After entering November, the weather became very cold, and the mountains around Hogwarts Castle were covered with white snow.

In the morning, a layer of frost appeared on the windows. Albert covered a yawn, rolled over and curled up in bed, reluctant to get up. Suddenly, a burst of desperate screams and curses came from the dormitory, "Damn it, why are there no showers today?"

It’s raining.”

"George, shut up." Lee Jordan pulled the sheet over his head and couldn't help complaining, "Don't yell so early in the morning, you're making a lot of noise."

"It's so cold, close the window." Albert, who was huddled in the bed, couldn't help but muttered.

"Are you going into the woods today?" Fred poked his head out of bed and looked at the closed window and asked, "Can we find jumping toadstools in this weather?"

"It's hard to say." Albert suggested, "We should go to Hogsmeade. Do you remember the Pig's Head Bar I once mentioned? It is said that it is a black market trading place. Today, Hogwarts students went to Hogwarts again.

In Maude's life, even if someone accidentally breaks in, it won't be too abrupt."

Albert seems quite mature, and there is no problem pretending that he is a third-year student. Anyway, no one who doesn't know him will know that he is a second-year student.

"Black market? I haven't been to the black market yet. What kind of place is it?" Lee Jordan immediately agreed with Albert's suggestion. Although he couldn't go to the Forbidden Forest to find jumping toadstools, he could go to the black market in Hogsmeade.

It’s actually not bad to go shopping.

"I don't know, but it's best not to expect too much." Albert explained, "I heard about this from Hagrid."

"Go to Hogsmeade!"

After a brief discussion, a few people finalized the decision to go to Hogsmeade.

During breakfast time, everyone was talking about Hogsmeade, and they all looked very excited. However, a few junior students listened eagerly to other senior students talking about the only wizarding village in the UK, and about Hogsmeade.

Something interesting and novel.

After breakfast, the four of them played two more rounds of Wizarding Cards. After they had eaten a little, they headed to Hogsmeade through the secret passage. This journey was very time-consuming. When the four of them walked out of the secret passage, they were all frozen.

Got to tremble.

"First go to Three Broomsticks and have a cup of hot butterbeer to warm up." Albert's suggestion was unanimously approved by several people.

Ms. Rosmerta looked at the four young customers in front of her in surprise, turned her head and looked at the mechanical clock next to her, and asked in surprise, "You actually arrived before the other students?"

Albert warmed his hands on the cup filled with butterbeer, smiled at the bar owner and said, "This is our secret!"

"Oh, well, secret!" Ms. Rosmerta said to herself, "I think I should go get ready, it's going to get busy here soon."

"When do you think the first batch of students will arrive?" Fred sat by the fireplace and warmed himself.

"Anyway, we didn't arrive earlier than us." Li Jordan took a sip of butterbeer, narrowed his eyes comfortably and said, "It would be nice if I could take some back and drink it slowly."

"That's a good idea." Albert turned his head and asked Ms. Rosmerta, "I want to purchase a small barrel of butterbeer."

"That's not okay." Ms. Rosmerta simply refused. "I don't want the headmaster of Hogwarts to write to me and complain that a student is drunk in school."

"Can this thing be drunk?" Albert couldn't help but muttered.

"What a shame."

"I know where to get a lot of butterbeer." Albert said mysteriously after the bar owner left the counter.

"Pig's Head Bar?" Fred immediately guessed what Albert meant.

Albert nodded, indicating that Fred guessed correctly.

After drinking butterbeer and warming their bodies, they got up and left the Three Broomsticks, and began to look around Hogsmeade for the location of the Hog's Head Bar. It should be a relatively remote bar or hotel, and it should be

It doesn't look like much at the edge of the trail. The sign hanging on it should be a pig's head.

Hogsmeade is actually a small village with not many wizards. A few people found the location of the Pig's Head Bar before the students from Hogwarts arrived.

"This is it?" George pointed to the tattered wooden sign with a pig's head in front of him and said to several companions around him. In fact, they didn't spend much time and just walked around Hogsmeade Village, and then walked around the post office on Central Avenue.

Turn into a side road and find the Pig's Head Bar mentioned in the legend.

Albert pretended that he was just passing by, glanced inside, and walked in casually. The bar was small, dark, and very dirty. There was a strong smell of sheep mutton in the air, which was consistent with what he guessed.

The black market is somewhat similar.

The most important thing is that there are no customers here, which is why Albert brought Fred and others in.

"It's so dirty." George couldn't help but muttered.

"Is this a black market?" Li Jordan couldn't hide his disappointment. After being glared at by Albert, he obediently shut his mouth.

As soon as they entered the Pig's Head Bar, Fred and the others began to look around at the environment of the bar. This place and the Three Broomsticks were simply two different worlds.

