Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

"Ugh." Dumbledore patted Hector's back gently, while Hector himself was retching non-stop.

"It's normal to Apparate for the first time, kid, you'll get used to it soon." Hector waved his hand, took a deep breath of fresh air, and rubbed his temples to relieve the strong discomfort.

"Mr. Dumbledore, where is this place?"Hector stood up and looked around, and saw a quiet and deep street. The houses on both sides of the street were a bit like the style of the last century.

"This is Hogsmeade, Hector, are you feeling better? We still have a short distance to go."

"Dumbledore led Hector along the central street for a distance and turned into a small alley next to the post office.

"Aberforth never liked me to Apparate directly to his tavern."Dumbledore was particularly gentle today, he explained patiently,"I have a little conflict with him, he has always not wanted to see me, but I think today should be an exception."

Dumbledore stopped at the door of a tavern with a pig's head hanging on it, and saw Aberforth standing at the door.

He crossed his hands on his chest, his whole body was dirty, his hair was messy and unkempt, and there was anger and disdain in his eyes. Dumbledore put down Hector's hand and went to meet him.

"Albus, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."Aberforth clenched his fists and stared fiercely at his brother who looked very similar to him. Dumbledore did not answer in a hurry, but led Hector from behind to the front.

"Oh, please don't tell me you sent Fox just to show off to me."Aberforth's sarcasm got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. He stared at the skinny child who had just walked out of the darkness with wide eyes, with infinite surprise on his fierce face.

Aberforth first squatted down and looked at Hector's face carefully, then looked at Dumbledore, who nodded at him.

Aberforth turned and walked into the pub, knocking hard on the counter.

"We are closed tonight! Everyone, get out of here!"

Aberforth's intimidation was enough. Even if there were a few stubborn people who wanted to argue about right and wrong to get some advantage, they left the pub obediently after seeing Albus Dumbledore coming in.

Aberforth waited until everyone had left the pub before looking at Dumbledore.

"Albus, are you sure?"Aberforth's face flushed with anxiety.

"Calm down, Aberforth," Dumbledore waved his wand a few times, and a thick book appeared in front of the three of them.

"Sit down first, child. You too, Aberforth. Dumbledore sat down at a table and waved his hand gently, and then he came to the page that recorded Aberforth and himself.

Aberforth first helped Hector move the chair, and then sat down at a distance from Dumbledore.

"I need a drop of your blood, Hector. Don't worry, it won't hurt." Dumbledore looked at Hector kindly.

Hector stretched out his hand, and Dumbledore lightly tapped his wand, took out a drop of blood from his fingers, and dripped it on the page of paper.

The drop of blood disappeared directly on the paper, and then a new line appeared under Aberforth Dumbledore. The first name that popped up was Chris Dumbledore, and then Hector Dumbledore.

Aberforth was refreshed, with a joyful smile on his face. He looked at Hector, full of disbelief and the joy of a long-lost reunion.

Aberforth was suddenly He stood up, walked around the small tavern for a few times, and then squatted in front of Hector.

Hector was naturally very aware of the current situation. He knew that the ceremony of recognizing his ancestors had been completed, and he would be able to stand firm in the wizarding world in the future. No matter who you are, Malfoy or Burns, in front of me, Dumbledore, you are all chickens and dogs, and you are just traitors. If you don't accept it, why don't you fight with my grandfather?

Although he was proud, Hector still had to establish the image of a pitiful, obedient and sensible good child, so Hector was particularly well-behaved now.

"Albus, come here for a moment."Aberforth touched Hector's face with his rough hands, stood up, walked out of the tavern, and said to Dumbledore before leaving.

Dumbledore stood up and looked at Hector, and Hector looked at him. At this time, the old man's eyes were full of love and kindness for his grandson.

"You don't have to go out, kid, sit for a while." Dumbledore came over, touched Hector's face, and followed Aberforth out of the tavern.

"Albus, tell me about this child." Aberforth turned his back to Dumbledore, looking at the moon in the sky, and refused to turn around.

Dumbledore briefly described what he knew, looked at Aberforth's figure, and sighed,"Aberforth, we have to talk about this child."

Aberforth turned around abruptly, staring into Dumbledore's eyes,"What do you want to do? I tell you, Albus, you have nothing to do with him, and I don't allow you to have any ideas about him!"

"Don't get excited, Aberforth, he is also my grandson." Albus also looked into Aberforth's eyes.

"Then Ariana is your sister too!" Aberforth glared at Dumbledore.

"Aberforth, we agreed not to mention this matter!" Dumbledore's eyes were also filled with anger. He changed his kind look and now he was like a lion.

"There is no room for negotiation. I will not hand him over to you."

"Aberforth, children have to go to school."

"Hogwarts isn't the only school. I can send him to Beauxbatons, or Durmstrang Academy!"

