Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 188 Return
"Now there's only that snake left..." Taoist Lingxu glanced at Harry and said.

Hilbert said knowingly, "How did we break Voldemort's body?"

"I've prepared a demon town. Once he enters the center, you four will bind his limbs with the ropes I gave you!" Taoist Lingxu pointed to Godric and the others. "Then, Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald attack his left and right sides respectively, Hilbert attacks his back, Harry uses your own wand to surrender Voldemort's wand, and then I Send Nangong Yingying to attack the lower body with the earth escape technique, and I will attack from above, and then attack from all sides together. It broke his body of the demon king."

"Okay, I'll pick up Principal Dumbledore." Hilbert said and went out.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is not dead?" ×5
"Well, not dead."

"I saw him buried with my own eyes!" Hermione said in shock.

"It was me, I knocked out Albus and pretended to be him, but I woke up and found him gone, and then we met him in America."

jacob kowalski home

Jacob, who was over ninety years old and had gray hair, picked up a cup of coffee that Queenie had just brewed and drank it himself.

Albus on the opposite side looked calm, "My students are here to pick me up."

"Professor, what did you say?"

"Now it's the last moment, and they're taking me back." Dumbledore said, picking up a piece of licorice candy.At this time, Phelps Kowalski ran in and said out of breath, "Professor, Hilbert is here."

"How is the headmaster?"

"Thanks to your master and his elders, everything is fine."

"Then let's go."

After reminiscing with Harry and the others, Albus Dumbledore tremblingly met the dark-faced Godric and the others. There was no other reason. In history, Godric and Salazar were indeed separated because of the contradiction in enrollment. each side.But the relationship between the two colleges is not too bad.It wasn't until Albus Dumbledore came to power that he intentionally or unintentionally lowered the relationship between the Lions and Snakes.As for these dusty secrets of the academy, of course, it would not be said by the two masters and apprentices.

"I heard from my brother that there is an old guy who has been discrediting Salazar's Snake House?" Godric said, reaching out and grabbing the back of Albus Dumbledore's neck.

"Is there? I haven't heard of it! ╮(ω)╭"

"Really? Do you want to go to court? (〝▼皮▼)" Salazar's beard blew up when he got angry.

"Okay, let's talk about the settlement later, we have to go back quickly." Hilbert said while looking at Taoist Lingxu.

"Get into my Qiankun bag, so we can go quickly. As for Draco, you'd better not go back. Voldemort thinks you're dead, but it's up to you."

After all, Taoist Lingxu set up auspicious clouds and left the United States.

It was midnight when we got back to England.

Taoist Lingxu opened the Qiankun bag and let out a dozen people. At this moment, a wooden door opened.A gruff voice said, "Come in, Potter, come on!"

Harry and the others complied without hesitation, and swarmed into the open door.

"Go upstairs and be quiet!" said a tall figure, walking past them into the side street, and slamming the door behind them.

Harry hadn't known where they were, but now, in the flickering light of a lone candle, he saw the dingy, sawdust-strewn counter of the Hog's Head.They ran behind the counter and through another door leading to a rickety wooden staircase, which they climbed as fast as they could.At the top of the stairs was the living room, with its worn carpet and a small fireplace, above which hung a large oil painting of a fair-haired girl looking blankly and tenderly into the room.

"Quick! Someone's out there!" shouted from the street below.Still wearing the cloak of invisibility, they crept up to the grimy windows and looked down.Their savior - at this moment Harry recognized him as the owner of the Pig's Head pub - Aberforth Dumbledore.

"Hey, Aberforth," Albus greeted his brother from behind.

"...get up, you old fellow," Aberforth replied roughly.

Harry said, "We need to get into Hogwarts."

"Don't be a fool, boy," said Aberforth. "We have to go," said Harry.

"What you must do," said Aberforth, leaning forward, "is to get as far away from here as possible."

"You don't understand. Time is running out, we must enter the castle. Dumbledore wants us!"

The firelight shone on Aberforth's spectacles, and the grimy lenses suddenly turned an opaque, slab-like bright white, and Harry thought of the blind eyes of the giant spider Aragog.

