HP Magic Biography

Aberforth. Dumbledore!

The owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Dumbledore's younger brother...why does this part-time job sound so weird? However, the fact is that, because of his sister, Aberforth is very reluctant to have anything to do with Dumbledore, and even in the Order of the Phoenix, Fan Lin has never heard this name mentioned.

Perhaps it can be said that Sirius and the others don't understand at all... It should be said that they don't understand Dumbledore's past enough.

However, when he came to the Pig's Head Bar, Ron seemed a little excited, perhaps because of his two older brothers, Ron knew far more about the habits of the Pig's Head Bar than they did.

You know what? Ron whispered, looking around the bar eagerly. Here we can order anything we want. I bet the guy will sell us anything, he doesn't care. I've been meaning to try the Fire Whiskey...

You...you are...a prefect, Ron! Hermione said helplessly.

Oh, Ron's smile faded. yes……

This made Ron a little sluggish. Obviously, if he wanted to taste the fire whiskey, if Hermione was present, he would have to wait until he was an adult.

However, he immediately thought that Hermione had only been with Fan Lin for a long time, and that he had not had much contact with Hermione...

Maybe we can have a private... Ron whispered to Harry.

Don't think I didn't hear, Ron! Hermione raised her eyebrows, and now Ron is getting more and more presumptuous, daring to challenge...

Fan Lin, maybe you should take Hermione to a teahouse. Ron muttered softly. Hermione is still very prestigious, which has been accumulated for a long time.

Uh, actually, we've been there. Fan Lin took a sip of the butter beer, his eyes still falling on Aberforth who was talking with someone not far away.

What surprised Fan Lin was that he couldn't detect Aberforth's magical power at all. This feeling was the same as that brought to him by Dumbledore, or...

No wonder he is someone who can intervene in the struggle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

While thinking silently, Fan Lin carefully probed with magic power, but soon, Fan Lin sensed some familiar people, who seemed to be his friends.

Fan Lin sat upright slightly, which was conducive to maintaining the image of a teacher. At least he and Harry would be responsible for teaching them in the future. As for the refusal, those who would refuse would not come here.

So, who do you think is going to meet us here? Harry seemed impatient, unscrewed the rusty cap of the butter beer and took a big swig.

Just a few people, repeated Hermione, checking her watch and looking anxiously out the door. I asked them to come here about this time, and I think they all know each other—oh, look, that's probably them.

The bar door opened, and a cloud of dusty sunlight bisected the room, before disappearing seconds later, blocked by a group of people entering. Neville, Thomas and Colin were the first to pull, followed by Angelina and Alicia and... (Harry's stomach tightens violently)...Cho and a girl who had been chatting with her all the time Child, then (She looks as if she walked in by accident in a dream.)

Then there is Colin's younger brother, then Vicki and Winnie siblings, Luna and Susan Bonn, Wal-Mart and Wallon, Lu Nan, Jeffrey, Tom, and then there is a guy whose name Fan Lin doesn't know. The Hufflepuff girl with the braids, the three Ravenclaw boys, the three boys... well, no memory of that either.

Behind him was Ginny, a tall, blond boy with an upturned nose followed him closely. Fan Lin vaguely remembered that he was a member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. At the end of the team were Fred, George With their friend Lee Jordan, the three of them were all holding Zoko's big paper bag full.

This is... how many people? Harry asked Hermione uncertainly, How many people?

Yeah, oh, the idea seems to be quite popular, said Hermione cheerfully. Ron, can you drag some more chairs over?

The bartender froze. He was wiping a glass with a dirty cloth that looked like it had never been washed. He had never seen so many people in his bar.

Okay, said Fred, who was the first to the bar, counting his fellows quickly, give us . . . twenty-five butterbeers, please?

The bartender looked at him for a moment, then, irritably throwing down his wipes as if he had been interrupted by something important, he started fetching dirty butterbeer from under the counter.

