The night in early October was chilly, and Hogsmeade seemed cold and dark. Felix walked on the empty streets. There was no one around. Even the patrolling Aurors and strikers had gone to find a place to keep warm. Unless someone pressed the alarm or triggered the Howling Curse, they would not come out.

The small houses and shops on both sides of the street were closed, and the Hog's Head Inn was no exception. However, Felix found a faint light through the gaps between the closed doors and windows. After knocking on the door for two minutes, the door finally opened.

Standing at the door was a face that looked like Dumbledore, but with an angry face. The old man was tall and thin, and stood firmly in front of him.

"Why didn't I notice it before?" Felix muttered.

"It's closed. Come back tomorrow if you have anything!" The bar owner said in a very aggressive tone. He also had a long beard, but the color was gray.

"There's no point in driving customers out," Felix chuckled and tilted his head to one side, "Let me in, I see two people drinking in the corner! By the way, your business hours are really late."

Aberforth Dumbledore, the owner of the Hog's Head and the only male waiter, stared at him. The direction Felix pointed to was only the cold wall, but if you go through the wall, you will find that his statement is exactly right.

"They are staying here," said Aberforth.

Felix shrugged and didn't answer. The two confronted each other for a few seconds, and Aberforth reluctantly gave up his position.

"Don't make trouble, or I'll throw you out." He threatened in a low voice and closed the door after Felix went in.

Felix stood in the room and looked around. The bar was not big and had a smell of sheep. It might be because of the night, the light was very dim, and a few candles were burning quietly. He quickly glanced at the only table of guests in the bar. It was almost midnight, so the two people did not disguise themselves, allowing Felix to see their faces clearly.

There were two dirty bottles of strong liquor on the table.

What a coincidence, Felix thought, the two faces were exactly the same as the information he had read, and they were exactly two of the three targets he was looking for, a group of notorious dark wizards who committed murders in many countries.

He walked towards the bar as if nothing had happened, but the two dark wizards were stunned. The target they had been planning suddenly appeared, making them a little restless. However, it is said that Felix Hepp was very powerful and made a big splash in the Quidditch World Cup. He knocked down hundreds of wizards by himself. Even if he was facing a group of unconscious drunkards who were only venting their emotions at the time, this number was quite amazing.

Their eyes followed Felix all the way to the bar and sat down. At this time, Aberforth also flashed in from the side door of the bar and returned to his familiar position.

"What kind of wine do you want?" He asked in a rough voice, picking up a tattered rag and wiping the highball glass.

"A glass of fire whiskey. Oh, forget it." Felix looked at the dirty rag in Aberforth's hand. It looked like it hadn't been changed for hundreds of years. It seemed to be from the same era as the stone floor, which had no original appearance.

"I want to find out a piece of information." Felix said. His words attracted the attention of two wizards in the corner. They listened attentively, but Felix knocked on the bar table and they couldn't hear anything.

"I'm not an intelligence dealer or information broker. I'm just the owner of a bar." The old man said impatiently.

On the other side, two dark wizards looked at each other.

"Do it?" One of them licked his lips and asked.

"Wait a little longer, that male waiter is not easy to deal with. He has thrown out more than a dozen unruly people in the past two days. When Felix Hep leaves, we will follow him and wait for an opportunity to take action..."

"Should we notify the third brother? He has drunk a lot of wine, and the fourth and fifth brothers have not come back yet."

"Don't alert the enemy, it will be bad to attract the attention of that man." Another dark wizard said gloomily. That is the Elder Wand. If they succeed, the more people they have to deal with, the more trouble they will have.

The two dark wizards obviously didn't know that they had become the subject of others' discussion. At the bar, Felix glanced slightly in the direction of the corner, and Aberforth followed his gaze.

...

"I want to take three people away." Felix continued, as if he didn't hear what was said on the other side, "including those two." His tone was like a normal customer who ordered.

The male waiter of the Hog's Head Bar looked at him deeply, with the dirty rag in his hand hanging in the air. He roared in a low voice: "Do you think I will agree?"

"You should understand my concerns. They are all dangerous elements... It's their duty." Felix said.

"Oh? Aren't you the famous Professor Hep? When did you start working as an Auror?" Aberforth Dumbledore said sarcastically, "Is it because of that damn, overflowing sense of responsibility?" His blue eyes were exactly the same as his brother's, but no matter how Felix looked at it, he couldn't connect this color with the calm and vast deep sea.

His eyes were filled with irritability, as if a storm would roll up at any time.

