobby was controlled by magic and his body was away from the table.

The old man's figure appeared in the back door again, and he shouted and sternly: "Dobi, I should have said, don't punish yourself!

If you don’t obey, you will be fired.”

The old man's words seemed to have worked, and Dobi slowly calmed down.

He trembled and said, "Dobi knows, Dobi can't... the money for alcohol will be deducted from his salary."

"If you don't say it, I will deduct it. The money I earn in a month is not enough to pay your salary." The old man disappeared.

Dobby got another bottle of wine.

William asked, "You just said your name is Dobie? The house elf from the Malfoy family?"

"They are no longer my masters." Dobby wiped his eyes.

"With the help of Harry Potter, the old master gave Dobby clothes."

William and Hermione looked at each other, and they did hear Harry mention it.

Last school year, a house elf prevented Harry from returning to school.

William found out from the elf in the school kitchen that Dobby was the elf in the Malfoy family.

"Doby, why did you know us?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"There are photos of you in the newspaper." Dobby said excitedly.

“I also heard from Harry Potter that Mr. Stark defeated the ‘people who cannot be mentioned’ and saved his and Mr. Weasley’s lives.

Mr. Stark is such a good person.”

The witch turned her ears sideways and tried to eavesdrop.

Dobby bowed again and said, "By the way, is Mr. Harry Potter here?"
To be continued...