A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 461 Pig Head Bar? I'm afraid you missed a zero.

The tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty stand and featured a severed boar's head.

A gust of cold wind blew by, the signboard creaked, and the three of them also became messy in the wind.

"Is this the place they chose?" Xilin asked in surprise, "I bet that no students would come here normally."

"Perhaps that's why they decided to hold the meeting here!" Aaron smiled forcefully, then opened the door and walked in.

"Hey!" Draco showed a disgusted expression as soon as he came in, "How long has it been since this floor was cleaned?"

"I don't know." Xilin looked at the thick layer of dirt on the ground, her expression not very good, "It's probably decades at least.

Not only were the floors unwashed, but so were the windows.

No light can even come in. The most important thing is the smell here... I don't like the smell of mutton. "

"You should be mentally prepared." Aaron didn't care much and found a relatively clean seat to sit down.

He had participated in the dwarf expedition, and the environment at that time was dozens of times worse than here.

There were only a few guests in the small, dark and dirty room. They wrapped themselves so tightly that their faces were almost invisible.

The owner of the bar walked out of the back door. He was a tall, thin old man with long gray-white hair and beard, and a pair of blue eyes.

The moment Aaron saw this person, his pupils could not help but shrink slightly, and he felt speechless in his heart.

He was pretty sure it was his first time meeting this man, but he was also sure that the bar owner was a master, maybe even a great mage.

But after taking a look at his appearance, Aaron was not so surprised.

This old man is estimated to be over a hundred years old. With his excellent talent and a hundred years of accumulation, it seems that it is natural for him to reach the rank of Grand Mage.

And if you just open a tavern... you probably want to live in seclusion, so there's no need to worry.

"Want something to drink?"

"What's here?" Aaron asked with a smile.

"Butterbeer, Firewhiskey."

"Then..."

"Senior." Xilin hurriedly stopped him, "I personally think this place is very hygienic..."

"You can go out if you don't want to drink." The boss said calmly, "Other customers are not as picky as you."

"Firewhiskey." Aaron placed the order directly, and then took out three cups from Abe's pocket. "They each have a cup of butterbeer. You don't mind if I use my own cup!"

The boss looked at the three empty cups and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

But he didn't say anything, picked up the cup and walked behind the bar.

"I really wonder if the drinks here are expired." Draco said unhappily.

"No." Aaron said firmly, "Look at those guests, aren't they drinking well?"

"Ten Sickles."

The boss placed three drinks on the bar. The middle one was burning with red flames, and wisps of white smoke continued to emerge from the mouth of the cup.

Aaron took out another gold galleon from Abe's pocket and threw it on the bar.

"There's no need to look for it, there are three more friends coming later.

Could you please prepare three more butterbeers? They'll be here soon. "

The boss put the galleons into the wooden cash drawer, and the drawer opened automatically and he swallowed the coins.

"Do you need a straw?" the boss asked. "It is generally not recommended for students to drink this kind of wine."

"No need." Aaron ignored the flames above, picked up the cup and drank.

The bar owner raised his eyebrows, while Draco and Siren looked surprised.

"Isn't it hot?" Xilin asked worriedly.

"It's okay, but don't imitate me." Aaron said unconcernedly, and then pushed two glasses of butterbeer in front of the two of them.

At this time, the door of the bar opened again, and the three Harrys walked in.

They couldn't help but gasp when they looked at the environment in the room.

"Hmph!" Draco snorted coldly, "You guys really know how to choose a place."

"It's a little more remote, but safer." Hermione said with a complicated expression.

"I'm afraid you've never been to this place yourself!"

Hermione was speechless for a moment. This was indeed her first time in this bar.

"Okay, the location doesn't matter." Aaron waved his hand, "I also ordered a cup of butterbeer for the three of you. There are no other drinks here, so just drink it!"

"Then what do you..." Ron looked at the firewhiskey in Aaron's hand with excitement, "Can I try this?"

"sure!

The price is three times the price of butterbeer, almost a third of a galleons, and you pay for it yourself. "

Ron's face suddenly fell. He didn't have that much money.

"Haha!" Draco laughed very unkindly, "This is a bit overwhelming. Weasley is famously poor."

"I'll pay." Harry stood up and said.

"No, we can't drink this kind of wine yet." Hermione said with a bad look on her face, and then looked at Aaron helplessly, "You are a prefect after all, you should set an example from the starting point!"

Aaron smiled and said nothing. He had a huge wine cellar at home. He didn't have those things when he was in cram school, so he might not be able to endure it.

"You don't need to worry about this." Siren looked at Hermione and said with interest, "We Slytherins are different from your Gryffindors."

She bit hard in the second half of the sentence, making a very clear distinction between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Hermione then looked at the fourth-year Slytherin. The two girls looked at each other, with arcs of electricity appearing in their eyes, and the atmosphere instantly became weird.

Harry and Ron didn't dare to take a breath. Draco watched the confrontation between the two with interest, while Aaron secretly said he was bored and didn't care.

Bang!

Three dusty bottles were placed on the table.

The bar owner glanced at Aaron, then his eyes lingered on Harry's scar for a few seconds, "Your butterbeer."

"Disappointing." Draco curled his lips.

Harry and Ron also complained that their boss had no eyesight. This scene was quite rare.

Hermione and Siren seemed to react, calmed down their momentum, picked up their wine glasses and clinked them in tacit agreement.

"Is it almost time?" Aaron asked.

"I told them the exact time when I informed them." Hermione looked at her watch anxiously, "But students don't usually come here, so they may be a few minutes late."

"If no one really comes, that would be the best thing." Draco said bluntly, "The more people there are, the greater the pressure will be on him, right?

