Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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The furnishings in the pig's head bar remained unchanged, with dust and stains everywhere. Although Maca didn't care about this, he still felt that it would be more comfortable to at least clean it up.

Of course, he didn't come here tonight to make Aberforth clean the bar.

"What are you doing here? For you, there are enough places to go, right?" Aberforth said impatiently, placing the glass in his hand on the bar.

"It's Christmas Eve today, and everyone can take a break. It's fine for me to have a drink, isn't it?" Maca said with no care.

"Come a drink? Huh ... Really?"

Aberforth hummed with unclear meaning, and immediately pulled out a long bottle from the wine rack behind him, opened the cap, and murmured the wine into a large cup .

It can be seen from the rich foam that it should be some kind of beer. But Maca saw that liquor had a weird taupe.

"Drink! I'll ask you for this cup today--" Aberforth looked at Maca calmly, "I think you'll finish it, will you? Merry Christmas!"

He said, shoving the quirky beer in front of Maca, and then he put on a perfect look.

"Oh ... okay!" Maca looked at the pint of beer deep enough, and nodded, "If you think that's good ..."

As soon as he had finished speaking, he grabbed the wine glass and poured a large mouthful into his mouth. An instant his face wrinkled.

That taste, bitterness is not bitter, or spicy or not, there is an unusual horror taste. He thought he could bear it, but the taste was really hard to swallow.

But for this glass of wine today, he must at least take a sip.

"This ..." Maca swallowed hard, then exhaled, "What kind of wine is this?"

"'Gamp's old-fashioned sociable wine'," Aberforth glared at him, "the brand of the Broken Cauldron Bar, named after the first Minister of Magic-"

"This is the wine that rewards 100 Jingalongs after drinking?" Maca said bitterly. "No wonder no one has received a bonus since the eighteenth century to this day ... who ... who can finish it?"

"There was only one person who could finish it," Aberforth said lightly. "It was Gamp himself."

"... Fortunately, you didn't say it was you." Maca shook her head.

"Well, would you finish it after I said it?" Aberforth said coldly, "Say! Boy, why did you come to me tonight?"

Marka paused after hearing the words.

To be honest, at present he doesn't look as calm as usual, and from the perspective of others, he always feels hesitant about him.

Although Aberforth was five big and three coarse, he was often vulgar and vulgar when he spoke, but his mind was very delicate, and he had a keen insight into the behavior of others.

Although Maca had only been here a few times, Aberforth had seen before that he was a little bit wrong.

"... Um," Maca shrugged. "Did you just say that? Come for a drink, that's all."

Aberforth frowned, his white beard shaking impatiently.

"Drink it!" He pointed to the cup in front of Maca, decisively.

Maca glanced at him, but this time she said nothing, but sighed softly. Then he grabbed the cup again, and grunted and poured a large cup into his throat.

In the end, he really couldn't drink, so he had to slap the cup on the bar again.

"I'm not sure what's tangled in your head, and I don't care about those." Aberforth stared at Maca again, "I just want to ask you one thing— —Are you satisfied? "

"No, I'm not—" "Don't deny it!"

Maca's words were interrupted by Aberforth.

"Yes, I was not quite sure just now, but from the moment you started to deny, I have enough reasons to be convinced of my conjecture-" Abu Fushi said impatiently, "Enough? I don't need to worry about you as a child! "

"Hey, Aberforth ..." Maca opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

But he didn't say it, but Aberforth continued to say it.

"... Or do you think you have a responsibility for Albus' death? That's why I ran to me on this Christmas Eve?" The old man glanced at him, "Don't dream, this is all I Brother, his own responsibility, your brain is so easy to use-even Albus has praised you here, don't you understand? "

Maca was silent for a moment, but in the end she could only softly say with a voice that only she could hear: "... No, you don't understand."

To Albus Dumbledore himself, Maca had no guilt.

As Aberforth said, his brother's death was only his own choice, not to mention that for a true wizard, Dumbledore did not really "dead".

