Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 785 There are no normal wizards in the Pighead Bar

"Sirlen Ollivander————"

As soon as Xilun crawled into the passageway behind the counter, he heard a muffled sound coming from inside.

The black cat quickly elongated in mid-air, transforming back into Xilun's form.

Do you know me?

"Of course I know you, after all, you have so many wanted posters you could practically plaster the walls with them," Aberforth said gruffly, his eyes never leaving Siron.

"A wanted poster?" Siren shook his head and chuckled. "I was a cat just now, and the wanted poster never mentioned that I was an Animagus."

"It's already there. It's a black cat with two eyes, one blue and one yellow, written very clearly," Aberforth said calmly. "Don't forget, you used this trick to escape from the mysterious man. I guess he didn't write it down before just to lower your guard."

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"Then why didn't I encounter anything just now?" Xilun frowned slightly.

He was indeed a bit careless, but from Honeyduke to Pighead, no Death Eaters came looking for trouble with him.

"Thanks to that Death Eater named Carol, she chased away all the cats from Hogwarts. Recently, Hogsmeade has been full of these hairy creatures, and the Death Eaters here have been spoiled for a long time."

Xiren hadn't expected that Alecto Caro was involved here; that Death Eater was truly—amazing.

"You just got lucky," Aberforth said, turning to open a cabinet. "Anyway, coming to the Pig's Head at this time was not a good choice."

"I know, so I'm getting ready to leave right away."

"Aren't you going to say something to me?" Aberforth turned around, holding two bottles of liquor. "I bet you didn't risk coming to the Hog's Head just for a drink."

"Of course not, but it's not necessary now."

Why?

"Because you recognized me, and that's not surprising at all."

"What kind of reason is that? I've already said, your arrest warrants are everywhere!"

"Isn't that reason enough?" Siren shrugged. "Even if my Animagus is exposed, another characteristic isn't, and even fewer people know about it."

Xiren touched a ring on her finger.

"I guess it was Headmaster Albus Dumbledore who told you."

When a wizard uses Animagus transformation, they retain some of their original features. Professor McGonagall's tabby cat has the same markings as her square glasses.

Sirius Black turned into a large black dog, with black, slightly curly fur on his neck, just like his head.

The distinctive feature retained in the Animagus form of Siron is that one of his eyes is exactly the same as the ring on his hand; it is the eye of the basilisk.

Even Professor McGonagall was unaware of this, but Aberforth clearly knew, which is why he was so resistant to Siron looking at him with those orange-yellow eyes.

It's impossible that he could have discerned these things at first glance upon meeting them; someone must have informed him beforehand, and that person could only be Albus Dumbledore.

"Clearly, you talked a lot without our knowledge."

Aberforth snorted coldly, neither admitting nor denying it.

"Since you already have a plan, there's no need for me to say anything more, is there?"

"What surprised me even more was that he would tell you my identity." Abu Foster stared blankly at his hands, which had prominent knuckles and were covered in blue veins. "I thought he would take this secret to his ridiculous grave."

"No, he never said that. I guessed." Xilun pointed behind him, to where the bar was located.

"There's an oil painting there, the same one I saw in the principal's office, so it's not hard to guess."

"She is Ariana Dumbledore, our youngest sister," Aberforth said, a rare tenderness flashing in his eyes as he mentioned the name.

But this sentiment quickly vanished, and Aberforth's voice returned to its harsh and cold tone.

"After you leave, remember to get out of here as soon as possible. Also, don't come back unless it's absolutely necessary."

"It's okay, they won't recognize me."

"You don't think you'll be fine just because you've learned Animagus, do you?" Aberforth sneered, casually picking up a dirty rag and wiping the even dirtier bottle in his hand.

"Death Eaters often run small side businesses here, like reselling potions and contraband. These people are no good; killing a cat or some other animal is perfectly normal for them."

"Just five minutes ago, that guy—what was his name again? Never mind, it doesn't matter. All you need to know is that the Death Eater who's selling cheap euphoria just killed an owl."

"Alright, hurry up and leave. This isn't a place for you."

Urged on by Aberforth, Siron transformed back into a black cat and slipped out through the passage.

They spent quite a bit of time in the storage room, but the customers outside were very orderly, and none of them went into the bar.

This doesn't seem like the style of a dark wizard.

When Aberforth came out, Siron noticed that he seemed to have put something under the bar.

Because of the angle, Xilun couldn't see clearly, only vaguely making out what looked like a candlestick, or perhaps the bone of some kind of animal.

He also saw the Death Eater that Aberforth had mentioned earlier, a pale-faced middle-aged wizard wearing a tattered black hood, handing a bottle of red potion to the vampire while accepting two Galleons from him.

Is it a euphoric drug?

It shouldn't be, because normal euphoric drugs are usually golden or jelly-like orange, and would never appear as blood-red.

Although he had never seen it before, Xilun could guess that it must not be anything good.

At the same time, a withered hand, resembling a skeleton, was quietly reaching out from behind, but Xilun spotted it beforehand.

Xiren quickly jumped to the side and realized that the person who came was the witch with seven fingers who had been sitting by the door.

Moreover, after being discovered, the other party did not seem to intend to stop, but grabbed him again.

Aberforth was right; there were no normal people in the Hog's Head pub. Even if the witch in front of him wasn't a Death Eater, she wasn't much better.

Fortunately, Celion wasn't a normal cat either. When Aberforth was pouring drinks, he quickly ran over and kicked over the glass. Taking advantage of the brief chaos, he successfully jumped off the bar and ran through the open door to the outside of the bar.

The witch probably felt it was unnecessary and didn't chase after them, which relieved Siron.

Although he could most likely defeat the evil witch, she would still be a problem. Moreover, Hogsmeade was teeming with Death Eaters at this time, and if he got entangled, escaping would be even more difficult.