Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 345 Pig's Head Bar
Turning into an alley from Hogsmeade's central avenue, Snape came to a small bar.

A tattered wooden sign hangs from rusty supports, with a picture of a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that wraps it.

The Pig's Head Pub, this was the destination of Snape's trip.

It is different from the bright and bright Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade.

Most of the people here cover their faces tightly, and they speak softly, as if everyone is telling secrets that cannot be shared with others.

But Snape didn't hide anything, he stroked his half-length hair that had just been washed, and walked in with hurried steps.

"Crench."

Pushing open the door, the room was small, dark, very dirty, and full of mutton smell.

All eyes were on the unobstructed Snape, either from under the brim of the hat or from the scarf.

"Professor at Hogwarts."

"I remember him likes to trade in Knockturn Alley."

"In the Pig's Head Bar, it seems a bit disrespectful to the rules here."

There were small and broken voices, but Snape didn't care.

He glanced at the bar with the eyes of interrogating students, and finally settled on the person sitting in the corner.

"Uncommon, Snape, what would you like?"

The boss, who was tall and thin, with long hair and gray beard, shouted from a distance, finally making Snape look away from that corner.

"Firewhiskey, thank you."

Snape said something, and looked into the corner again.

At this time, the person who covered half of his face with a scarf and a hat, and only showed his mouth when drinking, happened to be looking at him.

Snape waved his hand at the opponent, but the opponent lowered his head and lowered his hat deliberately.

"He doesn't seem to want to talk to you, Snape, don't make trouble here."

The bar owner tilted the table and pushed the newly lit flaming whiskey forward, "Your wine."

"We're friends, Aberforth, the good kind."

Snape said as he stepped forward to pick up his drink, then turned and walked towards the corner.

"Ah."

Aberforth let out a short, dismissive laugh, and then ignored him.

And Snape, who was walking towards the corner with the wine glass, also met the rejecting gaze of the man who wrapped himself up extremely tightly.

"Augu..."

Just as Snape spoke, the other party interrupted him without waiting for him to finish.

"Hey, Snape, don't scream."

As the man said, he deliberately lowered the brim of his hat again, and lifted the scarf up.

So far, only his eyes are exposed, making it difficult to distinguish his identity.

"I'm always going to call you that, right?"

Snape sat across from the man, and moved the chair in disgust, away from the bay window, which was thick with grime.

"Oh, you can call me like that." The person opposite said in a low voice and quickly, "Are you here to find me?"

"Yes, oh, that's obvious," Snape said.

"What are you going to do?" The voice of the person on the other side was full of dissatisfaction, "You always ran into me in the Department of Affairs, I've had enough, Snape, tell that person, I won't go back again."

"Really not going back?" Snape asked, sipping a glass of wine.

The person on the opposite side shook his head vigorously, looking very determined.

The bar owner glanced here curiously from a distance, twisted his ears, and seemed to hear the conversation between the two clearly.

Then his frown suddenly unfolded, as if he wanted to understand something.

"This is... August Rookwood?"

He looked at the wanted notice of the Ministry of Magic stuck on the pillar of the bar. The figure in a photo on the side of the head was very similar to the person in the corner.

But the pub owner, Dumbledore's younger brother, apparently hadn't informed the Ministry of Magic's thoughts.

He just curled his lips, and lay down lazily on the greasy bar.

It looked as if he had lost interest in Snape and August's exchange.

"If you don't want to go back there."

Snape swung his wine glass, looked at the flickering flames and asked, "Then what do you think of that opposing camp?"

The body of the person opposite was visibly stiff, and then his brows were furrowed together, causing him to look at Snape with wide eyes.

"Are you sure it's not a joke?"

Augustus' words were filled with incredible emotions.

"Do you think I'm joking? Oh, you've got to make choices, just like always, don't you?" Snape said.

Augustus shook his head, and from his barely exposed face, it could be seen that it was a smile.

"I've had enough, Snape, and I don't want to be involved in this again, either way."

His voice was still gentle, but his gentle tone revealed a decisive attitude.

Snape frowned, and said, "But you've already been caught in it, look at you now, you have to come to this hellish place even to drink."

As he spoke, he glanced at the ground in disgust.

It looked like compacted mud, but in fact it was originally paved with what looked like centuries of dirt.

"I'm free in the Department of Affairs, you know, as long as I don't leave there..."

"You left anyway, didn't you?" Snape asked, interrupting him.

August fell into a long silence, but from his eyes, it was impossible to tell whether he was thinking or in a daze.

Finally, August, who had been down for a while, raised his head, looked at Snape and said, "Being a double agent is very dangerous, isn't it?"

Snape nodded with a smile, "But you never lose, right?"

August pulled a smile, then shook his head again.

He seemed too lazy to argue, took a sip of the wine on his own, and didn't say a word.

Snape also drank alone in silence for a while, without making a sound for a long time.

The two remained silent for a long time, until the wine in August's glass bottomed out.

"That guy at school wasn't necessarily all that good in my opinion, Snape, he's too old and has been through too much."

August reached out and tapped his temple, "You can't beat him, trust me."

After he finished speaking, he got up and seemed ready to leave here.

"Wait a minute, O, maybe I have a new proposal."

Snape stopped him again, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Augustus stopped, looked down at Snape suspiciously for a moment, then shook his head.

"I'm tired, Snape, I've had a good time in the Department and don't want to be involved in anything anymore, that's all."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left without hesitation, and walked out of the Pig's Head Bar.

Snape was stunned for a moment, and the moment August pushed the door away, he quickly chased him out.

"Pay, Snape."

Before Snape was about to open the door, the boss who seemed to be asleep behind the bar suddenly said.

"Crash~"

Five Sickles were thrown onto the bar, and Snape walked out of the Hog's Head without looking back.

(End of this chapter)