Chapter 606 It's Not About Money, the Relationship Between Dumbledore and Grindelwald (1/2)

Chapter 606 This is not about money, the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald

Aaron activated his detection ability, confirmed that there were no guests inside the Hog's Head Inn, and walked in.

"Who's here?" The bar owner looked at the door while wiping the glass in his hand, "Good stealth skills, if this is not my territory, I may not find it."

"Aberforth Dumbledore?"

The bar owner put down the glass, and a solemn look flashed in his blue eyes, "Who are you? Who asked you to come?"

Aaron removed the magic on his body and revealed his true appearance, "I think you should remember me."

"I have some impression that you and a group of students had a meeting here two years ago." Aberforth said, "What is your purpose in coming here?

Don't tell me you are here to drink, there are many Death Eaters in Hogsmeade, and you should not be able to leave Hogwarts now."

"I want to leave the school, but they can't stop me." Aaron said in high spirits.

"I can see that."

"As for the purpose... I came to find you.

That old bastard Dumbledore said that you would guide Harry when necessary, and I want to know how to do it specifically."

"Didn't Albus tell you?" Aberforth asked meaningfully.

"No."

"Then I don't have to tell you."

"It doesn't matter. I don't have to know. I don't know if there will be some surprises." Aaron waved his hand indifferently, and then transformed into the image of Gandalf. "I will join Harry's team as this person. If you have the means to monitor them and see this person, please don't misunderstand."

Aberforth raised his eyebrows and was amazed at Aaron's Transfiguration. "Are you a Grand Magus?"

"A junior Grand Magus, the girl who acts with Harry is my girlfriend."

Aberforth nodded thoughtfully, "Young people are formidable.

But your purpose of coming here should not be just this one, right?"

"There are two more." Aaron said bluntly, "I wonder if you have seen Fawkes."

"That phoenix?" Aberforth seemed to have figured something out, "I'm sorry to disappoint you.

The phoenix will indeed protect Dumbledore's bloodline, but I... I don't really want to see it, do you understand what I mean?"

"It's a secret, right?"

Aaron seemed to be understanding, but in his heart he cursed Aberforth for not knowing the value of things.

That's a phoenix, a super rare species that can only be found in a few of the entire wizarding world. You don't want it, but I do!

Although he raised a holy dragon, which is dozens of times stronger than a phoenix, it doesn't mean that the phoenix is ​​not valuable. Fawkes' tears are more valuable than Abe's healing magic.

But Aberforth rejected the phoenix, which means he must go to see Grindelwald.

"Why do I feel like you're scolding me?"

"No, you're just overthinking it." Aaron said seriously, "Since Phoenix is ​​not here, let's talk about the last thing!

I believe you also know the current situation in the wizarding world. It's not enough to rely on Harry Potter alone to fight Voldemort. In addition to the prophecy, we also need powerful forces."

"So?" Aberforth looked at Aaron with interest, "You don't want me, an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years, to fight the Dark Lord, do you?"

"If possible." Aaron smiled and licked his face.

"No." Aberforth refused bluntly, "You are good-looking, but you are dreaming too much."

"I am not asking you to duel with the Dark Lord, you can't beat him.

But you are Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's younger brother. With this identity, our morale will be greatly improved as long as you show up."

Aberforth was stunned for a moment, and looked at Aaron with more surprise, "Who do you think I am? Do I look like an advertiser?"

"Uh... the price is negotiable."

"Do you think I need that money?"

"Otherwise...?" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked up and down at this dilapidated bar.

It was small, dirty, and messy. There was a faint smell of sheep in the air, and the sun couldn't get in. What's more, this bar only provides two drinks, butter beer and fire whiskey.

If he had enough funds, the first thing he would do would be to hire someone to come and clean up the place, no, to tear down and rebuild it.

"Ha! Ha! You're really interesting!" Aberforth said with a wry smile, "It sounds like I'm not at a loss."

"Of course not, just show up." Aaron said seriously. Once the war starts, as long as he dares to show up, he will be forced to join the battle. The weight of a great wizard is not to be underestimated!