Thick dirt accumulated on several windows, and little outside light could penetrate into the bar. Candles were lit on the rough wooden tables on both sides.

"It's really choked here." Albert suppressed the irritability in his heart. He had no choice. There were centuries of dirt accumulated under his feet. At first glance, he thought the ground was compacted mud. This made Albert

It directly reminds me of the dung roads in Europe in the Middle Ages, which is really disgusting.

"What do you want to have?" the bar owner murmured as he stepped out of a back door and came towards them.

"Is this a bar?" Albert looked at the tall and thin old man in front of him and asked uncertainly.

"Yeah." The old man with gray hair and white beard responded casually.

"Can we buy a small barrel of butterbeer from here and take it away?" Albert asked again. They had just drank butterbeer and had no plans to continue drinking it here. Moreover, the sanitary conditions of the Pig's Head Bar were worse than expected.

Even worse.

"One galleons." The man bent down and took out a dusty, dirty oak barrel from under the counter, and placed it heavily on the bar.

"Here." Albert took out the Galleons from his pocket and placed it on the rough counter.

"It's really heavy." George reached out to move the barrel, but found that the barrel was a bit heavy.

The bar owner put the money Albert gave him into an old wooden cash drawer. The wooden drawer slid open automatically and swallowed the money.

He took out a dirty rag and began to wipe the wine glass. He looked at the four people with interest, as if he wanted to see how they handled this heavy keg.

"Get out of the way." Albert reached out to push George away, took out the wand from his pocket, waved it at the small barrel of beer, and chanted a spell to shrink it greatly. Then, in full view of everyone, he picked up the small beer barrel,

Put it in the pocket of your robe.

"Why didn't I think of that?" George reached out and patted the back of his head, muttering uncontrollably.

"Let's go." Albert greeted everyone and prepared to leave the Pig's Head Bar. He was not willing to stay here any longer.

"Do you feel that this bar owner looks a bit familiar, as if you have seen him somewhere." Li Jordan said suddenly.

"I feel like I've seen it somewhere before," Fred and George agreed.

Albert glanced at the bar owner and muttered: "Probably a relative of Professor Dumbledore."

His voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone in the bar to hear.

"A relative of Principal Dumbledore?" Fred and the others were very surprised and turned to look at the bar owner. In the minds of most students, Dumbledore was no different from a great man.

"Why are you here?" Behind them, a familiar and surprised voice suddenly sounded.

"Good morning Hagrid." Albert turned around and greeted Hagrid with a smile.

"You shouldn't be here." Hagrid looked at Albert, frowned and said, "Besides, I remember you seemed to..."

"By the way Hagrid, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar is a relative of Principal Dumbledore, right?" Albert interrupted what Hagrid wanted to say.

"What?" Hagrid was also stunned, probably not expecting that Albert would ask such a question, "Why would you ask like that?"

"Eye Hagrid," Albert reminded, "their eyes are very similar."

"Oh, well, they seem to be relatives indeed." Hagrid said vaguely, as if he was reluctant to mention these things.

"Why are you here?" George continued to interrupt.

"I..." Hagrid didn't want to answer.

"Are you going to feed Lu Wei?"

"What is Lu Wei?" Fred asked curiously.

"Hagrid's new puppy." Albert explained casually.

"Oh, Hagrid, did you save it?" Aberforth looked at Hagrid in surprise. Of course he knew that Hagrid bought a sick three-headed dog from a Greek guy, but he was even more surprised that Hagrid bought it from a Greek guy.

The relationship with the four children in front of me seems to be very good.

"Well, Louie is very healthy now. It's just that it's been raining a while ago and he doesn't like rain very much." Hagrid mumbled vaguely.

"Can we go see your new puppy?" Fred noticed Albert's indicating look and continued the topic.

"Okay, why are you guys here?" Hagrid asked loudly.

"Today is the day for Hogwarts students to go to Hogsmeade." Albert said seriously.

"Of course I know that today is the day for Hogwarts students to go to Hogsmeade, but that is for third-year students and above. I remember you are only in second year." Hagrid couldn't help complaining, "Filch

That old loser actually let you sneak out."

"Don't be angry Hagrid, we are just out for a walk. Hogsmeade is now full of Hogwarts students. It is very safe here." Albert comforted him.

"But you violated the school rules." Hagrid poked Albert's chest with his finger and warned.

"Rules are meant to be broken, don't you think so, Hagrid?" Albert said carelessly, "Besides, it's not a serious matter."

Hagrid was stunned. Fred and the others next to him were so surprised that they could not open their mouths. They did not expect that someone could take violating school rules so naturally.
To be continued...