I didn't agree with him teaching you three, let alone calling an extra group of people. "

"No." Aaron waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's just three or five. Besides, no one is coming now? It's just a false alarm."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the bar opened.

Two long shadows were illuminated by the sun on the ground, and then a third one appeared, and a fourth one...

The first to come in were George, Fred, and Lee Jordan, followed by the other three members of the Gryffindor team, and then Neville, Dean, Lavender, Ginny, Luna, and Autumn Zhang. , the Creevey brothers, and the four prefects from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, in addition to some students Aaron couldn't name.

"Three or five, huh?" The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and then he glared at Hermione fiercely, "You're probably missing a zero!"

"This, this shows that Umbridge is indeed very disappointing." Hermione said far-fetched.

"This is too bullying!" Xilin said angrily, "This is not the same as promised."

"You did this on purpose, right?" Draco also said coldly, "There are people in every grade. Are you sure you're not making things difficult?"

"This is really not true." Harry didn't know how to explain it. "We didn't expect so many people to come."

"Yes! It's enough to form a class." Ron nodded.

"The bar owner probably didn't expect it either." Xilin said. The owner was staring at this scene in shock. He had never seen so many people in his bar.

"Boss, please give us..." Fred paused and counted the number of people carefully before continuing: "Twenty-five bottles of butterbeer."

The bar owner nodded and placed bottles of dusty butterbeer on the bar.

"Thank you!" Fred handed out the beer, "Everyone please contribute some money, I don't have that much money to buy beer."

"No need." Aaron said hurriedly, and then took out four gold galleons from Abe's pocket, "Just treat it as my invitation to everyone."

Fred didn't refuse. He knew that Aaron was not short of the money.

"Everyone, sit down first," Hermione said. "We will have a rest for a while and then we will meet again."

More than twenty students each found a seat and sat down, enjoying their first glass of wine in the morning.

call!

Aaron took a deep breath, "Is it too late for me to leave now?"

"You can't leave." Hermione hurriedly grabbed Aaron's arm, "This is when we need you the most."

"Believe Harry, he can definitely do it." Aaron said seriously, "He is the Boy Who Lived. He is definitely more than enough to teach these people."

Harry:......

"Put your hands down." Siren looked at Hermione with an evil expression, "You were the senior who deceived me first."

"Aaron was very reluctant when I suggested bringing Crabbe and Gorga in. I didn't expect you... It's so shameless."

Harry and Ron both lowered their heads in embarrassment. If they were usually teased by Malfoy like this, they would have to fight back, but now they were really embarrassed.

Aaron tried to free himself from Hermione's hands, but she wouldn't let go.

"Why didn't I realize you were so thick-skinned before?" Aaron said angrily, "I have my own things to do, and I really can't teach so many people."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Hermione felt guilty but at the same time acted very determined, "They all came here because they believed in you."

Aaron laughed inwardly. If it hadn't been for the education he had received since childhood, he would have started to curse.

I didn’t know anything yet, so I fell into such a big hole in a daze.

"Can you help us this time?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"I didn't say I wouldn't help you. In fact, I had a hard time convincing myself to come over and even raised the standard to five.

But you directly doubled it five times for me. "Aaron was about to cry, but without tears, he said, "I'm not prepared at all, and I won't let you play like this. "

"I'll be your assistant." Harry interjected. "It won't be that difficult for both of us together."

Hearing this, Aaron fell into a brief tangle.

"Let me be fair, Potter." Draco said disdainfully, "It's not that I look down on you, but can you teach me?"

"That's why I said assistant." Harry said impatiently.

"Nothing to hesitate about?" Hermione immediately struck while the iron was hot, "This matter is not as difficult as you think."

"Isn't it difficult? Do you believe this?" Draco said sarcastically.

"Actually...it's not impossible."

"You..." Draco wanted to say something more, but Aaron glared back.

As for Xilin, she drank her butterbeer silently. The seniors all agreed, and all she needed to do was support her.

A few minutes later, more than twenty people were sitting together in a corner of the bar.

Opposite them were the somewhat hopeless Aaron, two proud Slytherins, and three awkward and reserved Gryffindors.

"Uh, hi!" Hermione greeted, "Everyone knows why we are here. We need a teacher, a competent teacher, a teacher with real experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Why?" Michael Corner asked.

"There's no reason?" Aaron said immediately, "If you don't want to learn, you can leave now.

To be honest, no one wants you to leave more than me. "

"Uh...I didn't mean that. I was just curious about why you gathered us here."

"Because the mysterious man is back, idiot." Ron said angrily.

After the words fell, everyone had different reactions, including panic, nervousness, doubt, and disdain.

"What evidence is there to prove that the mysterious man is back?" asked a yellow-haired Hufflepuff.

"Dumbledore said so," Hermione said.

"Dumbledore said that because Potter said so, the question is where is the evidence?"

Some people turned their attention to Harry, hoping that he could give an explanation.

"I won't tell you." Harry stood up, "If you want to hear this, please come back!"

"I don't think there is any evidence!" Draco mocked sarcastically, and then looked at the others, "If you want to understand Mr. Potter's lies, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"In fact, he didn't lie." Aaron suddenly said, "Voldemort is indeed back."

Everyone's attention was instantly attracted. Harry's face flashed with joy, feeling that he was no longer alone. However, Draco was inexplicably embarrassed, and his face turned blue and purple.

"Are you serious?" The yellow-haired Hufflepuff looked at Aaron suspiciously, "But if it's true, why have you been testifying for Potter for more than a month?"

"Is it useful to testify?" Aaron asked, "You don't believe the words of the savior, you don't believe the words of the greatest White Devil of this century, do I expect you to believe a Slytherin?

Don't be ridiculous, although I don't care, being called a liar by the Daily Prophet will still affect my mood. "