Once Dumbledore's order was finished, it was Tom's turn.
Tom placed the candies in his hand on the counter, watched as Ambrosius Frum weighed them one by one and then calculated the total price. Tom watched as Frum put the Pepper Devils on the scales and mentioned that it would be better if they came in the form of peppers.
As a result, Frum pulled out some peppers, "These spit fire too, but they're a little hot, so they don't sell very well."
Tom looked at the finger-long red peppers and, intrigued, added them to his cart.
"Is there anything else you'd like to buy?" Mr. Frum was very handy and had packed all the candy during the conversation.
"I'd also like to buy a wine chocolate, the kind that spits fire after eating."
"Flaming chocolates, a wise choice," Mr. Frum said, pulling a beautifully wrapped gift box off the counter, "They're selling very well lately, Mr. Lockhart, and I have another kind of chocolate here, that kind of chocolate, with a little magic potion in it, you can..."
"No need!" Tom felt Dumbledore's eyes sharpen beside him and, fearing the proprietor would say something he shouldn't, so he interrupted him and hastily paid the bill and left.
After this trip to Honeydukes, Tom's wallet had thinned and he had two large bags in his hands. It wasn't practical to carry two bags, but Dumbledore pulled out a small money pouch and stuffed all the sweets they had bought into it.
"The Undetectable Extension Charm, a very useful little spell. But all objects that have an Undetectable Extension Charm theoretically have to be reported to the Ministry of Magic."
"So your bag...?"
"I said theoretically." Dumbledore tucked the money pouch into the sleeve of his robe, "This spell could raise a wizard's standard of living considerably, would you use it?"
Tom shook his head.
"Look in the library for a textbook, I remember one that goes into quite a bit of detail..."
They arrived outside Honeydukes, heading for their destination, the Pig's Head pub. Tom wanted to go here, on a whim, his trip to Hogsmeade was primarily to buy chocolate with wine.
With that task accomplished, it was time to take the opportunity to stroll around, we were already here.
On a whim, Tom chose the Hogshead pub as the next stop on his trip to Hogsmeade. It was a place to see some historical and cultural sites, and for Dumbledore to temper his presence a bit. Tom didn't like being greeted like a monkey in a crowd of strangers.
If Dumbledore was going to follow him everywhere for the rest of the day, he preferred to return to the castle immediately.
The Hog's Head pub was on the corner of Hogsmeade village, at the junction of a small road leading from the post office on Central Avenue. As Dumbledore passed the post office, he seemed to remember something important, so he cancelled his plans to go to the Hogshead pub. He gave Tom directions to the pub and then entered the post office, disappearing behind its doors.
The important thing, perhaps, did not exist. Dumbledore didn't feel ready, he didn't want to go to the Hog's Head pub just yet.Then let Lockhart go alone! Dumbledore felt that Lockhart wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary, and Dumbledore was willing to give him that confidence.
Tom followed Dumbledore's directions and found the historic but very dilapidated tavern. Located at the crossroads of the road, the pub had a decaying appearance: the wooden sign was rotten and the supports holding it up were rusted. The slightest breeze produced a "creaking" sound. Tom believed that the fact that it had not fallen over in the wind was due to magic. The sign depicted a severed pig's head, wrapped in a blood-stained white cloth. I'm afraid that's what the Pig's Head was called.
Before arriving at the bar, Tom had wrapped himself in a robe, revealing only one eye. But the robe was not his strongest disguise, but Lockhart's.
He made his way inside, the first floor of the Pig's Head Bar was the bar and the second floor was the hotel. On the first floor was a small, dark and very dingy room. The inside of the bar is very poorly lit, even during the day, with candles, the light from outside barely penetrates due to the dirt that accumulates on several of the windows. This is literally a place where dirt hides.
[Mission: Travel the World]
[Objective: explore the magical world]
[Stage 5]
[Progress: 2/16]
[Map of the pig's head bar unlocked].
Inside the bar there are rough wooden tables with lit candles, and the floor looks like mud, but it is actually a stone floor with centuries of accumulated dirt.
Inside the bar there was a strong smell of sheep. Tom didn't want to explore the monuments any further when he smelled it. Of course, the bar was not for tourists either, and the visitors clearly had other objectives.
The bar was sparsely populated with a few customers, each sitting quietly in their own seats, which made the bar not look like a pub. Among the few patrons were strange men with their heads wrapped in dirty gray bandages and witches with thick black scarves covering their heads and feet.
In the center of the bar is a dirty bar with old bottles of suspicious liquids. Behind the bar is a bartender with a glass and a rag that looks even dirtier than the glass, a rag that gives the impression that it is better not to wipe than to clean.
The group, all of them, had a strange air about them, almost as if the word "bad" was written all over their faces. But at the Pig's Head Bar they fit right in. There was also a very strange man sitting at the bar. He was strange because he was so far from the bar that anyone looking at him would have thought he didn't belong here: he was dressed too neatly, decently and cleanly.
He was a handsome young man, wearing a bowler hat and a black double-breasted trench coat. The physical appearance of his clothes created a sense of incongruity with his surroundings. Most importantly, he made no attempt to hide his face. Everyone had an unobstructed view of his face.
When Tom walked into the Pig's Head, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. But most of them just looked at him and then looked away. Only the decent "weirdo," who didn't follow the unspoken rules, looked at Tom and gawked.