The nights in early October can already make people feel the chill. The village of Hogsmeade seemed cold and dark. Felix walked on the empty streets, leaving no one around. Even the patrol Aurors and strikers found a place to keep warm and avoid the cold. They would not come out unless someone pressed the alarm or triggered the whistling spell.

The cottages and shops on both sides of the street were closed, and the Pighead Bar was no exception, but Felix found a faint light through the closed doors and windows. After knocking on the door for two minutes, the door finally opened.

At the door stood a face that looked very much like Dumbledore but had an angry face. The old man was tall and thin, and firmly blocked in front of him.

"Why didn't I find it before?" Felix murmured.

"It's closed. If you have anything to do, come back tomorrow!" The owner of the bar spoke in a very harsh tone. He also had a long beard, but the color was gray.

"There is no reason to drive the guests out," Felix chuckled and his head tilted to the side. "Let me go in. I see two people drinking in the corner! Let me say more, your business hours are so late."

The owner of Pighead Bar and the only male guest, Abforth Dumbledore, stared at the eyes. Felix's direction was only a cold wall, but if he walked through the wall, he would find that his statement was correct.

"They are accommodations," said Abforth.

Felix shrugged without answering, and the two confronted each other for a few seconds, and Abufort reluctantly moved away.

"Don't cause trouble, or I'll throw you out." He whispered, closing the door after Felix entered.

Felix stood in the room and looked around. The bar was not big and had a smell of sheep. Perhaps because of the night, the light was very dim and several candle heads were burning quietly. He quickly glanced at the only table of guests in the bar. It was almost midnight, so neither of the two people had any disguise, allowing Felix to see their faces clearly.

There were two bottles of strong wine on the table, and the bottle was dirty.

It was a coincidence that Felix thought to himself that those two faces were exactly the same as the information he had seen, and it was exactly the second of the three goals he was looking for. It was a group of infamous black wizards who committed bloody crimes in many countries.

He walked towards the bar as if nothing had happened, but the two dark wizards were stunned. The goal he had been planning suddenly appeared, making them feel a little excited. However, it is said that Felix Hepp was extremely powerful and made a big splash in the Quidditch World Cup. He knocked down hundreds of wizards by himself. Even if he was facing a group of drunkards who were confused and only caring about venting emotions, the number was quite amazing.

Their eyes followed Felix all the way to sit down at the bar. At this time, Abuforth also flashed through the side door of the bar and returned to his familiar position.

"What wine do you want?" he asked roughly, picking up a rag rag and rubbing his goblet.

"A glass of flame whiskey, forget it." Felix looked at the dirty rag in Abforth's hand. The thing seemed to have not been replaced for hundreds of years, and the stone ground, which was completely unaware of its original appearance, seemed to be a product of the same era.

"I want to find out something," said Felix, whose words caught the attention of the two wizards in the corner, and they listened, but Felix knocked on the bar table and they could not hear anything.

"I'm not an intelligence dealer or an information broker, I'm just the owner of a bar." The old man said impatiently.

On the other side, the two black wizards looked at each other.

"Do you do it?" One of them asked, licking his lips.

"Wait a little longer, that guy is not easy to mess with. He threw out more than a dozen unruly people in the past two days. When Felix Hepp left, we followed him and waited for an opportunity to start..."

"Do you want to notify the third brother? He drank a lot of alcohol, and the fourth brother and the fifth brother did not come back."

"Don't alarm the snake, it's not good to attract that person's attention." Another dark wizard said with a gloomy face. That's an old magic wand. If you succeed, the more people you get, the more trouble it will be.

These two black wizards obviously didn't know that they had become the object of others' discussion. On the bar, Felix looked slightly in the direction of the corner, and Abufort also took a look with his eyes.

...

"I'm going to take three people away," Felix continued, as if he didn't hear what the other person said, "including those two." His tone was like a normal order customer.

The male guest at Pig Head Bar looked at him deeply, the dirty rag in his hand was hanging in the air, and he roared in a low voice: "Do you think I will agree?"

