Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Aberforth looked at Hector. Not being good at conversation, he didn't know what to do for a moment. He could only stare blankly at Hector.

""Um, Grandpa, where should I sleep tonight?"

Aberforth slapped his forehead,"Merlin's beard, how could I forget this." Aberforth looked at Hector apologetically,"Sit down for a while, kid, I'll tidy up your room."

He first showed a vigor that was inconsistent with his age, and rushed to the second floor in a hurry. Then, a series of tinkling sounds could be heard from upstairs. After a while, Aberforth hurried downstairs, covered with a thin layer of dust. Aberforth put his wand on his waist, rubbed his hands, and an unnatural smile broke out on his ferocious-looking face.

"Hector, go check your room. Do you have any luggage?"

Hector shook his head and stood up.

""Okay," Aberforth seemed very embarrassed. He felt that his hands and feet were bound. The shrewd and capable tavern owner had become clumsy. He wanted to hold Hector's hand, but he was afraid that he would hurt Hector.

Hector saw the uneasiness of the old man in front of him and took the initiative to stretch out his little hand.

"Grandpa, take me to see it."

Aberforth first held Hector's little hand tightly, but then loosened it a little, fearing that he would hurt Hector. He led Hector upstairs, walked to the end of the corridor, and stopped at an extra-large door.

Aberforth pushed the door open,"This is your room. Time is urgent, so we can only do it like this."

Aberforth scratched his head and looked at Hector with expectation in his eyes. Hector understood and gave Aberforth a big hug. Aberforth became stiff as if he was cast under a spell. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he could only touch Hector's head.

"Go to bed early, Hector, and let's go to Diagon Alley together tomorrow morning." Aberforth said,"Grandpa will take you to buy some things."

The tossing and turning of the night was still too much for this ten-year-old body. Hector went to bed obediently,"Where is Diagon Alley, Grandpa?"

"You will know tomorrow, Hector. For now, you should have a good sleep. Aberforth covered him with a blanket and turned off the light.

"Good night, Hector"

"Good night, Grandpa."

Aberforth closed the door, and Hector soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day

"Good morning." Aberforth was wiping the cups at the counter, watching Hector rubbing his sleepy eyes as he walked down from the second floor. Compared to yesterday, the pub was obviously much cleaner, the dusty windows became bright again, and the air was filled with the smell of soapy water.

"Good morning, Grandpa." Hector sat down at the table, and Aberforth came over with breakfast and placed it on the table. Aberforth put on new clothes today and trimmed his beard, which had not been touched for many years. Compared with yesterday, he looked much cleaner and more energetic.

"Eat quickly, Hector."Aberforth sat next to Hector."We are going to Diagon Alley, you need to buy some new clothes and some books." Aberforth was not used to his new look and kept adjusting his collar.

"Of course, I have to buy you a wand. Although you are not yet of school age, I think you won't mind getting it earlier, right Hector?"

Hector shook his head and quickly finished his breakfast. Hector was still very interested in the rumored Diagon Alley.

Aberforth did not delay and took out his wand and tapped it lightly, and the plates on the table disappeared immediately.

"Without further ado, Hector, we'll set off now."Aberforth opened the door and Hector ran out first. Seeing Hector's energetic appearance, Aberforth smiled happily.

He closed the door and Hector ran over and asked,

"Grandpa, how do we get to Diagon Alley?"

"We'll go by bus."

Aberforth raised his wand, and soon, a bus came from a distance at lightning speed. It passed through the house without causing any damage, and stopped in front of the two of them in a sudden brake manner that overturned Newton's coffin and gave him a big slap.

A conductor in a shabby uniform got off the bus, his eyes fixed on the newspaper, not caring who called the bus at all.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus. Where are you going?"

"The Leaky Cauldron." Aberforth replied. At this voice, the conductor lowered his newspaper and took a look.

"Oh, it's you, Mr. Dumbledore. This is"

"My grandson, Hector Dumbledore"

"Oh, nice to meet you, young Mr. Dumbledore."The conductor called out to Hector behind Aberforth,"Hurry up and get on the bus, time is in Galleons."

Hector naturally knew the great reputation of the Knight Bus, and of course he couldn't refuse this way of travel. Compared to Apparition, it has to be said that the Knight Bus is a gentler existence.

It has to be said that the bodies of wizards are indeed more durable.