Cheers, said Fred, passing out the beer, but come to think of it, folks, I don't have enough money to pay that much...

Harry stared blankly as the chatterers took beer from Fred and fumbled for coins in their robes. He couldn't imagine what so many people were doing here.

It's okay, I'll come... Fan Lin said with some headache, he pressed Harry's hand, Just take it as our encouragement for the new students, but, Harry, aren't you happy, Qiu But here we come...

As Fan Lin said, he walked towards Fred. Although it could bring some income to the Pig's Head Bar, it seemed that Aberforth didn't like it.

I'm sorry, sir, but we can't find any place. Fan Lin put a Galleon on the counter with a smile, and then Aberforth gave Fan Lin a strange look, then bowed his head inside the counter After looking for it, he managed to collect enough change, and then Sai returned to Fan Lin's hands.

Although I don't think it's necessary, just to be on the safe side... Fan Lin bowed slightly, and then stroked lightly in the center of the bar. Immediately, the surrounding noisy sounds disappeared.

I hope this won't disturb you. Fan Lin said respectfully, then turned around and stepped into the divided tavern.

Unlike Fan Lin, Harry was in a panic...

What did you tell them? Harry whispered. Hermione's work efficiency clearly exceeded Harry's expectations, and suddenly a terrifying thought popped into his mind, they might be expecting a speech or something, thinking of this, Harry felt like he was about to... What are they expecting?

I told you, they just want to hear what you have to say, Hermione said reassuringly.

But Harry was still looking at her so distrustingly, so she quickly added, You don't need to do anything, I'll speak first.

Hi, Harry, said Neville, beaming and sitting down across from him. Harry tried to smile at him, but said nothing. His mouth was very dry. Cho had just smiled at him and sat on Ron's right.

Qiu's friend, with curly red hair, didn't smile, but gave him a very suspicious look in his eyes, which clearly indicated that if there was a way, she wouldn't come here.

The newcomers sat around Harry, Ron, Fan Lin, and Hermione in twos and threes. Some of them looked very excited, while others were very curious. Luna looked up at the sky dreamily. Can't affect her.

When everyone had taken their seats, the chatter died down and everyone looked at Harry.

Well, said Hermione, her voice a little higher than usual out of nervousness. So - oh - hello, everyone. Attention turned to her again, though their eyes were still on Harry from time to time. Well... well... well, everybody knows why they're here. Well... then, Harry's idea - I mean (Harry gave her a pointed look), my idea - to those It might be a good idea for someone who wants to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts - I mean, real learning, you know, not the crap that Umbridge taught us (Hermione's voice suddenly grows stronger and more a little more confident) - because no one can call it Defense Against the Dark Arts...

Wow! That's right! Thomas chimed in, and Hermione looked encouraged...

Well, I think that would be good if we, oh, take the situation into our own hands. She stopped, looked at Fan Lin next to her, and continued, So I plan to learn how to properly protect Myself, not just in theory, but practicing real mantras...

But, I bet you'd like to pass your Ordinary Wizarding Level in Defense Against the Dark Arts, too? said Mossoli, her eyes fixed on Hermione.

Of course, said Hermione immediately. But more importantly, I want to get the right defensive training because... because... she said after taking a deep breath, because the Dark Lord Voldemort has returned.

Everyone's immediate reaction was predictable. Cho's friend screamed and splashed butterbeer all over herself. Thomas twitched involuntarily, Angelina shuddered, seemingly startled, and Neville let out a strange cry, which he managed to turn into a cough.

In short, all the people looked at Harry intently and even more eagerly.

Well... that's the plan, anyway, said Hermione. If you want to join us, we need to decide what to do...

What evidence is there that the man is back? said Hufflepuff's blond Quidditch player in an aggressive tone.

Well, Dumbledore believes... Hermione said.

You mean, Dumbledore believed him, a blond boy nodded at Harry.

Who are you? said Ron rather rudely.

