Abufosi was already quite old, so he wouldn't really mind a little boy with a drake voice.
Suddenly, so many people came to the Pig Head Bar, and his first reaction was a bit of discomfort.
Since the opening of the Pig Head Bar, it seemed like this was the first time so many people had come.
Being a somewhat solitary person, he didn't quite like such a lively environment.
But on the other hand, guests are guests, and they are Hogwarts students, so Abufosi had no reason to kick them out.
Harry noticed Draco at the door, and when he looked up, Draco also saw him.
"Oh, Harry." Draco sidled up with a grin, "I was just telling Crabbe and Gall why you would choose such a bar?"
"You might want to watch your words." Harry had just heard what Draco said, so he kindly reminded him, "The owner of this bar is Principal Dumbledore's brother, biological brother."
Draco cleared his throat and said with great flexibility, "Oh, well, I think this bar actually has its merits, doesn't it?"
"You didn't say that just now." Crabbe ruthlessly exposed Draco's lie from behind him.
"Yes, that's not what you said!" Gall also eagerly exposed him.
"You two!" Draco said angrily, his face flushed, "If you don't want to stay here, you can get out!"
"Oh, we didn't hear anything just now." The two Little Giants said in unison.
If Harry had seen that Muggle cartoon, he would've realized these two guys' voices were just like Patrick Star's.
Full of an air of wisdom.
"So." Harry smiled and said, "Are all the Slytherin people here?"
"I'll go check." Draco quickly turned and left.
"Ron." Harry turned again to Ron and said, "You go notify the Hufflepuff class prefect, and the Ravenclaw class prefect to come to me."
"What about the Slytherin ones?" Ron asked with malicious intent, eyeing Draco's departing figure.
Harry, of course, knew what Ron intended, so he smiled and said, "Alright, if you want, you can also call over the Slytherin class prefect."
Ron left happily and came back shortly, bringing six male and female class prefects from the other three houses to the bar counter.
"Pleased to see you all, everyone." Harry smiled and said to them, "I hope you can now go check whether all the students from your respective houses are here."
"Okay, professor." The prefects all left, and before leaving, Draco glared at Ron fiercely.
In return, Ron rolled his eyes and made a face at him.
Harry picked up his Butter Beer, took a happy sip, and then sat in place, waiting for the prefects to return.
Before long, the prefects from each house returned.
"Hufflepuff is all here." Hanna Abbo said.
"Ravenclaw is all here." Padma Patil, who is Gryffindor's Parvati Patil's sister, said, she is the female prefect for Ravenclaw.
"Slytherin is all here." Pansy Parkinson said; she is the female prefect for Slytherin.
"Gryffindor as well." Hermione then spoke, and her gaze crossed with Pansy in the air, sparking an invisible flame.
"Okay." Harry stood up, clapping his hands together and said, "I'll give everyone half an hour to order some drinks in the Pig Head Bar, and in half an hour, we'll gather at the bar counter, where I'll test your Iron Armor Spell progress, okay?"
"Of course." The prefects said in unison.
"Good." Harry clapped his hands again, "It's free time now, and I think you can order some drinks—except for the ones containing actual alcohol."
Once the prefects dispersed, Ron sneaked over and whispered, "Harry, I think we could come over during the holiday."
"Why?" Harry raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you really like Abufosi's cooking?"
"Oh, that's part of it." Ron grinned, "But what I'm really saying is... I'd enjoy some Flaming Whiskey, and I think Abufosi would probably sell it to us, don't you agree?"
Harry smacked his lips and shook his head, saying, "Hard to say."
"Just give up that thought, Ron!" Hermione said angrily from behind: "You're a class prefect, how could you do that?"
"Relax, Hermione." Ron said with a cheeky grin, "You can't use Hogwarts rules to restrain me during the holidays, can you?"
Hermione folded her arms and snorted, "It's not just Hogwarts rules, I won't allow you to do such a thing either! Ron! Just give up on it!"
Ron glanced at Hermione, but said nothing.
"I wouldn't mind selling you some Flaming Whiskey." Abufosi suddenly said, "But, I don't want to break Hogwarts rules, so come back in your seventh year, Ron."
Ron sighed with regret.
"Still have to wait two years..."
"Why not look at the bright side?" Harry said with a cheerful smile, "At least you don't have to worry about Hermione still managing you by then."
But to be honest, when Harry said this, he was a bit dubious.
Would Hermione not manage Ron by then?
He thought a bit sadly, maybe Ron could never escape Hermione's grasp in this lifetime!
"Harry." Neville's voice rang out as he pulled up a chair to sit down.