The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 260 Fire Whiskey

Seeing that the person walking in was Scrimgeour, there was some restlessness in the Pig's Head Bar.

Those wizards started to get nervous.

These masked three religions and nine streams intend to get away and leave.

They took out their wands and were ready to apparate at any time. After all, Scrimgeour, the Ministry of Magic who had just captured the Goblin Bar, was synonymous with danger to them.

Everyone can sit comfortably in the Pig's Head Bar, breathing this strong, mutton-like smell in their noses, there must be some ulterior motives.

For example, smuggling.

Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, is a frequent visitor to the Pig's Head Bar. He traded a dragon egg here the year before last.

Hogsmeade's Hog's Head Bar not only has local wizards, Greek, Egyptian, Ethiopian, Japanese, wizards from all over the world, and accents from all over the world can be found in the Pig's Head Bar.

But they were outside Hogwarts now, and if the Auror was determined to catch them, it wouldn't be unreasonable.

There is always a reason.

So they get nervous.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that Scrimgeour faced them, looked at the eyes staring at him, and said rudely: "Sit down, I'm just here to warn you, don't make trouble, don't make trouble.

Catching you is the job of the striker, I don't have the heart to play with you!
I only catch Death Eaters, among you guys, is anyone a Death Eater? "

asked Scrimgeour.

No one answered.

From behind the wine cabinet, came a dull voice.

"If you're not here to make trouble, Scrimgeour, sit down somewhere.

What do you want to drink? "

From behind the liquor cabinet came a man who didn't look much like Albus Dumbledore - if you didn't look at the eyes.

His eyes were as deep as his brother Albus's.

Like a deep lake.

The members of the Dumbledore family are all tall, and so is Aberforth. He is the owner of the Pig's Head Bar and one of the reasons why Du Wei came here. His beard and hair are messy, and his face is full of Beard, can't see what he looks like.

Because from a certain point of view, if he and his brother had hung up their beards, they would still look somewhat similar.

This has some similarities and is a more modest statement.

He is also a powerful wizard.

Only at this moment, the powerful wizard was wearing a worn-out apron with a dark brown, suspiciously solid surface.

Like dried blood.

"Aberforth."

Dewey said.

Aberforth heard him and motioned him to sit down.

"Don't stand, close the door, don't let the cold wind blow in!"

Aberforth said impatiently.

Du Wei walked in. The whole Pig's Head Bar is a two-story structure, with several oak tables on the first floor.

This is a bar.

The second floor is a small shop for accommodation, and it can also be called a black shop for accommodation.

It's a pity that these oak tables are already dirty and can't see their original color.

The stains on it can be scraped off with a knife!

The ground is also a bit slippery.

Du Wei lowered his head and glanced down, and found that the shape of the ground had long been unclear, and it was a combination of more suspicious yellow-brown and black stains.

Like a combination of grease and dust.

such a scene.

Not to mention the students of Hogwarts, even the villagers of Hogsmeade village probably wouldn't walk in here and ask for a glass of wine.

Is the environment of the Three Broomsticks bad?
Du Wei sat down, and the wizard at the table with him stood up obediently and moved to another table.

They were all afraid of Scrimgeour.

Du Wei didn't speak either. He tapped the table with his fingers and glanced at the people around him.

Hearing the conversation between Scrimgeour and the bar owner, the masked wizards relaxed a little.

Although they were still a little nervous, it seemed that they didn't plan to run away now.

Du Wei also glanced at these people, what he didn't expect was that he saw an acquaintance here, not far from him, well, this is a person trying to curl up his body, wanting to call himself Someone who doesn't look like much.

He might also want to leave, but if he did, he would have to pass through Scrimgeour's eyes, so he was hesitating.

It's a pity that the space here is too cramped, so here, a half-blood giant is always conspicuous.

Hagrid sat in a corner, looking a little uneasy.

His shaggy face was exposed, Hagrid, and he was also inside, the only one not covering his face,

Because of his size, covering his face was useless.

"Rubus Hagrid."

Du Wei greeted him warmly, Hagrid turned his head and showed an awkward smile.

"Mr Scrimgeour."

Poor Hagrid, he is allergic to Aurors, in the second year, he was surrounded by several people, all kinds of spells were cast on him, and he was sent to Azkaban.

Of course, even though he was captured, those Aurors who besieged him didn't get any benefit. They were bounced back by the spell and injured their own people.

