Argus almost couldn't help but swear.
Damn it! How did I end up in this godforsaken place?!
It's all because of the awful weather in Britain!
It's only a little past four o'clock, why is it getting dark so fast!
I can't even see the shops clearly!
As soon as he entered, he attracted the attention of countless people from all walks of life in the wizarding world.
Many people looked at Argus as if he were prey.
A hint of murderous intent occasionally flashed in his eyes.
They clearly saw him as easy prey.
"Look at the shirt under his wizard robe, it's high-end stuff, worth at least dozens of Galleons!"
"Probably just a novice from some pureblood family, looking for some thrills! Hehe!"
"Just by looking at his outfit, you can tell he'll make a killing selling to a pure-blood family!"
This place is home to a large number of outlaws from the wizarding world, all engaged in dangerous, high-risk businesses.
Upon seeing a big deal, they couldn't resist immediately!
Argus secretly gripped his wand tightly from his sleeve, constantly on guard against any sneak attacks from those around him.
Just then, the gray-bearded old man who had been wiping glasses at the bar slammed his fist on the table.
"Quiet down, all of you! Don't forget the rules here!"
With just one sentence, the entire room fell silent.
The loudest shouters just now looked wary.
Argus just remembered that the owner of the Hog's Head pub was Dumbledore's brother!
A hidden mastermind!
No wonder everyone here was so afraid of him!
He guessed they had known all along that the owner here was not someone to mess with!
Just as Argus breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they wouldn't dare to make a move, the old man with the gray beard's next words instantly stunned him.
"Fighting is fine, but if you break anything, you'll have to pay ten times the damages!"
Holy crap!
Damn it!
Argus almost took his wand back.
The next second, a rapid spell struck Argus!
Immediately following was a series of spells!
"Stupefy!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
There were no evil curses, only white magic capable of causing harm.
As the Galleon in their eyes, how could these wizards from all walks of life bear to really hurt him!
They were hoping to get a good price for Argus!
"Protego!"
As Argus dodged, he cast a protective spell on himself.
He blocked several curses in one go.
"Incendio!"
The intense flames ignited all the wooden tables and chairs around them.
The wizards, who had just been extremely arrogant, were stunned!
No wonder he's from a wealthy family!
We cast spells for ages but didn't dare break a single one!
Did you burn it all in one go?
Little did they know, Argus had precisely exploited this psychology of theirs.
In a life-or-death struggle, how can you be so careful about everything else?
That's practically suicide!
Saving my life is the most important thing!
While they were still stunned, Argus unleashed several more spells.
"Reducto!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Diffindo!"
Several figures fell to the ground with a thud, and the others also showed shock in their eyes.
It's hard to believe a freshman could have such talent!
In their minds, their biggest rivals should have been their own peers.
But now it seemed that, let alone competitors, if they hesitated any longer, it was questionable whether they could even win him over!
"Damn it, you're telling me this is a freshman at Hogwarts? What kind of freshman just opens their mouth and gets smashed to pieces?!"
"You're asking me? Who should I ask?"
"Let's join forces! If we drag this out any longer, and we end up bringing a professor from Hogwarts with us, we'll all be in deep trouble!"
The three remaining people exchanged glances and released spells at different parts of Argus's body.
Various colored lights rushed toward Argus.
Argus raised his wand, and the surrounding table and chair debris flew up, blocking the spell's trajectory.
"Depulso!"
"Avis!"
Taking advantage of the moment when their spells weakened, Argus decisively struck and defeated two of them once again.
The last remaining person panicked, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Argus.
With a determined effort, Avada Kedavra flashed from the wand!
Suddenly, the gray-bearded old man at the bar made his move!
Stupefy struck the man heavily to the ground!
"Old Goat, didn't you say you wouldn't get involved?!"
The gray-bearded old man glanced at him indifferently.
"If you can afford to pay for my bar, I won't get involved!"
In one sentence, he completely shut down the other party's words.
Argus didn't let the opportunity pass, throwing the dazed man to the ground and finishing off the last one.
Aberforth appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was in turmoil.
As Albus Dumbledore's brother, he was arguably one of the people who knew Dumbledore's talent and growth better than anyone else.
Even Dumbledore at that age had been far from capable of single-handedly dealing with several adult wizards!
Whether it was the magic they possessed or their combat abilities, they were far inferior to the little wizard in front of him!
Argus remained calm after dealing with the group.
He sat quietly at the bar.
"A butterbeer!"
Aberforth glanced at him and scooped a glass of golden liquid from the stained barrel.
"Two silver coins!"
Argus casually tossed it onto the table, picked up the butterbeer, and slowly began to drink it.
Although it's called beer, butterbeer was actually just a ginger ale.
It had no alcohol content.
It had a warming effect and was perfect for the British autumn and winter seasons.
"A new student at Hogwarts?"
Aberforth suddenly spoke up.
Argus didn't pay much attention and nodded casually.
"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger!"
"Since you acted relatively quickly, here's a piece of advice: these people have called for reinforcements, and they'll be here soon."
"It would be best to have a family member or professor come and pick you up."
"Otherwise..."
A cold female voice came from outside the door.
"What else can I do? Are you worried I can't afford to compensate you?"
"Mr. Dumbledore!"
Vinda Rosier walked gracefully toward Aberforth from the doorway.
Holding a magic wand, her expression was exceptionally chilling!
The moment Aberforth saw Vinda, his eyes turned cold.
Argus suddenly thought of something.
It seemed... Aberforth's sister had died because Dumbledore and Grindelwald were fighting!
Was this old man taking his grudge out on all the acolytes?
He desperately wanted to find evidence to prove that all of this was just speculation.
But the two men's almost tangible killing intent clearly told him otherwise.
No!
His eyes kept darting between the two of them.
Vinda Rosier, as Grindelwald's number one follower, needed no further explanation.
With decades of magical accumulation, her strength had reached a new level.
Aberforth was Dumbledore's brother, and in the original books, he was someone who dared to challenge Voldemort!
If these two fought, they'd probably tear the whole Hogsmeade village apart!
Aberforth stepped out from behind the bar, his withered hands gripping his wand tightly.
"Vinda Rosier!"
"I was just wondering whose kid this is, with such strength at such a young age."
"I didn't expect this..."
"There are many things you haven't considered!" Vinda retorted without backing down, her emerald eyes fixed on Aberforth!
"Vinda, calm down! Calm down!"