"You should understand my concerns, they are all dangerous elements...their duties are," Felix said.

"Oh? Are you not the famous Professor Hepp? When did you do the Auror work?" Abforth Dumbledore said sarcastically, "Is it because of a damn, overwhelming sense of responsibility?" His blue eyes were exactly the same as his brother, but no matter how Felix looked, he could not connect this color with the quiet and vast deep sea.

His eyes were filled with irritability, as if the storm waves would be rolled up at any time.

Felix expressed his understanding, after all, his younger brother was always more lively.

"When it comes to this, I have already had a lot of identities and occasionally I will be troubled by it," Felix said with a smile, not at all distressed. "Just say that recently, I still have the title of consultant of the Ministry of Magic and the bounty hunter specially approved by the Ministry of Magic."

"Bounty Hunter?" Abuforth seemed confused.

"Yes, it's like a vampire hunter, but the latter is already considered an illegal profession, and my bounty hunter identity was recently approved." Felix said happily, shaking his left hand, and a piece of parchment suddenly appeared in the sight of both of them, "Do you need to check it?"

Abuforth stared at the Ministry of Magic seal on the parchment and breathed rapidly.

"Bang!" He punched the bar, and the bottles and jars shaking. This made Felix discover something different from Principal Dumbledore. Perhaps because he was used to physical work, his joints were thick and his veins were prominent.

He said rudely: "If I had met someone like you who played with the law twenty years ago, I would have broken your nose with one punch and threw you out."

"I was only four years old at that time, were you sure to do that?" Felix grinned.

Abufus stared at him, getting very upset at the nonsense boy in front of him. He was not happy to study, and he didn't have much ink in his stomach. After graduation, he had dealt with things like quills and parchment at a few times, and now he can't control his anger.

He admitted that he was biased against Felix Hepp, because of the people who lived in the office of the principal of Hogwarts Castle. They were in the same group.

But he suddenly came up with a good idea, which didn't appear many times in his life, and he decided not to waste this inspiration. Abuforth said in a sarcastic tone: "So you want to tell me that when you were four years old, you were so bad now?"

"To some extent, I am precocious than ordinary children." The person opposite him smiled, "I've been talking far and wide. I've said so much to make you understand that I have enough legitimate reasons. Of course, I don't want to make a fuss. If I meet in private parties, it's you that I'm embarrassed... I have always had a good reputation."

He refers to the Order of the Phoenix. Combining the old man's name and the Pighead Bar's always customer base, Felix knew that this was another pair of eyes of Principal Dumbledore.

After a quiet moment, Abufus sniffed and asked, "What are you going to do? Don't tell me it was Albus' order."

"Of course not, it was my own decision."

Felix walked out of the spell and slashed the floor. The two wizards in the corner looked over, staring at the wand he had just taken out of his pocket. For a moment, there was only the crackling sound of fire in the Pig Head Bar.

"Do you want it? The opportunity is rare, you can miss it," Felix said in a tempting voice.

"Boy, shut up!" Abuforth was furious.

The two black wizards looked at each other, and their identities seemed to be exposed, "Take it!".

Felix stepped forward, his eyes lit up with stars. One of the black wizards shook his body, as if he had a heavy hammer on the back of his head, and his body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground. The other black wizard was calm and did not panic because of his companion's failure.

Although the fear in his eyes was about to overflow, his movements were still smooth.

He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand condensed a deep black light. "Roaring" Felix took another step, and the wand stabbed it out, holding back the last word of the black wizard back in the physical sense. A large piece of his chest collapsed and his whole body hit the wall.

"One left, in Room Nine."

Felix looked towards the stairs, which was the news he had just received. Behind the bar, Abuforth looked angry and pointed the wand in his hand at him.

"Leave here! This is not a place you can do whatever you want. I won't pursue the two of you just now, but don't think about dragging my guests off the bed."