Felix expressed his understanding, after all, his younger brother was always more lively.

"Speaking of this, I have unknowingly had many identities, and sometimes I get distressed by this," Felix said with a smile, not looking distressed at all, "Just recently, I also have the title of consultant to the Ministry of Magic, and a bounty hunter specially approved by the Ministry of Magic."

"Bounty hunter?" Aberforth seemed confused.

"Yes, just like vampire hunters, except that the latter is already considered an illegal profession, and my bounty hunter status was only approved recently." Felix said happily, shaking his left hand, and a piece of parchment suddenly appeared in their sight, "Do I need to take it to you for inspection?"

Aberforth stared at the Ministry of Magic seal on the parchment, breathing rapidly.

"Bang!" He punched the bar, and the bottles and jars shook. This made Felix discover another difference between him and Headmaster Dumbledore. Maybe because he was used to doing physical work, his joints were thick and his veins were protruding. He

said rudely: "If I had met someone like you who played with the law twenty years earlier, I would have broken your nose with one punch and thrown you out"

"I was only four years old at that time, are you sure you want to do this?" Felix grinned.

Aberforth stared at him, fed up with the unreasonable boy in front of him. He was not willing to study, and he didn't have much ink in his stomach. After graduation, he had dealt with quills and parchment only a few times. Now he couldn't control his anger.

He admitted that he had a prejudice against Felix Hep, and this prejudice was because of the people who lived in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts Castle. And they were in the same group.

But he suddenly had a good idea. This kind of idea didn't appear many times in his life, so he decided not to waste this inspiration. Aberforth said in a sarcastic tone: "So you want to tell me that you were as bad as you are now when you were four years old?"

"To some extent, I matured more precociously than most children." The person opposite him smiled, "I digressed. I said so much just to let you know that I have enough legitimate reasons. Of course, I don't want to make things too awkward. If we meet at a private gathering, it will inevitably be awkward. It will be you who is embarrassed... I have always been popular."

He was referring to the Order of the Phoenix. Combining the name of this old man and the customer base of the Hog's Head Inn, Felix knew that this was another pair of eyes of Headmaster Dumbledore.

After a moment of silence, Aberforth sniffed and asked, "What are you going to do? Don't tell me it's Albus's order."

"Of course not, it's my own decision."

Felix walked out of the range covered by the spell, making the floor creak. The two wizards in the corner looked over at the same time, their eyes fixed on the wand he had just taken out of his pocket. For a moment, the only sound in the Hog's Head was the crackling of the fire.

"Want it? This is a rare opportunity, you'll miss it if you miss it," Felix said in a seductive voice.

"Shut up, boy!" Aberforth was furious.

The two dark wizards looked at each other, and their identities seemed to be exposed, "Do it!"

Felix took a step forward, his eyes lit up with stars. One of the dark wizards shook his body, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer on the back of his head, and his body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground. The other dark wizard was still calm and did not panic because of his companion's failure.

Although the fear in his eyes was about to overflow, his movements were still smooth.

He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand condensed a deep black light. "Rotten" Felix took another step, and the wand stabbed out, holding back the last word of the dark wizard. In the physical sense, his chest collapsed a lot, and the whole person fell against the wall.

"There is one left, in room nine."

Felix looked towards the stairs. This was the news he had just received. Behind the bar, Aberforth had a scowl on his face, and pointed his wand at him.

"Leave here! This is not a place for you to mess around. Those two started it just now, and I won't pursue it, but don't try to drag my guests off the bed."

"How touching, you should know what kind of people they are, and I only picked the most dangerous ones..." Felix said, but Aberforth had no intention of giving in, and held up his wand stubbornly.

"My bar has been open for decades, and I know what rules I have to abide by." He said in a hoarse voice, with a very scary expression.

"What if I insist?" Felix looked at him.

"You can try!"

"Okay." Felix took a step back, as if he had compromised.

But he drew the wand in his hand downward, and the air rippled like water waves, piling up layers of folds. The small and dark room suddenly lit up for a moment, and a strong light burst out from Felix, and then quickly dimmed.

Aberforth looked at him warily, with the spell ready to be cast, but soon he opened his mouth in surprise, which made Felix quite curious, because the face that looked like him had never shown such an expression. The

silver halo spread around, and everything became brand new wherever it went. The greasy and muddy floor became smooth and flat; the dusty copper candlesticks became yellow and gleaming with metallic luster; Aberforth picked up the rag on the table and looked at it. The stains in the wood gaps covered by the rag disappeared...

