Hogwarts: The Way of the Dharma

The Hog's Head Bar is a historic pub.

Wizards familiar with history know that this was the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion in 1612.

Since then, this bar has become a gathering place for the three religions and nine streams, and countless dark transactions and calculations have occurred here.

It was here that Snape overheard Trelawney's prophecy and told Voldemort.

Because of this, he hated this place so much that he never came to the pig's head bar again.

Compared with the bright and warm atmosphere of the Three Broom Tavern, the lights in the Pig's Head Bar are extremely dim, and almost everyone surrounds themselves tightly and chats with their companions in a low voice.

And the biggest gap between the two sides is... the boss.

Mrs. Rosmerta is a well-known beauty in the magic world. Even Fudge is fascinated by her. From time to time, "Three Seven Zeros" will come over for a drink or two.

And what about the pig's head bar?

A bad old man, and a bad old man with a very bad temper.

When encountering unpleasant guests, they will be very rude to drive them away.

This bad old man is Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore.

The two are actually eight-point similar in appearance, but Albus's beard is so long that people ignore his appearance and are not associated with the owner of this tavern.

At this time, Aberforth was bored holding a wine glass, wiping it back and forth.

It was just his disguise, in fact, he was eavesdropping on the two wizards next to him discussing how to obtain some contraband.

This is the purpose of his taking over this tavern. There will always be people who are well-informed and well-informed, and he can often get some unexpected news.

Then it was handed over to his brother, Albus Dumbledore.

But things changed a few months ago, when Albus was kicked out of Hogwarts by his own students.

At first Aberforth thought he was listening to an April Fool's joke, but when his older brother showed up here in embarrassment, he knew it was true.

In the end, his brother left England with a group of people, and he refused to leave, choosing to inquire more about Alvin here.

He remembered this little wizard. Last year, Alvin brought a group of people here to set up a secret organization to train Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And the source of his impression of Alvin was the praise of Ariana, which gave him a lot of goodwill.

He couldn't figure out how such a gentle and courteous handsome guy with a smile on his face had driven his brother away and established a cooperative relationship with Grindelwald.

Most importantly, he has the ability to resurrect others.

When Aberforth learned that Lily appeared at Hogwarts and served as a potions professor, the whole person's three views were split.

Now he doesn't care about the fight between Alvin and Albus, he just wants to do everything in his power to figure out Alvin's secret.

“A glass of rum...”

Just when he was a little distracted, a magnetic and somewhat familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Find a place to make it yourself, the wine has to wait..."

Aberforth dealt with it casually, but a panicked voice appeared in the bar.

"Grindelwald!

The entire bar's guests couldn't help but look up at the white-haired man standing in front of the bar.

Why is the Dark Lord here?

Some people's legs even started to sway, trying to escape from the room, but they didn't have any strength.

Only wizards who live on the dark side can better understand the gold content of a Dark Lord.

When Aberforth heard the name, the movements in his hands stagnated. He slowly raised his head and saw the face that he had killed countless times in his dreams.

"Grindelwald..."

As he gritted his teeth and read the name, Aberforth already had a wand in his hand.

In the face of the enemy who killed his sister and the enemy who killed his son indirectly, he shot without hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!

The blazing killing intent was enveloped by the green light and attacked Grindelwald who was close at hand and expressionless.

Just when Aberforth's eyes widened in surprise, thinking that his spell had hit the enemy, a magic wand resisted the green light and swept it towards a chair.

In an instant, the chair was blown to pieces...

Without launching a counterattack, Grindelwald just sat at the bar, staring at the melon-eating crowd who didn't dare to breathe.

Everyone who looked at him felt that he had fallen into the ice cellar, and the bone-chilling chill was about to freeze his soul.

"I'm waiting for someone, what are you waiting for, are you waiting to die?"

The melon eaters were startled, got up from their seats like a spring, and ran out of the tavern with a tumble.

This is too scary, is it going to kill you if you don't agree?

Until they escaped from the tavern, many people still had lingering fears, and some were dissatisfied with Grindelwald's domineering.

In fact, what they didn't know was that they just happened to bump into it today.

Since being "tortured" by Alvin yesterday, his anger has not subsided.

At this time, there were only Grindelwald and Aberforth left in the Pig's Head Bar, and even the waiter ran out with the crowd.

"You don't blame me for driving away your guests, do you?"

Grindelwald sighed slightly as he looked at the tightly covered portrait that was guarded by Aberforth.

A portrait of Ariana Dumbledore.

And Aberforth also noticed his line of sight, and the calm mood that was originally due to the huge gap in strength turned into a rage.

"Grindelwald, only one of you and I can get out of this room today!

After that, bursting fireballs spewed out 1.0 from the top of the wand.

Reluctantly reaching out to resolve all the offensive, Grindelwald had a headache.

Why is Albus' younger brother so stupid, even knowing that he is not his opponent and provoking him.

Do you really think that you dare not kill him?

Well, he really didn't dare...

"Calm down, Aberforth."

A Cruciatus Curse hit Aberforth, who had no mercy, without warning, causing him to bow in pain and turn into a prawn.

Although he didn't do anything ruthless, the Dark Lord's Cruciatus was not something that anyone could follow.

At this moment, a somewhat suspicious voice came from the door.

"What's the matter, has the business of the pig's head bar been so bad?"