"It's really touching. You should know what they are, and I've only picked out the most dangerous ones..." Felix said, but Abuforth had no intention of giving in and held his wand stubbornly.

"My bar has been open for decades, and I know what rules I want to follow." He said in a hoarse voice, his expression very scary.

"What if I stick?" Felix looked at him.

"You can try it!"

"Okay." Felix took a step back, seemingly compromised.

But the magic wand in his hand slashed downwards, and the air rippled like water waves, piled up layer upon layer of folds. The small and dark room suddenly lit up for a moment, and a strong light burst out from Felix's body, which quickly dimmed.

Abuforth looked at him vigilantly, the spell was ready to go, but soon he opened his mouth in surprise, which made Felix quite novel, and that expression never appeared on the face similar to him.

The silver halo spread around, and all the furnishings wherever they went became brand new, and the greasy floor became flat and smooth; the gray copper candlestick was yellow and shining with a metallic luster; Abuforth picked up the rag on the table and looked at it, and the stains in the gaps covered by the rag disappeared...

His bar seemed to be completely renewed, just like when he first took over.

But all this lasted for a few seconds, and soon the things in the house returned to their original appearance.

"What did you do?" Abufus asked with a frown. He didn't see what was going on. This was the worst. He was not a weak man to be precise, much better than ordinary people. Therefore, he could clearly feel that the house he had lived in for decades became unfamiliar, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped him and isolated him.

If the rag in his hand suddenly jumped up and gave it to him the next second, he would never be surprised.

Felix put away his wand and waved his hand at him.

"We each took a step back and I didn't go up and made it known to everyone, but if that person came down and decided to follow me, it wouldn't be your business."

"Transformation?" Abuforth did not respond. He lowered his head and thought for a while, blurted out.

This answer made Felix a little curious, and he couldn't help asking: "Can President Dumbledore do something similar?" This was a skill he had figured out by himself.

"If you mean controlling a terrain," Abforth muttered, "he did it in 1945, and it's hard to say now."

"That legendary duel? Are you on the scene at that time?"

"Legend? Legend?" Abuforth sneered.

He suddenly calmed down, put his wand back into his pocket, and began to wipe the goblet with the dirty rag, but he looked absent-minded and looked in the direction of the stairs from time to time. After a while, there was a movement coming from the upstairs. He stopped his movements and stared at the black stairs entrance, as if he wanted to confirm something.

A man floated out horizontally.

Red face, yellow hair, scars and lewd on his face, bumpy pits, and one leg was dragged to the ground.

Abuforth, who was behind the bar, suddenly opened his eyes wide. The black wizard living in Room 9 did not float down by himself, but was carried down by someone. He was very familiar with the person's appearance and could see it every day when he looked in the mirror.

It is another Abuforth Dumbledore.

"Thank you, Abuforth." Felix said mischievously, "Abuforth" holding the black wizard was silent, throwing the black wizard in his hand to the ground, "Bang." The real Abuforth behind the bar twitch had his eyelids twitched, and a big bag bulged on the head of the black wizard, and it was obvious that something was smashed.

Before he could ask, he knew that the unlucky wanted criminal was knocked out by something: he saw another himself suddenly jumping up and recovering to his original form in mid-air a copper candlestick. The candlestick fell on the bar, shaking, and turned twice to stop in front of him.

Abuforth probably guessed how Felix did: he used some method to spread his magic power to the entire bar, and the principle was probably the same as he could accurately know the location of the two black wizards before he entered the door. And this black wizard was completely unaware of danger in his sleep, and it might be that alcohol made him lose his due vigilance. In short, the metal candlestick at the head of his bed floated into the air, smashing him unconscious, and then the candlestick turned into his own appearance, carrying the black wizard downstairs...

"I hate play." Abforth glared at Felix and said stiffly: "Your purpose has been achieved, you can leave."

"Do you need me to convey your greetings to Albus?"

"No." Abuforth shouted angrily, he had enough tonight.

"If I say, I'll come tomorrow night"

"Get out!"
To be continued...