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Harry
remembered
Hagrid
mentioning
this
pub
in
his
first
year
:
'
Yeh
get
a
lot
o
'
funny
folk
in
the
Hog
's
Head
,
'
he
had
said
,
explaining
how
he
had
won
a
dragon
's
egg
from
a
hooded
stranger
there
.
At
the
time
Harry
had
wondered
why
Hagrid
had
not
found
it
odd
that
the
stranger
kept
his
face
hidden
throughout
their
encounter
;
now
he
saw
that
keeping
your
face
hidden
was
something
of
a
fashion
in
the
Hog
's
Head
.
There
was
a
man
at
the
bar
whose
whole
head
was
wrapped
in
dirty
grey
bandages
,
though
he
was
still
managing
to
gulp
endless
glasses
of
some
smoking
,
fiery
substance
through
a
slit
over
his
mouth
;
two
figures
shrouded
in
hoods
sat
at
a
table
in
one
of
the
windows
;
Harry
might
have
thought
them
dementors
if
they
had
not
been
talking
in
strong
Yorkshire
accents
,
and
in
a
shadowy
corner
beside
the
fireplace
sat
a
witch
with
a
thick
,
black
veil
that
fell
to
her
toes
.
They
could
just
see
the
tip
of
her
nose
because
it
caused
the
veil
to
protrude
slightly
.
'
I
do
n't
know
about
this
,
Hermione
,
'
Harry
muttered
,
as
they
crossed
to
the
bar
.
He
was
looking
particularly
at
the
heavily
veiled
witch
.
'
Has
it
occurred
to
you
Umbridge
might
be
under
that
?
'
Hermione
cast
an
appraising
eye
over
the
veiled
figure
.
'
Umbridge
is
shorter
than
that
woman
,
'
she
said
quietly
.
'
And
anyway
,
even
if
Umbridge
does
come
in
here
there
's
nothing
she
can
do
to
stop
us
,
Harry
,
because
I
've
double
-
and
triple-checked
the
school
rules
.
We
're
not
out
of
bounds
;
I
specifically
asked
Professor
Flitwick
whether
students
were
allowed
to
come
in
the
Hog
's
Head
,
and
he
said
yes
,
but
he
advised
me
strongly
to
bring
our
own
glasses
.
And
I
've
looked
up
everything
I
can
think
of
about
study
groups
and
homework
groups
and
they
're
definitely
allowed
.
I
just
do
n't
think
it
's
a
good
idea
if
we
parade
what
we
're
doing
.
'
'N
o
,
'
said
Harry
drily
,
'
especially
as
it
's
not
exactly
a
homework
group
you
're
planning
,
is
it
?
'
The
barman
sidled
towards
them
out
of
a
back
room
.
He
was
a
grumpy-looking
old
man
with
a
great
deal
of
long
grey
hair
and
beard
.
He
was
tall
and
thin
and
looked
vaguely
familiar
to
Harry
.
'
What
?
'
he
grunted
.
'
Three
Butterbeers
,
please
,
'
said
Hermione
.
The
man
reached
beneath
the
counter
and
pulled
up
three
very
dusty
,
very
dirty
bottles
,
which
he
slammed
on
the
bar
.