Henrietta, said the boy, I think we have a right to know what made him think the man had returned.

Look, interrupted Hermione quickly, that's not what we're going to be discussing in this meeting—

Okay, Hermione, said Harry. He was just beginning to understand why there were so many people here. He thought Hermione should have thought of it. Some — perhaps most — came hoping to hear his story firsthand.

What makes me think the man is back? Harry repeated, eyes fixed, I saw him. Dumbledore told the whole school what happened, and if you don't believe him, you don't have to believe me , and I'm not going to waste an afternoon trying to convince anyone.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath when Harry spoke. Harry had a feeling that even the bartender was listening. He wiped the same glass with the dirty rag, making it even dirtier.

Henrietta said contemptuously: Dumbledore just told us last year that Cedric Diggory was attacked by that man's men, and you returned to Hogwarts alone, and Cedric dropped out of school directly afterwards. He didn't He didn't tell us the details, he didn't say how exactly Diggory was attacked, why he left, I think we all want to know—

If you're here to hear how Voldemort murdered a man, I can't help you, said Harry. His temper, so easily flared up these days, rose again, and he did not take his eyes off Henrietta's defiant face, and decided not to look at Cho.

I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, you know? If that's what you're here for, you'd better get out of here.

Harry shot Hermione an angry look, and it was all, he felt, Hermione's fault. She decides to show him as a weirdo, and of course they'll all come to see how ridiculous his story really is.

But no one left their seats, not even Henrietta, though he kept staring intently at Harry's face.

So, said Hermione, her voice rising again. So... like I said... if you guys want to learn Defense, then we need to plan out how we'll learn it, how often we'll meet and where we'll learn—

Is that true, interrupted the girl with the long brown braids, looking at Harry: Can you summon a Patronus? There was a murmur of interest from the crowd.

Yes, said Harry a little fidgeting. A Patronus with shape? The words jogged some memories in Harry.

Well—you don't know Boss, do you? Harry suddenly recalled a woman he met at the hearing.

The girl smiled.

She's my aunt, she said, and I'm Rosa Bows, and she told me about your hearing. So—is that true? You summoned a stag Patronus?

Yes, said Harry.

Oh, Harry, said Lee, looking shocked, I had no idea about that!

Mum told Ron not to spread the word, said Fred, grinning grinningly at Harry. She said a lot of people would pay attention to you that way.

She's right, said Harry, and many laughed.

So did you kill a basilisk with the sword in Dumbledore's office? Wallon asked. That's what a portrait on the wall told me when I was there last year...

Um - yes, I did, yes, Harry said hastily. Jordan whistled, and the Weasley brothers exchanged an awed look.

Harry felt a little heat in his ears, and he was determined to look anywhere else but Cho.

During his first year, Neville called out to everyone, he protected the Philosopher's Stone—

The Philosopher's Stone, corrected Hermione.

Yes, from that man, said Neville at last.

Everyone's eyes were as big as sailing coins.

Not to mention, Cho said (Harry snapped at her, she was smiling at him, and for a split second, uh...) everything he'd done in the Warriors game in 2009, passed dragons, Krakens and labyrinths and others.

There was a murmur of approval around the table. Harry's stomach was writhing, and he tried to adjust his expression so that he didn't look too cheerful. Cho's praise of him just now made it all the more, all the more difficult to say what he had sworn to himself to tell them.

Look, he said, and everyone fell silent again, I... I don't want to sound like I'm being humble or anything, but... I've had a lot of help from other people...

Not when passing the dragon, Moran said at once. It's pretty cool to fly by...

Yeah, um— said Harry, feeling it would be rude to deny it. And there's no one to help you get rid of those dementors this summer, Wallon said. No, said Harry, no, well, I know I've done things when nobody helped me, but the point I want to make is...

Are you trying to get away with not showing us something? Henrietta said.

I have an idea, Ron said loudly, before Harry could speak, why don't you shut up?