"My brother Aberforth wants many things," said Aberforth, "and people are often hurt as he carries out his grand plans. Get out of this school, Potter, and out of this country if you can. Forget about my brother and his ingenious plans." Hilbert looked back at Albus and found him sighing at Ariana's portrait, as if confessing his crime.

"Albus! Get away from her. You have no right to stand in front of him. Get out of here, children. We've failed. Hogwarts is over. Albus lied to you."

"I can't leave," said Harry, "I have a mission—"

"Leave it to someone else!"

"No, it has to be me, Dumbledore explained very clearly—"

"Oh, did he? So, did he tell you everything, was he honest with you?"

Harry wanted so badly to say "yes," but somehow the simple word just wouldn't come to his lips.Aberforth seemed to know what he was thinking.

"I know my brother, Potter. He learned secrecy at my mother's knee. Secrets and lies, that's how we were raised, and Albus... he was born with it."

The old man's eyes turned to the portrait of the girl on the mantelpiece.By now Harry had taken a good look around and knew that this was the only painting in the room.There are no pictures of Albus Dumbledore and others here. "This is your sister, Ariana? Killed by the principal? And Grindelwald!" Hilbert said, pointing at the portrait.

"Don't mention him! His name!"

"Professor Dumbledore cares about Harry, very much," whispered Hermione.

"Oh, is it?" said Aberforth. "It's funny how many people my brother cared about ended up being miserable when he didn't care about them."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, breathlessly.

"None of your business," said Aberforth.

"But that's a really strong statement!" said Hermione. "Are you—are you talking about your sister?"

Aberforth glared at her hard, his lips twitching as if chewing on something he was holding back.Then, suddenly, he opened up the chatterbox.

"When my sister was six years old, she was attacked by three Muggle boys. They saw her doing magic through the hedge in the back garden. She was a child, and she couldn't get away with it, not even a wizard at that age. I guess, The boys were frightened by what they saw. They squeezed in through the hedge, and my sister couldn't tell them how the magic worked, so they lost control and tried to stop the little monster from doing magic again."

In the firelight, Hermione's eyes were wide open, and Ron looked a little uncomfortable.Aberforth rose to his feet, as tall as Albus, suddenly frightening with anger, with excruciating pain.

"What they did ruined her and she never came back to normal. She didn't want to use magic, but couldn't get rid of it. The magic went inside her and drove her crazy, and when she couldn't control it, The magic just happens on her. She's weird and dangerous at times, but most of the time she's cute, timid, and harmless.

"Silently, right?" Hilbert said.

"It seems your master told you everything?" Aberforth said.

"No."

"My father went to those bastards," said Aberforth, "and gave them a lesson and ended up in Azkaban. He never said why he did it, and if the Ministry of Magic knew Ariana's condition, she will be imprisoned for life in St. Mungo's Hospital. They will see her as a serious threat to the "International Statute of Secrecy" because of her insanity, and her inner magic when it is out of control. will explode.

"We had to keep her safe and hide her. We moved, lied about her being sick and my mother took care of her and tried to keep her calm and happy.

"She likes me best," said Aberforth, speaking as if a scruffy boy was peering through Aberforth's wrinkled face and tangled beard, "not Albus .Albus was upstairs in his bedroom when he was at home, reading his books, counting his awards, and corresponding with 'the most famous wizard of the time'," Aberforth sneered, "Albus She doesn't want to worry about her at all. She likes me the most. When my mother can't make her eat, I can coax her to eat; when she has a temper, I can calm her down; when she is quiet, I often help me feed the sheep .

"Then she was 14 years old ... well, I wasn't there," Aberforth said. "If I had been there, it would have calmed her down. She was having temper tantrums again, and my mother wasn't as young as she used to be, and as a result ...it was an accident, Ariana couldn't help herself, my mother was killed."

Harry felt a surge of sympathy and resistance, and he didn't want to hear any more.But Aberforth went on, and Harry wondered if the old man hadn't said anything about it in ages, maybe he'd never told anyone.