"Hogwarts is the best magic school, and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"Because you are the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

Aberforth and Albus were like two lions fighting for territory, staring at each other with no intention of giving in.

"Mr. Dumbledore. Hector, who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, interrupted the quarrel between the two at the right time.

"Is there anything to eat?" His rumbling stomach provided a perfect cover, giving Hector the best reason to make peace.

Aberforth glared at Albus Dumbledore, and his eyes softened as he looked at Hector. He forced a smile and said,

"Hector, I'll cook for you right away. And you can call me grandpa." Aberforth, who was just angry, ran into the kitchen and started cooking for his great grandson. Albus Dumbledore took Hector's hand and they sat down at a table.

"Child, how old are you?"

"I am ten years old, Mr. Dumbledore"

"Ten years old. Dumbledore looked at Hector's thin face. He didn't look like a ten-year-old child. He looked only six or seven years old due to his malnutrition. He couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of this.

""Child, you can also call me grandpa, you don't have to call me Mr. Dumbledore." Dumbledore paused and continued

"You will go to school next year. You just heard it. If you were allowed to choose, which school would you choose?" Dumbledore looked at Hector amiably. He knew that there was no way to convince the stubborn brother directly. He could only start with his eldest grandson.

"Oh, by the way, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts." Dumbledore blinked his eyes with a smile on his face, which was very suggestive.

"Hector, don't listen to him, we are not going to Hogwarts." Aberforth brought a pile of strange food to the table, first touched Hector's head, and then stared at Albus Dumbledore fiercely."I think Durmstrang is very good, and Beauxbatons, the food there will definitely make you like it."

"Aberforth, let Hector choose."

Hector picked up the spoon, dipped a little tentatively, and put it on the tip of his tongue. It's not that he didn't trust Aberforth, but this lump of paste didn't look like a good thing. The Eighth Warrior can witness it, can play a joke, but must not become one.

Unexpectedly, this lump of paste was particularly delicious. Hector began to gobble it up, instinctively ignoring the conversation between the two big names in the wizarding world.

When Hector swept away the plate of paste like a whirlwind, he found that the two were staring at him with loving eyes.

"Excuse me, this is too delicious."Hector felt his stomach with his hands and smiled with satisfaction.

"DumbledoreGrandpa, what are you talking about?"

""Hector, that's the same question as before. Which magic school do you want to go to?" Dumbledore asked.

There were three famous schools in front of him, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Hector knew these three schools, and he almost didn't hesitate, and directly confirmed Hogwarts in his heart.

Come on, my last name is Dumbledore, is the privilege of Hogwarts not so good or is Dumbledore's last name not so useful? My friend is the first family of Hogwarts, it's better than going to France or Northern Europe, which is not even close to it.

Besides, it's still the safest under the old man Dumbledore's eyes, at this time, by the way, what time is it now?

"Grandpa, what year is this year?"Hector looked at Aberforth, who was very pleased with the word"Grandpa". He quickly replied,

"1990, Hector."

1990? Calculating the time, Harry Potter will come to Hogwarts to study next year. This is now the son of the plane, the upright chosen one.

Hector is not so arrogant as to think that he can turn the tables and reach the level of punching the Son of the Planes and kicking the Dark Lord. People with the aura of the protagonist can only be befriended, and it is better not to confront him.

Besides, although going to school at Beauxbatons is far away from the disputes in the UK. But my roots are in the UK. In the original book, the Albus Dumbledore in front of him sacrificed heroically to completely eliminate Voldemort. No matter how well he lived in France, he looked back and found that his house was robbed. Isn’t that a bad thing?

Thinking of this, Hector still looked at the old man in front of him with white hair and beard and a peaceful face. In this short period of time, Hector naturally established trust and dependence on him.

For this old man, I have no choice but to choose Hogwarts!

It is definitely not for the sake of having a big thigh to hug in the future, that's right!

Hector looked at Aberforth, and then at Dumbledore

"Grandpa, can we choose Hogwarts? I don't want to leave you again." Hector looked pitifully into Aberforth's eyes.

Both Dumbledores were trembling in their hearts. Dumbledores who attached great importance to family affection would not refuse such a request.

Aberforth looked at Hector, then at Albus, and sighed.

""Okay, Hector," he stood up and touched Hector's head,"Let's go to Hogwarts."

Aberforth turned to look at Albus, and he still said unhappily,"Anything else, Albus, you know you are not welcome here."

Albus Dumbledore also stood up, his sky blue eyes were filled with joy, he blinked at Hector, turned and left.

He and Aberforth have always had a bad relationship, but now with Hector, everything will definitely be different. Fawkes descended from the sky and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

Fawkes's bird song was clear and melodious, and Dumbledore walked with a brisk pace that he hadn't seen in a long time and disappeared into the darkness.