"I've opened this bar for a long time." Aberforth said meaningfully, "It's always been like this."

"Indeed." Aaron looked at the thick dirt on the walls and floors, "It's quite troublesome to clean up, but my one thousand Galleons is enough."

"This is not a matter of money."

"Two thousand Galleons?"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"Add ten more sheep. I heard you like goats." Aaron maintained enough patience, but seeing Aberforth blowing his beard and glaring, his confidence gradually weakened.

"This price is really not low. People should not be greedy!"

"I won't help you no matter how much money you offer." Aberforth cursed angrily, "I reminded Dumbledore more than ten years ago, but he insisted on believing in the prophecy and dragged the disaster to now.

Besides, my relationship with him is not very good. Helping him guide Harry Potter is the limit of what I can do."

"Well..." Aaron smacked his lips, "Past experience tells me that the price I offered doesn't seem to satisfy you."

"Humph! Even if you talk nonsense, I won't do it.

Dumbledore believes in prophecy and Harry Potter. "Is it not okay for me, as a younger brother, to believe in Dumbledore?"

"To be honest, I also think prophecies are not very reliable.

But some things are indeed closely related to Harry Potter, and Dumbledore chose to believe the prophecy after many verifications."

"That's it.

Since the result is already determined, why should I intervene?"

"But since I have decided to join in, the prophecy should be changed."

Aaron sighed helplessly. The contract between him and Voldemort destined a war to be inevitable, so he had to find a way to turn the gang fight into a melee, so that it would be convenient to fish in troubled waters.

"Aberforth, the prophecy says that one of Harry and Voldemort will die at the hands of the other, but this is only the ending, and there is no mention of the process."

"What do you mean?"

"Will the prophecy be like this? All of us join forces to beat Voldemort to his last breath, and at this time Harry Potter stands up and gives him the last blow."

Aberforth Dumbledore:......

"Where did you come from? You have a rich imagination."

"This is the plan I prepared." Aaron shrugged, "It's not imagination.

Only by following this plan can my safety be guaranteed to the greatest extent."

"Your safety, your..." Aberforth's expression changed from disdain to solemnity, "What does this have to do with your safety?"

"It's a big deal. It's all because of your brother who is tired of living." Aaron looked at Aberforth aggrievedly, and simply told him about the contract between him and Voldemort, and what happened after Dumbledore fell from the tower.

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron felt his hair stand on end.

Aberforth was staring at him intently, his blue eyes almost turning green.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Aaron took a half step back nervously, "I'm not interested in men, and even less interested in old men, don't come over!"

"You said you have a potion that can revive people, right?" Aberforth asked seriously.

"My potion can only revive people who have been dead for less than an hour."

Aberforth's face darkened, "Give it to me, I can promise to help."

"Oh?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that he had an advantage, "You are not worth the price!"

"I have a vault in Gringotts, all my savings over the years..."

"This is not about money."

Aaron very happily returned what Aberforth had just said to him.

"I hate to say this, but I can't give you the resurrection potion. It's the last layer of protection for my life.

And it's useless to you. The person you care about should have turned to dust long ago."

"I know, but, but..." Aberforth hesitated, with a trace of pain on his face, and couldn't say it.

"It can be seen that the person is very important to you, so important that you don't even want to give up this tiny hope."

"She is Ariana Dumbledore, my sister." Aberforth raised his arm heavily and pointed to a magical portrait hanging on the mantelpiece. "That's what she looked like before she died."

"Very cute." Aaron looked at the teenage blonde girl in a blue dress in the portrait, "But she's not beautiful. She's much worse than my girlfriend."

Aberforth glared at Aaron fiercely, and was so angry that he wanted to curse.

"Rita Skeeter said in the Daily Prophet that Ariana's death was closely related to Dumbledore."

"Damn reporter." Aberforth said disdainfully, "But she was right. If Dumbledore hadn't brought that bastard Grindelwald back, she might not have died."

"Does this have anything to do with Grindelwald?" Aaron asked with a guilty conscience. After all, his next stop was Nurmengard, and it would not hurt him to know more about the previous generation of the Dark Lord.