Apparition is commonplace, and the Knight Bus is also a must for travel.

Going to the bank to withdraw money also requires the baptism of a roller coaster.

If you have a bad heart, you have to see Merlin three or four times in a day in the wizarding world.

As soon as the door closed, Hector felt as if he was flying into the air.

Although the bus did not give face to Master Newton, his mortal body could not escape the constraints of Master Newton.

Thanks to Aberforth who grabbed He must wait for him, otherwise Hector would hit the rear window of the car in mid-air.

Then Hector witnessed the Knight Bus weaving through the busy morning rush hour traffic, various sudden stops and disguises that violated common sense, and finally the whole car took off into the air, flew over several small houses, and even passed through the wall, which made Hector very confused.

No, man, if you have this skill, why are you still walking along the road? You can just go straight along the shortest line between the two points. Why do you have to take a detour to torture me?

But it was indeed fast, and in just a few minutes the whole car stopped in front of the Leaky Cauldron, leaving Hector holding the wall and vomiting all over the place and Aberforth with a calm face.

"Sorry, Hector, we ran out of Floo powder at home and haven't had time to buy more, so we can only take this." Aberforth touched the back of his head and patted Hector's back.

Hector finally straightened up and took a few breaths of fresh air, which slightly relieved the strong discomfort, and waved to Aberforth.

"It's okay, Grandpa, where are we going now?"

Aberforth pointed to the tavern in front of him.

"This is it. From here you can enter Diagon Alley."

Then he took Hector's hand and entered the tavern.

"Aberforth, long time no see, you are a rare guest, would you like something to drink?"Old Tom behind the counter greeted Aberforth when he came in, and then he noticed Hector

"Who is this?"

"My grandson, Hector, I brought him here to do some shopping today."

"Oh, Merlin's beard, this is a little Dumbledore."Old Tom looked at Hector carefully, and his first reaction was that this must be a good boy, and the smile on his face became gentler.

""I don't need to lead the way for you, Aberforth."

Aberforth shook his head.

"Be sure to come for a drink sometime, for no reason, just to celebrate this young Mr. Dumbledore."

"We'll talk later." Aberforth looked back at Hector and motioned him to follow. The two walked through the corridor and came to a wall.

Aberforth took out his wand and tapped the brick wall a few times. The whole wall received the signal and then retreated like a tide.

"Hector, welcome to Diagon Alley.

The cobblestones are smooth and neat, and medieval-style houses are lined up side by side. Everything exudes a strong ancient atmosphere. The most eye-catching thing is the crooked but still standing building in the middle of the street, with the words"Gringotts" written on it. Diagon

Alley is usually busy, with wizards coming and going. Except that most people are dressed strangely, there is no big difference from other commercial streets.

"Hogwarts has been in session for a while now, and there will be even more people here during the summer vacation. Aberforth first led Hector to the door of a clothing store. Hector looked up and saw Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

Madam Malkin came out and greeted Aberforth first, then saw Hector.

"Mr. Dumbledore, are you buying clothes?" Madam Malkin asked

"Yes, buy it for him." Seeing Madam Malkin's puzzled look, she explained,"This is my grandson Hector. He will go to Hogwarts next year. Buy him some clothes in advance."

Madam Malkin was a little surprised. Isn't it too early to prepare now? But she didn't say much. The ruler automatically measured Hector's body.

"Mr. Dumbledore, do you want to order it custom or get the finished product now?"

"Let's take two finished products first. As for school uniforms, there is no rush now, but we can make a set first."Aberforth looked rich and powerful. Hector couldn't get a word in, so he had to watch Aberforth arrange it.

"No problem, it's four Galleons in total, and the custom-made clothes will be sent by owl. The Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade, Mr. Dumbledore, right?"

"That's right." Aberforth replied, looking at Hector.

"You can go pick it yourself and choose the one you like." Aberforth scratched his head, took out a few gold galleons from his pocket and stuffed them into Hector's hand.

"When you have chosen, you can go shopping and buy whatever you like. I will wait for you in the wand shop." Aberforth patted Hector on the shoulder and said,"I have to buy some Floo powder. We don't have enough detergent at home. We haven't used that stuff for many years."

"You're okay alone, right?" Aberforth was still a little worried, and Hector shook his head.

"Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore."

Aberforth nodded and squatted down to tighten Hector's shoelaces.

"See you later then?"

"See you later, Grandpa."