"Thus, Albus' plans to travel the world were dashed. The two of them came back for my mother's funeral, and then Dorje set off on his own, leaving Albus to stay as head of the family. Bah!"

Aberforth spat into the fire.

"I told him I would take care of my sister, I don't care about school, I can stay home and study by myself. But he said I have to finish my studies and he will take over from my mother. It's a bit of a disappointment for Mr. Elite. Take care A half-crazed sister who stopped her from blowing up the house every other day and no one gave him a prize. But he did a good job the first few weeks...then the guy came."

At this time, Aberforth showed a very dangerous expression on his face.

"Grindelwald. Finally, my brother has someone to talk to, someone as smart and talented as he is. Taking care of Ariana is secondary, and they spend all day trying to build new wizards Projects of order, finding the Hallows, doing all the things they're deeply interested in. What does it matter if a little girl is neglected for the grand scheme of things, for the good of the wizarding world at large? Albus is working for a greater good !

"After a few weeks, I had had enough, had enough. I was about to go back to Hogwarts by then, so I told them, told them both, face to face, as I am to you now," Aberforth looked down at Harry, and it wasn't hard to imagine him as a teenager, wiry and angry, standing up to his brother. "I told him you'd better give up. You can't move her, she's not in the right shape, you can't take her with you, go where you're going, give your smart speeches, build yourself a following He doesn't like to hear it." Aberforth said, the firelight shone on his glasses, temporarily covering his eyes, and the lenses were white again, "Grindelwald was very upset, he was angry, Said I was a stupid little boy trying to get in the way of him and my wonderful brother... And don't I understand? Once they changed the world so that wizards stopped hiding and Muggles kept their heads, I That poor little sister no longer has to hide from XZ.

"We got into an argument... I drew my wand, he drew his, I got the Cruciatus Curse, it was my brother's best friend - and Albus tried to stop him. So the three of us started The duel, the flashes of light and the bangs of bangs irritated my sister, she couldn't take it—"

Aberforth's face was suddenly drained of color, as if mortally wounded.

Albus had tears streaming down his face.

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​over," Aberforth said. "You-Know-Who has won, it's over, and those who pretend not to admit it are deluding themselves."

"Listen, Aberforth!" Harry said suddenly, "We need to get into Hogwarts," Harry added, "and if you can't help, we'll just wait until dawn and figure it out ourselves without bothering you .If you can help—that's a good time to speak up."

Aberforth remained motionless in his chair, staring blankly at Harry with eyes so much like his brother's.Finally, he cleared his throat, stood up, walked around the small table, and walked to Ariana's portrait.

"You know what to do," he said.

The girl smiled slightly, turned around and walked away. She didn't disappear beside the picture frame like the people in the usual portraits, but seemed to be walking along a long tunnel painted behind her.They watched her slender figure go further and further away, before being swallowed up by darkness.

"Er - how is this -?" Ron wanted to ask.

"There's only one way to get in now," said Aberforth. "You must know that the whole school has never been so guarded. From what I've been told, they've blocked all the old secret passages at both ends. There are Death Eaters around the walls, and there are constant patrols in the school. Snape has betrayed us again, and now he is in power, and the Carlo brothers and sisters are his right-hand men. Even if you enter the school, what can you do... Sigh , that's your business, right? You said you were ready to die."

A small white dot appeared at the end of the tunnel in the painting, and Ariana walked back towards them, getting closer and bigger.But there was another person beside her, taller, limping, and full of excitement.His hair was longer than anything Harry had ever seen before, his face appeared to be cut and his clothes were ripped out of shape.The two figures grew larger and larger until their heads and shoulders filled the portrait.Then the portrait on the wall opened like a small door, revealing the entrance of a real tunnel.The real Neville Longbottom crawled out of the tunnel, with unnaturally long hair, a bruised face, and torn robes.With a roar of ecstasy, he sprang from the mantelpiece, crying, "I knew you'd come! I knew it, Harry!"

"When you get back to Hogwarts, go see your godfather immediately and ask him to drink this." Taoist Lingxu took out a small bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it to Hilbert.

(End of this chapter)