Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

By the time Hector and Dumbledore came out of the headmaster's office, it was already completely dark.

Dumbledore was a little worried about Hector, so he personally sent Hector to the door of the Hog's Head Inn, of course using Apparition - Hector still hadn't adapted to it, and was holding onto a tree by the roadside and vomiting.

"I swear, this is the last time I will change my shadow. There won't be a next time. Ugh."

Dumbledore patted Hector's back kindly, and he helped Hector walk to the door of the Hog's Head Pub. Dumbledore saw the hanging pig's head with a red Santa hat almost instantly.

"Grandpa Albus, why can you Disapparate in Hogwarts? Doesn't Hogwarts have an Anti-Disapparate spell?"

""My child, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. You know, a headmaster always has some privileges." Dumbledore answered Hector's question, and his eyes were fixed on the hideous and somewhat funny pig head sign from beginning to end.

Dumbledore pointed at the pig head.

"This must have been your idea," Dumbledore said with a broad smile.

"I dare not imagine how Aberforth would react when he saw this."

Then he was stunned, and so was Hector. The door of the pub suddenly opened, and out came Aberforth, who was wearing a Santa hat crookedly on his head.

Hector couldn't hold it back first, and then Dumbledore laughed too. Aberforth didn't expect to make such a fool of himself in front of his brother. He didn't come back to his senses until he heard Hector and Dumbledore's laughter. Aberforth quickly and roughly pulled off the Santa hat on his head.

Looking at the exaggerated and wanton laughter of the big and small in front of him, Aberforth's face suddenly turned red. He didn't know whether it was anger or shyness, but now it was definitely more anger.

"Enough of laughing, Albus." Aberforth stared at Dumbledore, who was laughing so hard that he was shaking.

"That's enough, my brother, I really never thought about it - it really is a very nice surprise, Merry Christmas, Aberforth"

"Merry Christmas, Albus. Well, do you have anything else to say? If not, you can go now."

Aberforth said unhappily. His toughness towards his brother had no effect on Hector. Aberforth only doted on his great grandson. He muttered to Hector and explained,

"I saw you put a hat on that pig head, it looks pretty nice - I thought it was some special Muggle ritual," Aberforth made way, and Harry and Ron behind him also had two Santa hats on their heads.

"I thought you would like it."

Hector had just recovered from his shock, and when he saw the two little wizards peeking their heads out, he couldn't lift his head. Harry and Ron's faces were almost filled with resentment. They were really unhappy about wearing such a silly hat, but after Aberforth had a friendly negotiation with them, they became proactive. It's nothing

, I just feel that I can't let the old man down, absolutely.

"Very beautiful, Grandpa." Hector took a long time to recover. He said to Aberforth very seriously, and Aberforth didn't seem to believe it at all.

"It's just a little abrupt, I really didn't expect it."

Hector made a few faces at Harry and Ron, who had already taken off their Santa hats and put them behind their backs.

Harry and Ron looked extremely embarrassed, especially Ron - his three brothers were also there.

Fred and George worked together to pull Percy over.

Percy was not very happy at first, as he wanted to enjoy the Hogwarts dinner with the retained prefects (mainly Penelope), but when he heard that they were going to attend the Dumbledore family dinner, Percy seemed more enthusiastic than the two brothers.

Hector heard a familiar voice coming from inside the room,

"Fred, check if my tie is tied properly."

"Relax, this is just a dinner party at a friend's house, there is no need to be so nervous - Hector is our good friend, just treat this as your own home."

Soon, Fred and George appeared behind Harry and Ron, and of course behind them was Percy, who was quite restrained.

"Don't keep people waiting too long," Dumbledore said to Hector.

"Come inside"

"Are you really not coming? Grandpa Albus."Hector looked at Dumbledore pitifully.

Dumbledore's heart softened at once, but he glanced at Aberforth who had his arms folded across his chest. Dumbledore sighed and shook his head.

"No, Hector, Merry Christmas." Dumbledore touched Hector's head kindly.

"Don't forget the things I gave you. Be sure to help me deliver them. Goodbye, Hector."

Dumbledore stood up and waved to the young wizards in the tavern, especially Harry. Old Dumbledore gave Harry a big smile.

He turned and walked away slowly. The streets were empty on Christmas, and there was no one, which made Dumbledore's figure in the snow look even more lonely.

