late at night.

Heavy snow flooded Hogsmeade Village.

The door of the Pig Head Bar was closed, but it was brightly lit inside.

Even on Christmas Eve, there are still many lonely black wizards sitting here in the Pig Head Bar, holding a big wine glass and drinking each other in a depressed manner.

Abforth Dumbledore, the owner of Pig Head Bar, also held the wine glass and looked at his guests from time to time.

Clang!

The bar door was kicked open!

A gust of wind and snow mixed with cold wind blew in!

All the customers who were drinking in the store were alarmed and turned their heads to look at the door with an upset expression, wanting to see which lifeless bastard dared to disturb them to drink!

damn it!

Don't look at where the Pighead Bar is!

This is the place where these dark wizards come the most often!

However, when a group of black wizards looked over with drunken eyes, they saw a familiar short and fat figure. Everyone was frightened and frightened!

"Hehehehehe..."

The third generation of Dark King Little Dwarf Peter stood at the door, spreading his arms towards the entire Pig Head Bar, and greeted everyone with a wicked smile!

"Merry Christmas Eve!"

“…”

A group of black wizards hurriedly lowered their heads.

It's so fatal!

How long has it been?

Why is this Dark King here again?

How could he let them continue to drink at Pig Head Bar? It was obviously a quiet Christmas Eve, but it also made them feel uneasy!

When the dark wizards saw the little dwarf Peter, they put down their wine glasses, picked up the wizard hat they placed on the table, and simply planned to secretly leave the person...

"Am I that scary?"

Petr stared at the dark wizards present.

“…”

No one here dared to answer...

This guy...

Don't you know anything about it?

Who doesn’t know that you are a bastard and you are a ghost?

Voldemort was played to death without a burial place. They were just a group of black wizards who were trying to make a living in the magic world. How dare they offend such a black wizard who played the black wizard as a chess piece...

No one dared to say anything, for fear of being targeted by the dark devil.

Only Pighead Bar owner Abuforth Dumbledore, this old man never lacks the courage to fight against the Dark Lord no matter when.

“Welcome to Pig Head Bar.”

Abuforth put down his wine glass heavily, stood up and looked at Peter the little dwarf: "But, Mr. Peter, are you here to disturb my guests?"

It's obvious.

Abuforth spoke obviously more politely.

This is obviously not because of the inherent politeness of a wizard. Abuforth never talks about anything polite, because he also believes that his sister Ariana Dumbledore's soul is still in the hands of Petr.

"I don't mean that..."

The little dwarf Peter chuckled, his eyes slowly wandered. Looking at all the dark wizards present, the dark wizards couldn't help but lower their heads to avoid his gaze, fearing that there would be any conflict with the dark wizards...

"I just want to find a place to stay quiet for a while..."

The corner of the dwarf Peter grinned and suddenly sneered: "But I found that everyone present didn't respect me very much. Why are I here? Why do you still dare to stay here to disturb my tranquility?"

“…”

However, just as Abuforth was excited to rush to Hogwarts, Petdian slowly spoke, "But the more precious things are in this world, the more painful the price they have to pay. Family affection is a real priceless treasure..."

"What do you mean..."

Abuforth's face suddenly became angry: "What's the price! What do you want to do to Ariana! You want to use Ariana! What do you want to use Ariana!"

"Calm down..."

Peter, the little dwarf, chuckled and shook his head, and said with some playfulness: "Don't you ask... what should you do to prevent me from doing anything to them?"
Chapter completed!