Chapter 34 Meeting with Black's old servant

Meka Anders took the letter from the owl's claws, tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper and unfolded it. It read:

"Thank you for your letter, telling me such great news. Seeing that the Black family is about to fall, Kreacher is heartbroken and wishes to die in exchange for the safety of the Black family."

"Kreacher hasn't seen the old master for decades. I often miss the old master in these years. I can't wait to see the old master's letter."

"The Hog's Head Bar, October 11, 11 o'clock at night, Kreacher will be on time."

"Thank you again, distinguished guest."

"October 11, that's tomorrow." Meka smiled, put away the letter, and took out a bottle of black potion, which is the Polyjuice Potion.

He didn't tell Professor Snape that he made two bottles of Polyjuice Potion at the same time, and secretly took out the extra bottle just to meet the old servant of the Black family.

Otherwise, it would be easy to meet acquaintances and be recognized when he went there.

On the other hand, the old elf might really think he was deceived and turn around and leave when he saw that the visitor was an eleven-year-old boy.

"I remember that the hair of a middle-aged bearded man was added to this bottle of Polyjuice Potion?"

Meka smiled and didn't care. Anyway, he would borrow a black robe to cover it from head to toe. As long as it was not a woman's body, who cared what it looked like?

He put away the Polyjuice Potion, lay down on the bed, and waited for tomorrow to come.

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The Hog's Head is located in Hogsmeade Village, which is a village adjacent to Hogwarts. Therefore, professors and students of Hogwarts often go there for leisure and entertainment, or buy some things, or drink a glass of mead suitable for all ages in the bar.

Meka had never been there, and first-year students were not allowed to go there, so he asked the Weasley twins during the day and roughly figured out the way to Hogsmeade Village and the specific location of the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade Village.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the night was getting darker, and Harry and Ron were already asleep in the dormitory.

Meka waited for a while, and when he was sure that no one knew, he got up from the bed and drank the polyjuice potion.

He looked at himself in the mirror and his face suddenly twisted and squirmed, looking scary. Soon his body bones trembled and grew. His body size was constantly increasing, and there was pain from the flesh being broken.

Meka gritted his teeth and said nothing. Finally, the long clothes and trousers on his body could not cover his body. The pain disappeared. He looked in the mirror and saw a middle-aged man with a beard.

Meka quickly changed his clothes, put on the borrowed black robe, wrapped himself tightly, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Although this body doesn't look good, the posture is very upright and the muscles are full."

Meka found that this figure with this black robe is completely an ideal figure without looking at the face, and the more you look at it, the more attractive it is.

"Yeah, the voice is also very low and full of magnetism." Maika touched his throat and tested his voice in a low voice.

After he adapted to this new body, he whispered a spell in front of the mirror. Suddenly, there was a tearing sound, and wings grew from his shoulder blades. The shadow on the ground had curled up to the size of a bird.

Maika flapped its wings on his back, and a black bat with deep eyes flew towards the lake and moonlight outside the window.

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"The most dangerous place is the safest place. This sentence is absolutely correct."

Maika flew in the wilderness against the fierce wind. The vision in front of him was wide. He didn't see anyone on the road leading to Hogsmeade. He didn't worry about being discovered at all.

Soon, it slowed down, saw lights not far away, and finally saw a figure.

A wooden sign stood on the side of the road, with the words "Welcome to Hogsmeade Village" on it.

"We're here."

Meka avoided the gazes of the people nearby. He entered from the edge and quietly turned into a bearded man in the bushes. Then he tightened his robe and strode onto the road.

Most of the shops on both sides of the road were businesses. Looking all the way, none of them were closed. It seemed that the people here also had a rich night life.

Meka saw a drunk man staggering against a house on the roadside, waving goodbye to a friend in the distance. His voice was already drunk and blurred:

"Tomorrow... drink again tomorrow..."

The friend over there also had red cheeks and drank a lot. He shouted back: "Pete, don't be like today tomorrow. You got drunk after two glasses. You're such a wimp, hahaha..."

The passerby laughed and hurried away.

"Someone got drunk here, which means the pub is not far away."

Meka smiled as the two parted. He walked a few steps, looked up and looked into the distance, and indeed found the plaque of "Pig Head Bar".

"It should be almost eleven o'clock." He looked around and didn't see the short elf, so he pushed open the door and walked into the Hog's Head.

"Welcome." As soon as he entered the door, the blue-eyed boss spoke. He was a smiling old man with sweat on his face.

He stretched out his sleeve to wipe the sweat and said enthusiastically: "What would you like, guest?"

Meka glanced at the people in the bar. The elf Kreacher seemed not to have arrived yet. He said casually:

"Two glasses of mead, thank you."

"Okay." The boss began to pour and mix the drinks.

Meka found a corner to sit down, and soon the mead was served. He smiled and said thank you, which was greeted by the boss's more enthusiastic response.

"Well, this wine is okay, very suitable for the elderly and children to drink."

