The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"You don't understand anything, Jon Hart!" Aberforth Dumbledore said with a serious face.

Jon couldn't help being stunned, he looked at Aberforth in surprise:

"Mr. Dumbledore, I don't quite understand..." Jon said earnestly.

"Do I really know my brother?" Aberforth Dumbledore asked bluntly.

"I think... I might..." Jon faltered.

But Aberforth interrupted him roughly:

"My brother, the great Albus Dumbledore... There are many people who can really recognize him... He was brought up to keep secrets and lies, that's how we were brought up. Albus...he is here Absolutely a genius."

The old man's eyes moved to the portrait of the girl hanging above the mantelpiece. This is the only painting in the entire house.

Aberforth said quietly: "He has always shown his glorious and upright side... He is extremely talented and talented... He has always wanted to be famous and to be honored..."

"His desires were always concealed under that polite appearance, under that gentle and humble posture, and later covered up in that cynical behavior...Even I was once deceived by his false appearance..."

"Aren't you surprised?" Aberforth sneered, "Is it different from the Dumbledore you imagined?"

"He is still an extremely selfish person, an extremely indifferent person..." Aberforth: "Much more selfish and indifferent than you can imagine...He never considers other people's feelings, he always only considers himself ...When he was young, he would only dream of his own big dream, but when he got older, he started sacrificing everything for his so-called justice..."

...

Aberforth Dumbledore took a heavy breath, it seemed that these words had been held in his heart for a long time.

"Did he mention me to you?" He raised his head again and growled: "Did he mention me, his only living relative; he mentioned his sister who was killed by him, Arianna Is it?"

"If I remember correctly, it should have been mentioned!" Jon replied calmly.

Aberforth's face was obviously stunned.

"It should be in January this year... When Professor Rubeus Hagrid broke out because of his identity as a half-blood giant, in order to comfort Professor Hagrid, he seemed to have mentioned you..." Jon thought for a moment, and then imitated it vividly road:

"My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for bewitching a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, not at all! He looked up He's so tall, he's still doing his own way! Of course, I'm not sure he can read, so maybe he's not very daring..."

The expression on Aberforth's face was a little weird.

"Also, that home visit during the summer vacation of the second grade..." Jon continued: "He told me and my parents that his nose was broken by a goat..."

Jon shrugged: "I think if it's really an ordinary goat, it shouldn't be difficult to put the nose back together."

"As for Miss Ariana Dumbledore..." Jon raised his head and looked at the oil painting on the wall.

The little girl on the oil painting smiled and waved to him again.

"In the first grade, Professor Dumbledore once gave us a Defense Against the Dark Arts class...the content was about Boggarts..." Jon said calmly: "When that Boggart ran to Dumbledore In front of Professor Lido, it turned into a black mist without substance..."

"...and the Mirror of Erised...Harry Potter once told me...Dumbledore was in the Mirror of Erised and saw him holding a pair of thick woolen socks in his hand...Poor huh Leigh thinks it's a joke, but I don't!" Jon continued.

In the basement of the Pig's Head Bar, there was a brief silence.

The girl in the oil painting wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Aberforth was the same, a few strands of tears flashed across his old face.

...

"You're very smart, Hart!" Aberforth Dumbledore, who had regained his composure, said again, "But you still... don't understand anything..."

"I know, Mr. Dumbledore!" Jon shrugged: "But I can guess!"

He added another sentence: "I'm not bragging, I guess things are generally very accurate!"

The girl on the oil painting snorted and laughed; but seeing her brother and her brother's guests staring at her at the same time, Arianna Dumbledore hurriedly covered her eyes shyly.

"I've heard it!" Aberforth said flatly, not surprised by this.

"Mr. Dumbledore, if your brother is really as miserable as you say." Jon asked back: "Why did you stay in Hogsmeade for more than half a century incognito?"

"How do you know I've been in the Hog's Head for half a century?" Aberforth looked up.

"It's really a guess this time... But there is also a basis, because I suspect that the tables and chairs on the second floor have not been cleaned for half a century."

"Fifty-two years to be precise..." Aberforth replied: "When my brother became the headmaster at Hogwarts, I moved here with Ariana!"

The girl on the oil painting also nodded, echoing her brother's point of view.

"That's right..." Jon smiled.

"But you still don't understand anything, Jon Hart!" Aberforth Dumbledore suddenly raised his head, with an agitated expression on his face:

"Why do you think my brother values ​​you?" He growled, "It's nothing more than you, he saw the shadow of that person... Do you think you will have a good ending in the end... You hang out with my brother There are very few people who end up with a good death.”

A "bang" suddenly came from behind Aberforth.

To be precise, it came from the oil painting, because the book in Ariana Dumbledore's hand fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Arianna..." Aberforth said with some annoyance, "I said the wrong thing..."

Ariana didn't look at her brother, but looked up at Jon.

She shook her head slightly at Jon.

...

Aberforth Dumbledore took Jon to the door of the Pig's Head pub and watched him put the ring back on.

"Remember what I said today, Hart!" He leaned into Jon's ear: "One day you will regret it... because my brother is more selfish than you think!"

The strong smell of mutton smoked Jon's face.

"I really saw a ghost today..." Ten minutes later, when Jon re-entered the Hogwarts campus and was being examined by Filch... he said to himself.

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