It is so difficult to deal with a half-blood giant.

It is conceivable that dealing with a pure-blooded giant, what kind of heavy casualties these Aurors will have!

As for the person concerned, Hagrid, after he was sent to Azkaban for a few days, since then, when he saw Aurors, his calves trembled.

For Azkaban, it is even more distasteful.

"Come here, please."

Duvi Jones waved to Hagrid. Hagrid was trembling, but he still walked in.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Hagrid."

Dewey said.

Hagrid also managed to pull out a smile, not knowing what to say.

Aberforth also came over at this time.

"What do you want?"

He brought up a shadow and asked.

"Two glasses of flame whiskey, I heard that this is your signature," Du Wei said, "But I heard that you also have butter beer here, people who come here, will anyone come to drink butter beer?"

Aberforth looked at Scrimgeour.

"You've never been here before."

"So I want to come to see and see today, well, Aberforth, open the door for business."

Du Wei looked at him and said, "So you do theirs and not mine? Be happy, I'm a customer no matter what."

"Hold on."

Aberforth said, and he continued to explain bluntly: "I would rather not have customers like you, customers like you will always bring me some troubles that I don't need."

He turned and walked towards the counter, while Du Wei looked at a portrait on the wall of the bar. The girl on the portrait seemed to feel Du Wei's gaze, and looked towards Du Wei, making sure that Du Wei was looking at him After that, the girl hid shyly.

Du Wei smiled kindly at the woman on the portrait.

Du Wei knew that the girl on the portrait was one of the reasons why Albus Dumbledore and his younger brother Aberforth Dumbledore fell out.

The girl in this photo is their sister, Albus Dumbledore's demon, Arianna Dumbledore.

There are two reasons why the Dumbledore brothers fell out completely, Ariana is one of the reasons, and Grindelwald is the second reason.

Hagrid was very awkward by Scrimgeour's side, not knowing what to say. At this moment, Aberforth came over with two glasses of Firewhiskey.

Du Wei's eyes were set on the two glasses of flame whiskey.

Originally, Du Wei thought that this so-called flame whiskey was either described as very hot and very pure.

Either this wine is burning with a raging flame.

But after seeing the flame whiskey with his own eyes, Du Wei felt that he still underestimated the creativity of these wizards.

A cup of flaming magma, with a flame sheep jumping around on it.

This is one of Aberforth's specialties, Fire Whiskey.

He put two glasses of wine on the table.

"Tell me why you came here, Scrimgeour, we don't have any friendship, and you don't seem like someone who would come here to spend money."

Aberforth sat down by the way and said, he looked very cold and stubborn, he sat in front of Scrimgeour, he was also taller than Scrimgeour, he put his hands on the table, as if to Listen to what the head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic is planning to do here.

"If you were such a big man," continued Aberforth, "you wouldn't be here."

"Don't hate me so much." Duvi Jones looked at this thing and reached out to touch it. Although it looked like magma, fortunately, it wasn't too hot.

He raised his glass and gestured to Aberforth, he took a sip, the sensory stimulation was like an explosion!

Du Wei felt that he had swallowed a flame, but the flame, yes, the flame, did not hurt his esophagus at all.

It's just a sensory thrill!

"I think I might need some buddies."

Du Wei took a sip of whiskey, and flames were coming out of his ears, and along with his beard, flames curled up in his nose!

Hagrid froze.

Not because of the flames—he'd had the Flame whiskey too, and what he didn't think of was, Dewey Jones' words.

He forgot to twitch, and looked down at Scrimgeour, without Aberforth thinking, he repeated Scrimgeour's words.

"You need some guys?"

"Yes, I need some folks, by order of the Minister for Magic, to be precise, Minister Millicent Barnold, you should know who she is, a powerful witch, she is in Voldemort, oh, sea Greg, don't be afraid when you hear this name. She served as the Minister of Magic when Voldemort was at its most rampant, and was also Fudge's previous minister.

I carefully studied her ministerial order, to be precise, an emergency wartime order.

I found that at that time, she not only liberated the power of some Aurors and Strikers, but more importantly.

She also allowed the Aurors to expand their ranks on their own, and gave those in the ranks temporary Auror powers. "

Duvi Jones said: "So I need some men, Aberforth, I asked you, I know you have a lot of connections, you understand me?
I need your help. "

(End of this chapter)