Meka tasted the mead, which was mellow and mellow, without any spicy smell. Instead, it would taste sweet in the mouth, with a distinct honey taste.

He tasted it quietly.

Not long after, the door of the bar rang, and a short figure also wrapped in a robe looked around, but was a little confused, as if he didn't know what the person he had agreed to meet looked like.

Meka smiled and raised his hand: "Here."

The short figure walked over, raised his head, and revealed half of his old and wrinkled face, which was the face of the elf.

"Who are you?" It said in a hoarse voice.

Meka replied: "The person who wrote to you, Mr. Kreacher."

The elf blushed and hesitated, as if he had never heard anyone call him an elf so politely, and it was an old elf who was about to die.

"Don't call me that." It finally got out of the embarrassment, "I'm just a servant."

Meka ignored it, made an invitation gesture, and said politely:

"Please sit down, Mr. Kreacher, the mead here is not bad, mellow and sweet, very suitable for those of us who don't drink much."

Kreacher was at a loss, and after a while, he took a sip with curiosity, and his eyes widened. He had never drunk such a sweet thing.

"Not bad." Meka laughed at its reaction.

He didn't say much, chatted for a few words, took out the letter from Principal Black, and got straight to the point.

"The letter is here." Meka handed the letter to Kreacher.

Kreacher showed an excited expression, his face under the brim of his hat was flushed, he was a little out of control, his hands trembled and his voice became sharp and piercing:

"Letter, letter, the old master's letter..."

The guests next to him looked at this scene in surprise, but soon their attention returned to the casual conversation at the wine table.

Maeka drank the wine and watched Kreacher calm down from excitement. He then drank another big mouthful of mead and became restless, looking anxious to go back.

"I can..." Kreacher said embarrassedly, "I want to go back. I don't know if you..."

Maeka smiled and stood up:

"Of course, I'm leaving too. I'll pay for the wine. You can go back directly. Be careful on the road."

Kreacher politely drank the mead and stood up excitedly. He took two steps and almost lost his balance. You can imagine how the letter made him feel.

Maeka helped him and they parted ways after leaving the bar.

Maeka looked at his figure going away and smiled:

"The letter has been delivered to Kreacher. When he returns to the ancestral home of the Black family, I can ask Headmaster Black for the reward."

He was also inevitably happy. He strode around Hogsmeade Village at night. After half an hour, he turned into a bat and flew back to Hogwarts.

Just as Maika left, a strange man who was also covered by a robe came to Hogsmeade Village and walked towards the Hog's Head.

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The strange man with a robe covering his face exuded a strange smell. After he came to the Hog's Head, he stayed in the corner for a while, and finally a man dressed as a peddler came over.

The peddler wearing a felt hat put a gray bag on the table, he smiled and said:

"You are so lucky, my customer, this is the last mountain monster left here, and it is the youngest and strongest one, which is the best for guarding the house."

The strange man opposite hummed and took the gray bag.

He opened a gap, and the light from the bar shone in. He saw a hideous gray monster in the darkness raised its head, looked at him, and roared like a beast.

"Very good." The strange man tightened his pocket, he took out a bag of money from his arms and threw it to the peddler.

The merchant's eyes lit up, and after a chuckle, he lowered his head and counted the gold galleons under the table. After confirming that everything was correct, he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all:

"This glass of wine is for you, my guest. Don't forget me next time you have business."

The weirdo didn't respond, but nodded slightly and watched the merchant leave the Hog's Head.

He raised his head and drank a sip of wine. In the dim light, he revealed a familiar pale face, which was Quirinus Quirrell.

Professor Quirrell put down his wine glass, weighed the gray bag, and smiled. With this mountain giant, and some arrangements, the plan could be pushed forward. This time, as long as Snape was led away, he was sure to take the stone.

He put away the gray bag, stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

He saw that the door of the bar was opened again. This time, the person who came in was unbelievably tall, and his head almost touched the ceiling of the bar. He was simply a little giant.

"Hagrid?" the bar owner greeted with a smile, "What would you like today?"

"Same old." Rubeus Hagrid put his hands in the pockets of his moleskin coat and said in a muffled voice, "Bring me a barrel of brandy, oh no, two barrels."

The bar owner bent down, picked up two small wooden barrels, and brought them to Hagrid. He took off the barrel lids, and inside was golden liquor with a strong aroma.

The bar owner chatted with Hagrid for a few words, then went to the bar to mix drinks. Another customer came.

Professor Quirrell watched this scene, motionless, and there was a voice in his head talking to him.

"Rubeau Hagrid has many animals, even the ferocious eight-eyed spider in the Forbidden Forest." The hoarse voice said, "Do you think he knows the existence of the three-headed dog?"

Quirrel was enlightened, his eyes turned, and he had an idea. He walked to Hagrid and sat down by himself.

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By the time the elf Kreacher returned to the ancestral home of the Black family, it was already early in the morning. He was so excited that he showed no sign of fatigue and opened the letter symbolizing hope with trembling hands.

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