get-shopping Chapter 412 Bankrupt Aberforth
Chapter 412 Bankrupt Aberforth
Chapter 412 Bankrupt Aberforth
Not only the American Witch, even William and Hermione were dragged to the Pig's Head Bar by the old man.
In his words: I am an old man who is dying, I can't see the way, there are not many wizards to send me, halfway...what if I lost the goat.
not going?Don't dare not to go, if you say no, people will lie on the ground and touch porcelain.
William could see that the old man was really a bartender, and he was specially blocking the intersection to lure wizards to the Pig's Head Bar.
The old man said he was blind, but he didn't look like a blind man at all. He took a few people with ease and walked towards the Pig's Head Bar.
At the door of the bar, there was a dilapidated wooden signboard hanging on a rusty bracket.
The sign showed the severed head of a wild boar, blood seeping through the white cloth it was wrapped in.
The three hesitated outside the door.
No wonder everyone only takes pictures outside and doesn't want to go in for a drink.
Just by looking at the decoration at the door, you can tell that the inside is dilapidated.So they can only cheat little wizards and sell them high-strength alcohol to maintain their lives.
In this way, the bar owner really has a deep background.
In the entire Hogsmeade village, only here dared to secretly sell hard liquor to little wizards.
The bar is still fine now, it hasn't closed down, and Dumbledore didn't come to the door and kill the boss.
This store must be 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 business of the vice principal's family.
He also has a series of real economies such as canteens, bookstores, stationery stores...etc.
So whose relatives belonged to this bar?
William guessed in his heart that if it wasn't Professor Snape, there was a high probability that it was Trelawney, the old house girl.
One of the two is always biased; the other is an alcoholic, and a bottle of sherry can fill several divination classrooms.
Apart from the two of them, William couldn't think of any other professor who would be so shameless.
Later, he went to the headmaster's real-name system to report, to completely put an end to this evil trend, and return Hogwarts to a bright future!
"Come on, let's go in," William said.
Hermione held William's hand tightly, but she wasn't too scared.
When they were in Paris, they went to the Tauren Bar, and there was a big scene.
Hermione didn't say anything else, a trip to France made her a lot more courageous.
In the past, it was just violating school rules, but now it is violating the law, so I don't care too much.
William glanced at the witch. She hid her head under a thick knitted hat and couldn't see her face clearly.
However, he was keenly aware that the other party glanced at the two of them several times.
American tourists... Is it Tom's new horse?
Surprisingly, the door looked dirty and messy, but after entering the bar, it was very clean.
Fred and George have been here many times to buy whiskey, according to their description:
The Pig's Head is small, dark, very dirty, and reeks of lamb.
At this time, the bar was still very dark, but the floor was not dirty at all, the bar counter had been wiped spotless, and there was still a smell of wormwood in the air.
William soon understood the reason, and saw a house elf running quickly from behind the counter.
He was dressed in a mess, with a white scarf wrapped around his head, a white flower robe, purple wide-leg pants on his legs, and carrot shoes on his feet...
Piccolo...is that you?
The house-elf bowed deeply, lowered his head to the ground, and screamed excitedly, "Sir, you're back!"
"Are there no guests in the morning?" The old man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes.
It turns out that he is not blind, this boss is really tricky.
"No." The house-elf flicked his pointed ears.
"There have been no guests for several months. If this continues, our father and I will form a group to beg for food!"
The old man made a loud voice, splashing his saliva, and cursed:
"Damn dementors, they come to patrol every morning and evening, and the guests are afraid to come!"
After a while, he sprayed both Fudge and Auror, which can be called... Hogsmeade No. 1 for elegance and easy-going.
"Sir, during the time you were out, I cleaned the store twice again." The house elf blinked her big innocent eyes.
The old man was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands and said, "It doesn't count, I didn't see it, it doesn't count! No salary!"
"Okay." The elf lowered his head, a little frustrated.
"Hurry up and serve wine to the guests, I managed to get them here from the intersection." The old man raised his head and said on his own: "First, a few bottles of butter beer..."
"I just want a glass of water." The witch said hastily.
"Huh?" The old man's eyebrows intertwined.
He looked unbelievable, as if he was saying: "Come to the bar, you just drink water, look down on me?"
"Oh, well...then have a bottle." The witch had no choice but to change her words.