Something had to be done. Hector was about to say something to Aberforth when he heard Aberforth's voice.

"You can stay, Albus." Aberforth's voice was not loud, and even a little unclear, but Dumbledore, who was walking in the snow, stopped immediately.

"After all, it's Christmas, I don't want to make Hector unhappy, understand? It has nothing to do with you."

Dumbledore turned around, his steps seemed unusually vigorous, and it didn't take long for him to walk to Hector's side.

"That's great," Dumbledore's face was filled with joy, and he smiled particularly brightly.

Hector also read a sense of pride from that smile, but he wisely didn't say it.

Aberforth snorted lowly and turned into the pub. Harry pulled Ron to make way for him obediently and quickly.

"It seems like it's too early to say goodbye," Dumbledore was in a very good mood. He took the initiative to joke with Hector.

"The weather is so cold, let's go inside early."

Hector nodded, and the two walked into the Hog's Head Pub shoulder to shoulder.

As soon as they entered the house, Harry and Ron took the initiative to pull Hector away from Dumbledore. Percy perfectly followed their actions and stood beside Dumbledore very consciously.

""Hector, you're finally here, thank God, I don't know how I got through these few hours," Ron pulled Hector to a corner and whispered to him, while Harry was keeping watch for him.

"Your grandpa is really fierce! I know he was talking to us nicely, but I always felt that he looked fierce. Harry can testify that he scared me when he asked us to get off the carriage, and Harry almost fell off the carriage."

"It's not a good habit to talk bad about people behind their backs, little Ronnie." Fred and George came over with a few cups of hot butter beer each. They looked at their youngest brother and smiled maliciously.

"Keep your voice down Fred, and don't call me Ronnie, I've told you so many times.!"

"Oh, calm down, Ron, who is the one who is shouting now? Besides, it is not a glorious thing to say bad things about others, especially when you are saying bad things about them on their territory.

Fred handed Hector a cup of steaming butter beer, and the two brothers clinked glasses with Hector at the same time.

"Who is your brother?" Ron looked at Fred and George and muttered softly. However, the brothers had sharp ears and they certainly heard Ron's whispers.

Fred and George surrounded Ron from the left and right.

"We just told you not to speak ill of others behind their backs," Fred was completely in the hands of the brothers, and Ron was still tactless to argue.

"I did not say"Before Ron could argue, George interrupted him mercilessly.

"I thought you were going to defend yourself, but you admitted it so readily."

Then Hector saw Fred just exchanged glances with George, and George immediately understood what he meant and hugged Ron from behind, covering Ron's mouth skillfully.

Fred habitually tried to pull the wand out of Ron's arms, but after thinking about it, he put it back in Ron's hands.

Then one of the two brothers controlled Ron, and the other put a cup full of butterbeer in his hand, and toasted with him again and again.

The two of them also took turns tacitly, which allowed both of them to toast with Ron to their heart's content.

As for Ron, his face turned red and he kept struggling, but to no avail.

The strength of his two brothers made him unable to even resist.

It was Hector who persuaded the two brothers, Fred and George, to stop, and they also stopped out of respect, leaving Ron slumped in the chair with an empty face.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Harry still cared about his good friend.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it," Ron said weakly after a long time coming to his senses.

"They are really too strong. Wait, one day I will definitely take revenge on them."

Hector felt the same way about the brothers' strength. As for the second half of the sentence, Hector looked at the Weasley brothers who suddenly approached him, and immediately pointed three fingers to the sky, swearing that he had no knowledge of Ron's idea and did not agree with it.

"How could I say that to you? I absolutely don’t have such thoughts in my heart. I know you are all doing this for my own good." Hector said a lot of things, which made the two brothers loosen their clenched fists and walk towards Ron who was talking nonsense with his back to them.

Hector took the initiative to walk away, making enough space for the two brothers. As for Ron’s thoughts, Hector had naturally thought about it, but Hector would not say it directly like Ron was stupid. He kept it in his heart, at least until his magic power could support advanced wandless casting.

Either practice blocks or add magic, there are only two ways.

The method of practicing blocks is still a bit too unrealistic.

, no matter how much he practices, he can't beat these two gifted twin brothers; as for the matter of increasing magic, he will have to wait until he grows up a little, anyway, it's not now.

