I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Rove and Dumbledore discussed Death and the three brothers in depth, but at the end of the topic, he suddenly remembered another thing.

"Professor Dumbledore, in the bathroom that night, I found Mrs. Pince being attacked, and I saw that black-robed wizard collecting this."

Rove took out a bottle from his arms, which contained a black substance, he shook the bottle slightly and said:

"The man was running away in a hurry, and the bottle fell... What is this?"

After Dumbledore took the bottle, he just glanced at it and said softly, "Fear."

"fear?"

"Fear is not an illusory concept, but a real powerful force, just like... love." Dumbledore sighed softly.

"Why does that person collect such things?"

"Maybe creating a non-existent life..." Dumbledore was about to explain in detail when hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and he whispered:

"Rove, come to my office tonight."

Rove hummed, and he looked up, only to see Aberforth striding over, and he shouted in a rough voice:

"I'm sorry to interrupt the secret conversation between the two of you to save the world... Now it's time to eat, everyone has been waiting for a long time!"

"Sorry, let's eat first." Dumbledore stood up, smiled and walked downstairs.

Aberforth snorted coldly, dragged a large table to the center of the living room, and shouted: "You two little fellows, quickly serve the food!"

Soon, Shirley and Hermione trotted up the stairs holding the dishes, but the two little girls didn't put the bowls and spoons on the table immediately.

"This table is also dirty." Hermione frowned slightly: "How long has it been since you wiped it?"

Aberforth coughed his throat: "It was either last Christmas, or the Christmas of the year before... Anyway, I can't remember."

"..."

"It's okay, I brought the cloth." Shirley had expected this situation a long time ago. After all, the kitchen on the first floor was very dirty, and the living room was not clean.

"Help me with it." The ponytailed girl turned around and put the dishes in Rove's hands, then took out the towel that had been washed more than a dozen times, and wiped the table again.

"You'll be fine if you don't do anything!" Aberforth muttered.

"The disease comes from the mouth." Shirley corrected earnestly, wiping the table again and again.

"Isn't it enough to wipe it once?!" Aberforth saw that the little girl loved cleaning so much, and she worked quite neatly, so he said casually:

"You might as well come and work in my bar, cleaning the tables and sweeping the floor every day... I'll pay you."

"Sorry, Mr. Dumbledore." Shirley glanced at Rove quietly, and said with a smile, "I already have a job!"

"That's right." Rove held the plate and said with a straight face on purpose:

"Mr. Dumbledore, it's not a good habit to poach my assistant in front of my boss."

"You have an assistant at a young age?" Aberforth sneered:

"However, your grandfather had an assistant, Bundy, so you really learned from him."

"It's just a family tradition." Rove said indifferently.

Aberforth glanced downstairs, and suddenly lowered his voice, "By the way, little guy, what was my brother talking to you just now?"

"We chatted about some academic issues." Rove nonsense: "For the specific content, you can ask Professor Dumbledore."

"I don't care what you guys are talking about!" Aberforth said coldly:

"But I know my brother, he will use his words to trick others into willingly doing things for him, especially those close to him!"

The old man glanced at the portrait of a young girl on the mantelpiece, and he said with complicated eyes:

"Your grandfather Newt is like this. When he was young, he was tricked by my brother and went to New York and Bhutan. He did many dangerous things."

Aberforth sneered: "My brother is getting close to you now, you'd better stay away from him, don't be betrayed by him, and count Galleons for him!"

Facing Aberforth's slander, Hermione was a little unconvinced, and she retorted:

"Professor Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster of Hogwarts. What he wants to do must be glorious and great, not as dirty as you said."

"Great fart, glorious six! Don't be stupid, kid." Aberforth said with a straight face:

"What do you know? My brother learned secrecy and lying at my mother's knee. Don't believe anything he says, let alone do anything to him. The only way to stay away from him is the safest..."

The old man wanted to continue persuading, but footsteps were heard at the stairs, and Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall came together, and he quickly shut up.

After wiping the table, all the meals were served on the table, and the four sat down separately.

The food made by Aberforth is very strange, it looks dark, very similar to Indian dark cuisine, but unexpectedly it tastes good.

"This fried fish, you have to eat it with vinegar." Aberforth brought a large bottle of vinegar from the table.

Seeing that Shirley and Hermione wanted to pour it into the bowl, Rove quickly winked at them.

"What's the matter? Scamander's boy? Do you think my cooking is not delicious?" Aberforth stared.

"No, I'm just worried about the vinegar..." Rove said softly, "Is there any special additive?"

"What kind of additive?" Aberforth said with a straight face, "I bought a good sauce-flavored vinegar at a high price!"

"Really?" Rove raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Then I heard the prefect said that the vinegar in your store is the vinegar in the wooden barrels in the lounge of our college.

Students collect them and sell them to you at a low price. "

"You can drink vinegar indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately!" Aberforth hurriedly said, "Don't slander me!"

But everyone at the table didn't dare to be jealous anymore, for fear that it was magic and hard work!

"Come on, have some wine." Aberforth changed the subject, picked up a large jar of mead, and poured a glass for Rove, Shirley and Hermione respectively.

Professor McGonagall objected: "Kids can't drink alcohol!"

"Today is the Christmas holiday!" Aberforth said disdainfully: "Besides, I stole alcohol when I was in the second grade, and I'm fine now!"

"That's you, so you didn't graduate from Hogwarts in the end." Professor McGonagall looked sternly, and she pursed her lips: "But don't spoil my three best students."

"Then do you know which college buys the most spirits from me?" Aberforth said with a smile:

"It's you Gryffindors, the twins of the Weasley family, who came to buy Heat whiskey last time..."

"..."

Professor McGonagall gave Aberforth a nasty look, and she said how she won the Slytherin Quidditch team last time, and when the lounge was celebrating... there was wine!

Professor McGonagall was arguing with Aberforth, and Dumbledore was trying to persuade him to fight, but he didn't agree with each other, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

The three little ones ignored them.

Rove held up his wine glass, and Shirley and Hermione also raised their glasses. The three of them lightly touched each other and said with a cheerful smile:

"cheers!"

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