"Hurry up, kid, didn't you hear the guest say four bottles?" the old man said loudly.
The house-elf looked at the witch in bewilderment, and under the old man's gaze, had no choice but to fetch four bottles of wine.
"what about you?"
"Little wizards 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, she was not very happy to hear someone speak ill of her headmaster.
"A bottle of mead will do." William said softly:
"I only brought the money for one bottle, I won't pay if there is more, you can ask the principal for it."
"Oh, well... I don't like drinking that, it's too low in alcohol and very sweet." The old man grumbled.
The house-elf first brought four bottles of wine to the witch, then dragged the tray 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 so excited that the tray in his hand was not stable, fell to the ground, and shattered.
The elf stood there for a moment, trembling all over, dumbfounded by his own stupidity.
"Bad Dobby, broke a guest's drink."
He rushed headlong to the nearest table and started banging his head on it, screaming, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
The witch was terrified, and it was the first time she had encountered such a scene.
William waved his wand, and Dobby was controlled by the magic, and his body moved away from the table.
The figure of the old man appeared through the back door again, and he said loudly and harshly: "Dobby, I should have said, don't punish yourself!
If you don't obey me again, you will be fired. "
The old man's words seemed to have an effect, and Dobby slowly calmed down.
He said in a trembling voice: "Dobby knows, and Dobby won't do it anymore... The wine payment will be deducted from his salary."
"If you don't tell me, I will deduct it too. The money I earn a month is not enough to pay you." The old man disappeared.
Dobby took another bottle of wine.
William asked, "Did you just say your name was Dobby? The house-elf of 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 exchanged glances; they had indeed heard Harry mention it.
Last school year, a house-elf prevented Harry from going back to school.
William found out from the elf in the school kitchen that Dobby was the elf of the Malfoy family.
"Dobby, why do you know us?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"The newspapers are full of your photos." Dobby said excitedly.
"I've also heard Harry Potter mention that Mr Stark defeated 'The Unspeakable', saving his and Mr Weasley's lives.
Mister Stark is such a nice guy. "
The witch turned her ears sideways, trying to eavesdrop.
Dobby bowed again. "By the way, is Mr. Harry Potter here?"
William shook his head: "No, he went to Professor McGonagall for confinement."
"Oh, that's too bad." Dobby shrank his head in fear.
He was shocked that Harry Potter would be locked up.Isn't the boy who survived a catastrophe a good student with excellent grades and excellent academic performance?
Incredible.
"Dobby, why are you here?" Hermione asked with interest.
Dobby screamed excitedly, "Professor Dumbledore introduced Dobby to a new job.
You know, a house-elf who gets fired, it's hard to find a new job, it's really hard, especially with Dobby asking for a salary.
Then, Professor Dumbledore asked his brother, Mr. Dumbledore, to take me in. "
"Wait, that old man is the professor's younger brother?" William asked in shock.
Okay, excuse me.
Since he is the younger brother of Professor Dumbledore, it is not a big deal to sell high-quality alcohol to the students.
Just exercise the students' alcohol tolerance in advance, which is good for the future workplace...
Whistleblower Program,
cancel!
"Yes, Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore is really a good man." Dobby said happily: "He is the first good wizard who is willing to pay Dobby's salary.
Dobby gets five sickles for cleaning the bar once... Dobby cleans ten times a day! "
Ten times a day is two Galleons and sixteen Sickles, and a month is 88 Galleons and four Sickles...
Basically equivalent to the salary of a Hogwarts professor.
And recently, because of Black, everyone is reluctant to go out, which leads to a downturn in the bar business.
No wonder, the old man has to go to the roadside to solicit customers in person.
Because he was going to be bankrupted by Dobby...'wiped'!
Bang!
An explosion suddenly sounded from the backyard.
"Ahhh~"
Aberforth came running from the backyard in a panic, and the old man growled, "Dobby, my goat!"
"Well, sir, I've cleaned them all," said Dobby apprehensively.
"How did you do that!" Aberforth yelled angrily.
"Just wash it first...they're full of fleas...I put the wool..."
Aberforth dragged out a sheep from behind. The sheep was bare and all its wool had been sheared.
puff!
William and Hermione spat all the mead out of their mouths.
"My favorite...goat curly...gone..."
Aberforth's vision went dark, and he passed out on the ground.
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(End of this chapter)