Going to the Hog's Head

Thinking of this, Wizet bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Dumbledore, I'm more concerned about... what can I do here?"

"Alas..." Aberforth shook his head and sighed deeply, looking heartbroken. "The way you are now... reminds me of the great... Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"He was just like you when he was young. Meticulous, rigid... you were even better! What house were you sorted into? Gryffindor? Or Ravenclaw?"

"Ravenclaw," Wizet said.

"If it's Ravenclaw, then it's quite fitting..." Aberforth stroked his beard and sighed again.

"Since I've already agreed, you can stay! I hope it won't affect my bar business..."

"Thank you..." Dumbledore's eyes flashed, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief. "When do you need him to come? I'll give him a Hogsmeade Pass."

"I don't need that kind of thing!" Aberforth waved his hand dismissively, "Not being old enough is not being old enough!"

"Starting next week, he has to come here every Friday night... He can't use the Hogsmeade Pass; he has to find a way to get here himself!"

Regarding the question of the Soul Soothing Potion Soul Soothing Potion, Wizet specifically asked Quirrell about it.

Once he was certain that the Potions hadn't caused Quirrell any trouble, he felt relieved and focused on his studies.

In addition to reviewing and reinforcing what they had learned in class, Wizet also assigned some extra tasks.

He had five notebooks on hand.

Two of the books were from Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape's private lectures, two were Christmas gifts from Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, and the last one was Grindelwald's notes.

The abundant resources he has are enough to allow him to make his life more fulfilling.

On Monday, I studied two private lecture notes; Tuesday night, I had Quidditch practice; on Wednesday, I studied Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall's notes; and on Thursday, I studied Grindelwald's notes.

As for Friday night, he needs to go to Hog's Head.

As for the first little test set up by Aberforth, Wizet had already learned from Fred and George about a secret passage leading into Hogsmeade.

After his flight lesson, he followed the route map given to him by Fred and George and turned into a secluded corridor on the fourth floor of the castle.

In the middle of the corridor stands One-Eyed Witch Statue, posing with her back to the corridor and looking back.

Wizet drew her wand and tapped the statue's hunchback. "Dissendium!"

With a series of soft "clicking" sounds, the statue's hunchback split in two, opening up a narrow passage that was completely dark inside.

Just to be on the safe side, Wizet snapped his fingers, turning them into Devil's Snare, before bending down and crawling into the narrow passage.

After a week of hard work, he finally completed his first Nonverbal Spellcasting: Ancient Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil's Snare Form)

However, the Nonverbal Spellcasting process was not stable enough, so he took a shortcut and used "snap his fingers" as the command to trigger the Devil's Snare Form.

Inside the narrow passage was a slide. After sliding for a long distance, Wizet stepped onto a patch of wet, cold mud.

With the help of the Devil's Snare Form, he carefully observed his surroundings and made his way through the new passage in the dark.

Wizet unfolded a map in her mind, absorbing the Ancient Magic Power contained within each area that lit up.

The passageway meanders and twists, resembling a tunnel dug by some giant rodent.

At the end of the tunnel, a steep stone staircase appears, leading upwards and seemingly without end.

This long journey becomes slightly more interesting because it allows one to absorb Ancient Magic Power.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Wizet finally reached the end of the stone steps, where there was a trapdoor.

Wizet used the Devil's Snare Form to scout the area, and only after confirming that no one was around did she finally push open the trapdoor.

Wizet let out a sigh of relief. "Just like Fred and the others said, this is the Honeydukes's cellar."

He glanced back at the trapdoor, which was now closed and blended into the surrounding floor.

After some twists and turns, Wizet opened the back door of the Hog's Head, following the route he remembered.

He didn't go up to the hotel; he waited quietly in the lobby.

Not long after, Aberforth, covered in flour, appeared before him.

"It seems you haven't been corrupted by Albus. I thought you'd have to wait until next month to find a way to sneak here. How did you get here?"

This was the second time Wizet had met Aberforth, and it was clear that Aberforth and Dumbledore were like two sides of the same coin.

Dumbledore always kept himself neatly dressed, spoke politely, treated people with gentleness and friendliness, and often wore a kind smile.

Aberforth, on the other hand, was somewhat unkempt and spoke in a gruff voice. His eyebrows, similar to Dumbledore's, were raised high, giving him a rather fierce appearance.

"I learned about a secret passage from a friend," Wizet said.

"The fact that you're telling me about the secret passage means you two have a good relationship." Aberforth raised an eyebrow. "Much better than Albus. Come with me!"

The bar lobby was even darker than the Leaky Cauldron, and the air was thick with the smell of mutton. Chewing sounds kept coming from the direction of the bar, where a moving wild boar specimen was grinding its teeth.

Wizet had only taken a few steps when she noticed several menacing glances.

Most of the customers behind the bar were hidden in black robes, but their eyes seemed to glow, exuding a hint of sinister malice.

Several people, upon seeing that Wizet was a child, immediately took off their hoods, smoothed their messy hair, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, hissing and laughing strangely.

Aberforth led Wizet into a side room, which was brighter with candles lit around it.

A long table covered in flour sat in the center, several bags of flour were piled up in the corner, and there were also ingredients such as sugar and butter on the shelves, making it look like a place for making bread.

"This is the Hog's Head. You can still leave now," Aberforth said. "Not only are the customers outside inferior to those at Hogwarts, but so am I!"

Wizet shook her head and asked loudly, "Mr. Dumbledore, what do I need to do?"

"Don't call me ' Mr. Dumbledore,'" Aberforth said solemnly. "Just call me Aberforth, and I'll call you Wizet, it's that simple."

"Yes, Aberforth."

"Hmm." Aberforth nodded, drew his wand and summoned two round stools, gesturing for Wizet to sit down.

He then took out a Strange Parchment covered with densely packed, bizarre characters that together formed the symbol of an eye.

When Wizet looked at the parchment, the eyes on it suddenly opened and spoke in a voice that was neither male nor female, "Where is your home?"