This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Dumbledore, who was on the streets of Bangkok, always felt that something was strange.

Probably because the news came so suddenly, after all, the brothers had been waiting for more than half a century.

Walking into the bustling and exotic Chinatown, the excitement on Aberforth's face was already palpable.

Under the leadership of Dumbledore, they arrived at the door of a strangely decorated shop.

The small square cards full of ghosts were okay, and the golden baby statue was okay, but the straw doll filled with steel needles was a bit unbearable.

Aberforth frowned.

Selling these things that make people feel physically and mentally uncomfortable, Nagini is indeed abandoned.

"Ring--" Dumbledore opened the door.

Compared with the outside, the inside is more of a test of endurance.

Under the dim light, there were dried animal carcasses on the first row of shelves, and a few of them seemed to be human.

Aberforth followed Dumbledore expressionlessly.

"Sawadika——" A low, hoarse, chilling voice sounded.

An old witch slowly sat up from the darkness.

She seemed to be a little hunched over. After waving her hand to light a few candles hanging under the ceiling, she left the rocking chair where she had been lying on crutches.

"Oh - it turns out they are foreign guests." The witch's English was a little jerky.

"Welcome to the shop, do you two need anything?"

Dumbledore nodded to Aberforth, then looked at her with a smile,

"I need an answer, an answer that we two brothers have been looking for for more than half a century."

The witch raised her crutch and tapped the ground, summoning a crystal ball from nowhere.

The surface is very smooth, and some rolling smoke can be vaguely seen inside.

She looked a little excited,

"Two gentlemen, I am the only wizard in the entire Southeast Asia who can communicate with Vishnu. No matter what the problem is, I can give the correct answer."

He squinted his eyes and glanced at the kind-faced Dumbledore, and then at Aberforth, who seemed to be worried about something.

Judging from their appearance, they are brothers.

Judging from the crooked nose and the fact that the two had almost no communication throughout the whole process, the relationship between the brothers was quite tense.

They are all gray-haired. It is estimated that this matter has been going on for decades.

"Is it true that you can get the correct answer to any difficult problem?"

"If even I can't do anything -" she paused and lowered her voice,

"Even if we can find those so-called prophets, I'm afraid they won't be able to solve the problems in your hearts."

Dumbledore pretended to be surprised and opened his mouth slightly, "Great!

How should I call you? "

"Surya."

Aberforth's frown deepened.

The elder brother's responsibility is to take care of his younger brother.

The one whose nose seemed to have been broken was his elder brother, and the one who looked anxious and confused was definitely his younger brother.

The witch who had sorted out the relationship walked towards them on crutches and controlled the crystal ball to float in front of her.

"Da-da--" The steady crashing sound suddenly stopped.

Because she recognized her brother.

"Your Excellency Dumbledore!?"

"It's me."

Just before she fell, Dumbledore very gentlemanly conjured a chair to catch her.

Doing everything in front of this elder made my heart feel so cold.

"Surya——?"

"Just ma'am."

He looked up slightly toward the ceiling, "Ms. Surya, can I make this a little brighter?"

[By the way, it is currently the best app for reading and listening to books. Install the latest version. 】

"Please feel free to do so." She leaned back in her chair, as if she didn't care about anything.

With a simple wave of the elder wand, the candles and flames grew several times larger.

Being able to see the magic of the most powerful wizard in the world is like dying without any regrets in this life!

"Humph——" Aberforth coldly moved away from staring at her the whole time.

Those who pretend to be gods and ghosts probably rely on this to make a living.

Hey - either the internal organs were soaked or the insect specimens were used. It was a real scam.

Unlike his mood, which was written on his face, Dumbledore smiled and conjured a chair to sit opposite Surya.

"Madam, we have come all the way from England, and of course we are not here to expose you."

Surya's eyes refocused.

Yes, I am a very busy person!

If you have time to come to this remote and backward place, you might as well go to the International Federation of Wizards to discuss the future of the global wizarding world, or go back to Hogwarts to train a few potential students.

Crack down on counterfeiting? It's obviously impossible.

She opened her eyes wide and straightened her back, no longer acting in the mysterious way she had done before.

"Your Excellency Dumbledore, what is your real purpose...?"

"Come to find an answer."

We had never met each other before today, and we had never even interacted with each other.

"Your Excellency, are you kidding me? You know all the real prophets, how can I give you the correct answer?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "Madam, only you can solve this problem."

The smile on Surya's face turned bitter, "You must have found the wrong person. Communication with Vishnu and so on are actually just terms in our profession."

“No, no, no—ma’am, it’s you I’m looking for.”

He put away the smile on his face and looked into her eyes, which looked particularly guilty.

"Madam, where are you from?"

Surya could feel another blazing gaze,

"Thai-Indonesia."

Aberforth strode forward, "You are indeed a relative of Nagini!"

She was frightened and stunned, "What Nagini? I have never heard of this name."

Aberforth walked straight past Dumbledore, bent down and put his face in front of her, "Does your family have a hereditary blood curse?

Don't lie to me, he can read what you are thinking."

"I can't." Dumbledore put his hand on his shoulder,

"Madam, please forgive our offense."

Aberforth stepped aside, and Surya dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

The lion-like eyes just now really scared her.

"Although I don't know where you got the news from--" She nodded very sincerely,

"But I can answer you, yes.

My parents have told me countless times that my mother's family has been cursed with a terrible curse.

If the curse that can make living people gradually lose their minds and eventually become beasts is the blood curse, I think I should be the person you are looking for."

"Where is Nagini?" Aberforth's eyes were full of anger, "Why did you abandon her!"

Suriya was speechless.

She really didn't seem to know Nagini.

"Didn't your parents tell you?"

"No, I grew up in Thailand."

Aberforth closed his mouth in astonishment.

I didn't know anything about it at all?

His anger did not disappear, but shifted to other places,

"Where are your parents?"

The sadness in Suriya's eyes did not seem to be disguised.

She raised her crutches slightly and caught a photo frame that had already yellowed a little.

"My mother died when I was 10 years old, and my father died shortly after I became an adult...

They participated in the Muggle resistance war, probably because of the injuries they suffered at that time."

Indonesia was once simply and roughly colonized by the Netherlands for 349 years.

More than a hundred years ago in 1873, their people could no longer tolerate exploitation and decided to unite to resist the rulers.

It started with small fights among Muggles, then developed into a small-scale war, and finally even wizards joined in.

"I was born in 1913, and that year was exactly when the war ended."

Aberforth's eyes widened as he looked at the photo.

A young man hugged a young woman holding a baby.

She looked exactly like Nagini.

……

……