"It's all his fault." Aberforth said rudely, "Dumbledore was also involved, and me, too... It's ridiculous, any of us could be the murderer."

"Can you be more specific?" Aaron took out a bottle of vodka and two brand new glasses from his backpack while speaking.

He poured two glasses of wine, took one for himself, and handed the other to Aberforth, "This is not the first time I have listened to someone's confession. Some things will make you feel better if you talk about them."

Aberforth looked at Aaron deeply, picked up the glass and took a sip.

"When my sister was six years old, her magic went haywire. She was seen by three Muggle boys, who bullied her like a monster.

This ruined Ariana. She began to fear and suppress her magic, but she couldn't get rid of it, which led to her..."

"Obscura? She became an Obscura." Aaron was a little surprised. "That's a very dangerous dark magic. When it gets out of control, it will cause great damage to the surroundings, and Obscura rarely live beyond ten years old."

"I can take care of her. With me, her emotions can remain stable." Aberforth said excitedly, "I can coax her to eat, sleep, and calm down to feed the sheep with me. This is something Albus couldn't do.

At that time, Albus didn't want to worry about her. He was addicted to various vanity and awards and couldn't extricate himself."

"You are young and frivolous! I can understand."

"But it can't be forgiven." Aberforth said coldly, "I will follow I took care of her until she was fourteen, but one day when I was away, she lost control and killed her mother. "

"Well... to some extent, the Ministry of Magic's control over the Obscurials makes sense."

Aberforth did not refute, and continued: "The news of his mother's death made Albus know to go home to see her. He asked me to finish my studies and stayed to take care of Ariana instead of his mother."

"That sounds reasonable. If you hadn't graduated at the time, you might not be able to control the Obscurials."

"He used this reason to convince me, and I believed him, even though he didn't pay much attention to his sister in the past few years.

He did well at first, but a few weeks later, that person came..." Aberforth's expression became dangerous, and he drank the wine in the glass.

Aaron was very considerate and refilled him a glass. He knew that he had finally come to the key part he cared about.

"Grindelwald." Aberforth took another sip of liquor and said with gritted teeth, "After Grindelwald came, taking care of my sister became secondary. Two genius wizards were brewing great plans for greater interests. What does a little girl's feelings matter?"

"What happened next?"

"Later, I had enough. I went to argue with him before Hogwarts started.

They wanted to change the order of the wizarding world, give speeches everywhere, incite people, recruit followers, let Muggles behave themselves, and wizards stop hiding.

It sounds great, right? But he shouldn't have taken his sister with him."

Puff!

Aaron spit out a mouthful of vodka, "Albus was absolutely crazy at the time. He let an Obscurial follow them around the world to give speeches. Did he think she wasn't dying fast enough?"

"So I couldn't stand it, but Grindelwald was very unhappy. He felt that I became a stumbling block between him and Dumbledore."

"Then you fought, right?"

"I was more restrained. He was the first to use the Cruciatus Curse against me.

Albus tried to stop the two of us, but the sound of fighting and the light of the spell attracted Ariana. She might want to help, but she..."

"But she couldn't control her magic, so the tragedy happened." Aaron told him what happened next.

Aberforth choked up, dodged the bottle in Aaron's hand, and drank it in a daze.

"Now you know my relationship with them!

After Ariana died, Grindelwald ran away, Albus got rid of a burdensome sister, and I had nothing."

"Maybe..." Aaron carefully took care of Aberforth's mood, "Dumbledore is not what you think."

To be honest, I don't like Dumbledore very much, but he is still worthy of respect. He has been regretting, blaming himself, and even suffering for this matter. "

"Haha! Do you know him as well as I do?" Aberforth said contemptuously.

"I definitely don't know him as well as you do." Aaron admitted frankly, "Albus's concern for Ariana is not as good as yours, but he will never regard his family as a burden.

You know this very well, otherwise you would not agree to his help for Harry Potter, but your sister's death has always made you feel resentful towards him. "