His bar seemed to be brand new, just like when he just took over.

But all this only lasted for a few seconds, and soon the things in the house returned to their original state.

"What did you do?" Aberforth asked with a frown. He didn't see what happened, which was the worst. He was not a weak person. To be precise, he was much stronger than ordinary people. Therefore, he could clearly feel that the house where he had lived for decades had become unfamiliar, and an oppressive atmosphere enveloped him and isolated him.

If the rag in his hand suddenly jumped up and hit him in the next second, he would definitely not be surprised.

Felix put away his wand and waved at him.

"Let's each back off. I won't go up and let everyone know, but if that person comes down on his own and decides to go with me, it's none of your business, right?"

"Transfiguration?" Aberforth didn't respond. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then blurted out.

This answer made Felix curious, and he couldn't help asking, "Can Headmaster Dumbledore do something similar?" This was a skill he had figured out himself.

"If you mean controlling a piece of terrain," Aberforth muttered, "He did it in 1945, but it's hard to say now."

"That legendary duel? Were you there?"

"Legend? Legend?" Aberforth sneered.

He suddenly calmed down, put his wand back in his pocket, and began to wipe the goblet with the dirty rag again, but he looked absent-minded, looking towards the stairs from time to time. After a while, there was a noise upstairs. He stopped what he was doing and stared at the dark staircase, as if to confirm something.

A person floated out sideways.

Red face, yellow hair, scarred and scabby face, with one leg dragging on the ground.

Aberforth behind the bar suddenly opened his eyes wide. The dark wizard living in room nine did not float down by himself, but was carried down by someone. He was very familiar with the appearance of that person. He could see

another Aberforth Dumbledore every day when he looked in the mirror.

"Thank you, Aberforth." Felix said mischievously. The 'Aberforth' who was carrying the dark wizard remained silent and threw the dark wizard in his hand to the ground. "Bang." The eyelids of the real Aberforth behind the bar jumped. A big bump bulged on the head of the dark wizard, obviously hit by something.

Before he asked, he knew that the unfortunate wanted criminal was knocked unconscious by something: he saw another self suddenly jumped up and returned to his original form in mid-air. A copper candlestick. The candlestick fell on the bar, swaying, turning twice and stopping in front of him.

Aberforth probably guessed what Felix did: he used some method to spread his magic power to the entire bar, probably in the same principle as he could accurately know the location of the two dark wizards before entering the door? And this dark wizard was completely unaware of the danger in his sleep, or it might be that the alcohol made him lose his due vigilance. In short, the metal candlestick on his bedside floated in the air and knocked him unconscious, and then the candlestick transformed into its own appearance and carried the dark wizard downstairs...

"I hate pranks." Aberforth stared at Felix and said stiffly: "You have achieved your goal, you can go."

"Do you need me to convey your greetings to Albus?"

"No need." Aberforth yelled angrily. He had had enough tonight.

"If I say so, I'll come again tomorrow night."

"Get lost!"

Felix stopped talking. He waved his hand. Together with the two who fainted before, the three dark wizards were suspended in the air in a string and followed him silently. "Then I'll take my leave, Mr. Dumbledore." After he finished speaking, he walked towards the door.

Aberforth stared at Felix's back, feeling indescribably strange. He keenly felt that this young man was very similar to his brother in some ways. Under the polite appearance, there was an imperceptible arrogance and stubbornness. There were always people who used these words to describe themselves, but his temper was just more obvious.

But they were completely different. Aberforth thought, at least the guy who lived in the principal's office of Hogwarts would not do what he did today. He suddenly called Felix:

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Send them to where they should go. Unfortunately, I don't want to do this either." Felix replied.

Aberforth was surprised. "You plan to kill them?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, your idea is amazing. I just want to exchange them for some money. I told you at the beginning that I am a bounty hunter." Felix turned back to the old man and said, his spoils were crowded together, and his head rubbed against the ceiling.

It turned out that he was handed over to the Ministry of Magic...

"However, I did meet two lost guys at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. They touched the wall of Hogwarts." Felix pushed open the door of the bar, and a gust of wind blew in, making the old man's hands tremble. Felix stepped out of the bar with one foot, and at the same time directed the three dark wizards hanging in the air to float out one by one.

"Then what?" Aberforth asked.

He felt that the young man's character was full of bad taste. If he didn't ask this question, he would probably leave. He hated people who spoke halfway the most, because he would not sleep all night.

"Of course he died." Felix said calmly, and the door closed behind him.