But Dumbledore's death prematurely was undoubtedly a change brought by Maca. He doesn't feel sorry for Albus Dumbledore, but it doesn't mean he doesn't feel sorry for others.

The death of Albus Dumbledore means that the Aberforth Dumbledore in front of him has become a real person-he has no relatives anymore.

Not only did Maca fail to redeem the incident, it also brought it forward.

Aberforth is an old man enough to make Maca feel good. Even if he is rude and unreasonable, he still doesn't have a good face for him, and the same is true.

This sturdy old wizard is very different from his elder brother. Every sentence of him is a straightforward expression of his inner feelings, and he never acts secretly.

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, Maca failed to treat Professor Dumbledore as a very close person, but he was always willing to make friends with his younger brother.

But where could Dmitri Bulido's death be advanced?

He just didn't expect that Aberforth not only had a very good memory, but also had a keen insight, and guessed his thoughts so quickly.

All I can say is that he was a little too relaxed on this Christmas Eve tonight.

"... Albus's death has nothing to do with you, I can still be sure of that."

Aberforth took back the mug in front of Maca, and then gave him a bottle of butter beer, saying casually, "Before he left, I've been here once before ..."

As he spoke, he glanced intently at the back room. A magical portrait of a young girl hung in the direction where he looked, but it was not visible here.

Maca knew that Professor Dumbledore was here to see his sister with his brother.

"Dumbledore ... I mean, what did your brother say to you?" Maca asked.

"Nothing was said," Aberforth said angrily, "what would he say? He has been like that since he was young, and he wouldn't say anything ... but if he doesn't say it, I can't see it? When I saw him, I knew that my younger brother was back again! His mind was full of unrealistic ideas ... "

"Uh ..." My brother accused his brother, which was a conflict between the family members, and Maca could not comment.

"... So I also know that no matter what he dies for, it is undoubtedly his own choice." Aberforth said coldly, "I care if he dies? Anyway, how old is it? well?"

"Then ..." Maca said uncritically, "Did you hear about the funeral? Would you go?"

"Well, do you want me to go?" Abu Fushi asked with a hint.

He said so, and Marka was clear in his heart—the old man had a clear mind and was hiding something in his heart. No wonder Professor Dumbledore could rest assured that he was lurking here.

To say that Aberforth is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, in fact, not many people know it. Especially since the reconstruction of the Order of the Phoenix, it is only Kingsley and Moody that have been in talks with him.

Even Mondungus, who occasionally makes deals with him, does not know that the bar owner is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Well! Marka nodded, "At that time, some staff scheduling matters will be left to you-I will let Kingsley explain to you, and you will be responsible with him. "

"Well." Aberforth snorted, indicating that he would cooperate.

This operation is actually not as convenient as it used to be, especially on the command side, when more people will definitely be needed to temporarily adjust it.

Because the situation this time is not easy to predict, it is difficult to make a series of plans in advance.

Maca warmed her butter beer a little, then poured it into her throat with a big mouthful, and drank it all over the sky.

Since Aberforth was so calm about his brother's death, it was naturally difficult for him to take care of it. Even if you still feel guilty, that can only be put aside and no longer thinking about it.

After drinking the drink, Makaha took a sigh of heat, stood up, and walked out.

"Anyway, be careful, this time the situation may be a little confusing." He left this sentence, pushed open the wooden door of the bar, knocked out and left.

Aberforth watched the doors close, so he cleared the glass, closed the door in advance, and walked into the back room.

The pig's head bar rarely snoozes early, but today is Christmas Eve, and basically no guests will come. Even if someone wants to go out for a drink and chat for a long time, most people will go to the three brooms on the other side of Hogsmeade instead of running here.

Aberforth sat at the small table in the back room, poured himself a little wine, and looked at the portrait on the wall.

"Arianna, Merry Christmas."

The calm-looking blonde girl nodded slightly at him, a slight invisible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.