Although his magic power is much greater than that of the twin brothers combined, that is based on the premise of having a wand.

Hector also saw that the two brothers now took away their wands subconsciously.

If he wanted to attack them, he would either have to sneak attack them or wait until his wandless spellcasting was reliable enough.

Dumbledore was chatting with Percy in a random manner. Percy looked very excited. He talked endlessly with Dumbledore about various academic matters. Percy regarded this dinner as a very good opportunity. He was eager to get useful suggestions from Dumbledore. It would be even better if it was affirmation from Dumbledore.

Percy had the idea of making a name for himself in the Ministry of Magic since he first stepped into Hogwarts, and now everything he did was to work towards this dream.

Dumbledore also knew what Percy was thinking. In his eyes, this kid was not bad by nature and was very talented, but his desire for power was a little too much. Dumbledore couldn't bear to see him go astray, but he never said it clearly. The old riddle man Dumbledore was very He cleverly gave Percy friendly advice while affirming him.

However, Percy did not recognize Dumbledore's advice. How could the old riddler's thoughts be so easy to guess? He just thought that Dumbledore was praising him. After receiving Dumbledore's praise, Percy became even more proud. Hector heard his voice suddenly become louder and his speech became incoherent, completely unlike his original calmness.

However, before Percy could say more, Aberforth brought out the prepared Christmas dinner from the kitchen. Dumbledore saw Aberforth and quickly stood up.

"Very good, Percy, I'd love to continue talking to you, but I need to help Aberforth, we'll talk next time."

Dumbledore walked towards Aberforth before Percy could react. Aberforth glanced at him and snorted.

"What's up, Albus? I'm not in the mood for a fight tonight, so please try not to talk to me."

"Aberforth, relax, it's Christmas," Dumbledore said, trying to look as friendly as possible.

"Let me lend you a hand. You've been busy all night and I can't do much to help you."

"It's rare that the great Albus Dumbledore can still remember to care about others," Aberforth said harshly, but his eyes softened. He motioned for Albus Dumbledore to walk back.

"In the kitchen at the back, watch as the food is brought out. Don't be clumsy."

Albus Dumbledore seemed very restrained in front of his brother, but his hands and feet were still quite agile, and he and Aberforth soon brought out all the dinner.

The little wizards scattered around the bar gathered together at once. Aberforth specially prepared a long table, and everyone sat on both sides of the table, waiting for the person in the main seat to take a seat. Aberforth naturally sat next to Hector, who wanted to be closer to his grandson. Albus Dumbledore was not very happy about it, until Hector pushed him to that seat.

No one started eating, even the most delicious Ron was also very tactful and sat quietly, looking at Albus Dumbledore who was sitting at the main seat.

Dumbledore glanced at the wizards sitting on both sides of the long table. It had been a long time since he had a proper Christmas. He could hardly remember the last time he gave a speech at a Christmas dinner. Like Aberforth, in Dumbledore's mind, this was just an ordinary night. Only the gifts he received the next day could make him feel a little bit of the Christmas atmosphere.

Dumbledore raised his glass, as did Hector and the others. Aberforth also raised his glass at Hector's instigation.

"First of all, on behalf of everyone, I would like to thank my brother, Aberforth, for preparing such a sumptuous dinner for us."

""To Aberforth!"

Everyone said in unison. Aberforth nodded perfunctorily and only smiled brightly at Hector.

"I won't say much about the rest. Merry Christmas, enjoy your meal, kids."

Everyone cheered in unison, and soon the table became lively. Everyone gave great recognition to Aberforth's cooking skills. Harry gave Aberforth and Ector a thumbs up, while Ron expressed his support for Aberforth with his actions.

"Cheers, Hector, thank you.

Dumbledore came over and said to Hector with a smile. Hector clinked his glasses with Dumbledore and drank the juice in his glass.

"Eat quickly, Hector." Aberforth's voice was gentle.

"You need to eat more, you are still growing."

Hector nodded, his stomach growling, and he picked up the feast in front of him with his fork.

"Aberforth." Dumbledore raised his glass, and his eyes looked at Aberforth with a tentative and expectant look.

Aberforth glanced at his brother and reluctantly picked up the glass. Dumbledore quickly came forward and clinked the glass with Aberforth, as an apology for the troll incident.

"Merry Christmas my brother"

"Merry Christmas, Albus."