From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 "Clean up."

　　 William waved his magic wand, got rid of the mess on the table, and made a glass of water and handed it to Adams.

　　 But the latter was already unconvincingly lying on the table and motionless, which made William couldn't help grinning, and he was addicted to food. Where did the courage to drink a toast next to the table?

　　 William cleaned the ground in an angry manner, and waited for the boss to come over to warn him-after all, it would be too much to spit things directly on the table in the bar or even almost spit in the cup.

　　 However, after waiting for a long time, not only did the boss over there didn't mean to come over, even the people around him didn't react to the incident just now—it's like it's normal for someone to vomit on the table.

　　 William’s face suddenly turned pale—Gan, the ground of this broken bar came in a bit sticky, and it was confirmed that it was made of stone when it was just cleaned up!

　　 The alchemy professor on the side seemed determined to enjoy the time alone, so he began to take out his magic wand, and when he found that William could clean up well, he simply hid as if he was the one who came to fight the table.

　　‘If I remember correctly, did we come in a team to drink? ’

　　 William looked at a partner who was drinking and getting down, an active autistic partner, and then at his bottle of wine that was halfway down, suddenly fell into a state of doubting life.

　　Almost all the customers who come here are masked. It is obviously not feasible to find someone who talks and brags like a broken cauldron here.

　　Being bored, William can only choose to watch what other people are doing while holding up a wine glass to pass the time—

When staying in Azkaban, a group of prisoners would like to guess what the newcomers were doing to pass the time. Of course, that would definitely bring some color. After hanging around with them for a long time, William also contracted this problem. .

　　 At the leftmost table, William could tell at a glance that the things that the wizard took out and sold were fakes. It was impossible for things of this price to appear in such a broken bar.

　　 Immediately after that table, William was not sure whether the witch who flirted with a wizard was a witch—William knew the existence of the compound decoction very well, and the wizard who could come to this place should not care much about whether the thing was illegal or not.

　　 The table on the right was a rookie. The two looked around nervously, probably for the first time in this kind of underground bar.

　　 The other guy is a little short, and he doesn't look like a girl. He looks like a minor for excitement.

　　 and there...

and many more!

　　 William came to his senses all of a sudden, as a minor, come to this kind of underground bar?

　　 or Wednesday?

　　 Considering how close this side is to Hogwarts, William instantly identified the two as students in the school.

　　‘Strutting classes, leaving school illegally, underage drinking. ’

　　 As a person who has read the teacher's rules honestly, William knows very well that this alone is enough to confine these two students for half a semester.

　　‘So, do you want to catch them? ’

According to William’s original character, this kind of thing must be ignored, but now I don’t know whether it is the reason why the prison reads so much negative information that it is unwilling to see young people go astray, or the sense of responsibility of a teacher who has not been a long time. When it came out, he hesitated a little instead.

　　 "I'll give you a warning-it looks like it should be the first time here. I guess it's a secret road. If you cooperate, you can just persuade people to go back to school."

　　Thinking about it again and again, William got up and came to the table with his wine glass.

　　 "Newcomer?"

　　The voice passed through the bandage and turned into a strange urn sound.

　　 "No, we are regular customers."

　　 was almost a subconscious retort, and the two retorted in unison.

　　 It turned out to be two students who skipped class—from the voice of each other, William, it was judged that the other party was absolutely underage.

　　 I just don’t know if it’s his student. It’s normal for fifth-grade students to vent in the underground bar because of excessive test pressure—especially when William just dropped them all.

　　 But normal is normal, it should be caught or caught.

　　 "A regular customer? A regular customer doesn't know me? Is it because I'm less here this year, causing the newcomers to be disrespectful to me?"

　　 William almost subconsciously took the stubborn conversation-Azkaban is often used, and now it is rusty, but it suddenly pops out and is still good at it.

　　 "Yes, yes, we only came here this year," the two caught the conversation with a snake and a stick, poured the wine with extremely unskilled gestures, and made a toast, "Isn't this familiar today?"

　　 With the mentality of catching the thief and taking the stolen goods, William had a drink with them, and then pretended to be mysterious:

　　 "Alright, meeting you today is also fate. Come out with me and open your eyes to you. It can also be regarded as letting you know why I can run in the pig's head bar."

　　 I drank the wine and confirmed my identity. I cheated out of the bar, caught people, and forced these two unlearned **** to write a review, and then they would be confined if they were not obedient!

　　—

　　 Five minutes ago.

　　 "Fred, the pig's head bar is not that great. It's a waste of our time."

　　 "Don't worry, this is the biggest black market in Hogwarts. I heard that Hagrid has also bought dragon eggs here!"

　　 The two are holding wine that is strictly forbidden at their age, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com pretends to be casual and bit his ears while observing the surroundings.

　　 "We just want some unusual magic materials. Is it necessary to skip class and come here?"

"What can I do if I don’t come here, waiting for the transaction with the students? This year I have already spent enough money to buy Lockhart’s textbooks. Ginny’s textbooks are all second-hand. We have to save money for Christmas. Christmas gifts, here is the place where you spend the least money."

　　 The two held each other's money bags, and strengthened their determination to shop here.

　　 "Hey, Fred, look over there, yes, that's it!"

　　 The two exchanged their eyes, and at the place where their eyes converged, a person who covered his face began to look around.

　　 "It should be him. He went to the bar for a drink and looked around. What else could it be if it wasn't a smuggler?"

　　 "How do I communicate with him?"

　　 "Wait, don’t worry, George, we don’t know his identity yet. There are quite a few fake sellers in the pig’s head bar. You forgot the fake dealers that Dad used to say?”

　　 "If you are selling fakes, you may be able to get some pocket money if you catch him. Didn't Dad say that the blower has a reward for collecting fake dealers?"

　　 "It's not a reward, it's that they used to pretend to be meritorious, but it's all right. Anyway, they can exchange some material money."

"It's all the same, but I can't be in the bar. The information I got, the boss here doesn't want others to clashed in his bar, and if it is revealed that we are playing truant, I don't want to receive a yelling letter like Ron. "

　　 The two couldn't help interrupting the conversation and shuddered.

　　 "Hey, he is here, get ready!"

　　Ps: I said that the state was wrong when I wrote the last two chapters, but it is really difficult to change. Is this chapter much better?