It is not safe to wait outside until night.

Moreover, the dirty old man looked like a very cautious person. It is not ruled out that he took other protective measures to his shop after the closing.

So it is undoubtedly the safest decision to open a room directly in this bar.

They walked into this dirty bar. After entering the door, they could clearly feel the light suddenly dimming, and the air was obviously filled with a smell of smell like a goat.

In the bar lobby, several wizards were sitting scattered, most of them covering their heads and faces. Shilk's dressing became the norm here, while Sherlock became an alien.

The Pig Head Bar is not noisy at all, it is very quiet inside. Even if there is a wizard talking, the voice is deliberately low, so it will never be heard by the third person, and it will appear out of place with the lively streets outside.

After Sherlock and Shilk entered the door, they walked straight to the bar counter and looked at them with the dirty old man who was wiping the wine glasses and then wiping the table.

"What do you want to drink?"

He obviously didn't recognize Sherlock and the others were the ones who were kicked out of the backyard by him two months ago.

Sherlock did not answer his question, but looked at Shilk.

“One room or two rooms?”

The dirty old man's eyes suddenly became subtle when he looked at them. He laughed twice and then recommended.

"I have a couples suite here, which is not expensive, just..."

Before he could finish introducing, Shilk had already thrown a Xike on the counter.

"One person, one room."

The dirty old man smacked his lips and tightened the Xike under the counter.

“Room 3, ma’am.”

Then he turned his gaze to Sherlock.

"One Xike is only enough for a room fee."

Sherlock shrugged and took out a silver shike from his pocket.

"Second Room 2, be careful not to disturb the guests in Room 1. He has a bad temper. I don't want you to make trouble in my store."

The dirty old man muttered to collect their money and continued to wipe his bar.

Sherlock and Shilk walked up to the hotel on the second floor together. In front of the doors of Room 3 and Room 2, they whispered to make an appointment for the time.

"At one o'clock in the morning, or wait a little later?"

"I'll look for you,"

"Okay, I wish you a break..."

"Bang!"

Looking at the door that was closed by Dali, Sherlock couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

“It’s really rude.”

He complained and pushed open the door of Room 2.

Just like the bar environment outside, the entire pig head bar is only cared for by the dirty old man. You can't expect a person who wipes the table with a rag to wipe the wine glass to clean the room.

The quilt on the bed was folded neatly, but this didn't require any hand. The wizard could do it with a wave of his wand.

Of course, these quilts and other things must have been treated with a cleaning spell, but Sherlock still didn't want to touch the bed, but brushed the chair in the room several times, brushed off the layer of old dirt on it, and sat on it and closed his eyes to rest.

Time passes by and it gradually darkens every day.

The streets outside Hogsmeade were no longer hustle and the students returned to the castle before six o'clock.

Today is not only Hogsmeade Week, but also Halloween.

And at this Halloween dinner that Sherlock did not attend, the students were still having fun.

After Sherlock left, Harry stayed in his office with Lupin for an afternoon, and he saw Lupin drink the potion that Snape had prepared for him.

This really made Harry feel worried about him.

Everyone in Hogwarts knew that Snape had always wanted to be a position in the Dark Magic Defense Class, and Harry and the others could clearly see that when Snape looked at Lupin, the hatred and disgust in his eyes were not concealed at all.

Ron and Hermione brought back many candies to Harry from Hogsmeade and told him about meeting Sherlock on Hogsmeade Street.

"Hermione guessed right at the beginning of school. The other things Professor Forrest is going to be busy with this semester are related to that witch." Harry said confidently.

He and Hermione told him about what he encountered in the castle. The three of them had discussed for a long time without discussing it, so they simply went to the auditorium to attend the Halloween dinner.

Although there are dementors patrolling around the castle and Black's threat has not been resolved, no problems have occurred since the start of the semester, which has made the students and professors relax.

So everyone had a great time at the dinner, but the happiness only lasted until the end of the dinner.

But since Harry Potter entered school, Hogwarts' Halloween dinner every year has always been the beginning of a year of turmoil.

In the first grade, a giant monster broke into the castle, and the first attack in the second grade occurred, and this year's third grade is no exception.

The students left the auditorium with laughter and laughter, and returned to their dormitories. Only then did the Gryffindor students discover that a big hole had been torn into the portrait of Fat Lady and their lounge was forcibly broken into!

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall soon arrived at the scene, and the escaped fat lady was later found.

It was obvious that the person who forced himself into the lounge was Black.

......

Sherlock was unaware of everything that happened tonight in Hogwarts.

He leaned against the chair, and his hands were bored and swung his wand at the tip of his fingers, while looking out the window at the night sky that was almost as big as the full moon.

The weather has been pretty good these two days, with stars at night, which makes people calm down easily.

Sherlock raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and he could clearly hear the soft snoring sounds in room No. 1 next door.

This is not how loud the people living in Room 1 snores, but the sound insulation in the room is too poor, or the wooden board that can only block the view has no sound insulation at all.

Just as Sherlock was thinking about why he hadn't heard the movement yet, the door of his room was gently knocked.

He was excited, held the wand in his hand firmly, opened the door lightly, and Shilk stood outside the door.

Neither of them spoke, and went out directly to walk down the corridor and down the stairs.

The bar hall was pitch black late at night, and Sherlock gently waved his wand and used a silent spell.

A faint light lit up at the tip of his staff, obviously the intensity of the illumination spell that was deliberately controlled.

With this light source, they came to the front of the bar.

"So what are we going to do next?" Sherlock asked in a low voice.

Instead of answering him, Shilk pulled out his wand and gently tapped on the ground below the bar, as if determining where to go.

Soon she found the target she wanted.

"Catch me."

Sherlock reached out and grabbed her arm. Then Shilk held his wand back, gently drew a circle on the ground, and recited a spell in his mouth.

"Sesame opens the door."

This is an ancient lock-opening spell. Before the spell of Araho Cave was invented, the only one of the wizard's lock-opening magic was found.

However, because the method is too violent, it is later replaced by the more exquisite spells of "Araho" and "Port Opening".

But after Shilk used this spell, the circle she aimed at her wand did not react at all.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, just when he thought something went wrong with Shilk's steps, or the spell was useless.

His body suddenly twisted!

A feeling similar to the phantom shift came, and Sherlock felt his body spinning rapidly, as if he was put into a drum washing machine.

This feeling lasted for only a moment, and the next moment he stepped on the solid ground.

It was pitch black around her, Sherlock waved his wand again and used the illumination spell that was interrupted during the teleportation.

The bright white light illuminated the space near him, and Shilk stood beside him, while Sherlock's other hand was still holding her arm tightly.

"When will you catch it?"

After hearing her speak, Sherlock came to his senses and let go of his hand awkwardly.

"Feel sorry."

Although this idea is not gentlemanly, he still feels that the touch is good, very soft and tender.

"Are we underground now?"

They were in a narrow and dark space, which looked like an underground passage, behind it was a sealed wall and in front of it was a deep darkness.

"Underground of Hogsmeade." Shilk walked to the wall behind them, with some vague words remaining on it.

Sherlock also noticed the words, and there were a few paragraphs in it that could still understand the meaning of it.

"Beware of the lies of wizards' peace talks!"

"We'll fight to the end!"

"Every fairy will guard his treasure!"
To be continued...