I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Professor McGonagall said that he didn't like the cat climbing frame, but when he entered the living room, Rove found that the cedar wood cat climbing frame was standing firmly by the fireplace.

In order to strengthen the shelf, she also specially used screws to fasten it to the wall, so it can no longer be disassembled, and then returned to the manufacturer.

On the cat climbing rack, there is also a Quidditch magazine and some cat fur... I don't know who dropped it.

Rove didn't dare to say, and he didn't dare to ask, after all, the threat of quitting school from the vice principal was still very deterrent.

The layout of the entire living room is very similar to that of Professor McGonagall's office. Rove also saw a small blackboard in the corner, which was filled with blackboard writing.

Shirley told him in a low voice, it was the content of Transfiguration in the fifth grade.

Since I came to visit the left-behind elderly, of course I have to help with cleaning. Rove has been to a nursing home in his previous life, so he still understands the process.

But Professor McGonagall cleaned the room very cleanly, and there was nothing to help.

Fortunately, there was still a lot of snow in the small yard, so Rove took Shirley and Hermione to start cleaning up. The three of them still piled up a long row of snowmen in the yard, and then asked Professor McGonagall to comment.

Professor McGonagall, as judge, eccentrically voted Rove's Yeti the Ugliest Yeti...as punishment, he needs a talent show.

Rove took out the whistle that Shirley had given him, and blew a song Kill That Hogwarts Man...but the tune went to England, almost sending Professor McGonagall away where he was.

Shirley and Hermione were also rocking with laughter.

Professor McGonagall also used magic to turn all the snowmen into chess pieces, and played wizard chess in the yard.

Rove, as a master of wizard chess, was full of confidence and wanted to teach Professor McGonagall a lesson and put a face on her... Unfortunately, he was brutally abused.

Shirley quickly stepped up and continued to play chess with Professor McGonagall.

As a stinky chess player, Luo Fu gave the girl various moves while watching, constantly yelling play here, play here.

Therefore, the boy was quickly disgusted by Shirley and Hermione, so he had no choice but to turn to the light and turned to help Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall didn't care either. She, who was carrying a heavy load, could always turn the situation around by relying on her exquisite good moves after Rove made a bad move.

The two sides can be regarded as you come and go, evenly matched, and the situation is not let one-sided.

When it was approaching noon, Professor McGonagall had no intention of cooking, and she was not planning to go back to Hogwarts, but left home with a few people and walked towards a corner of the village.

Rove originally thought that Professor McGonagall would take them to restaurants, not to mention high-end restaurants, but also three broomsticks...

Unexpectedly, after going around in the end, I came to a dilapidated bar.

At the entrance of the bar, there was also a battered wooden sign hanging from a rusty woo-woo, with a picture of a chopped-off wild boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that wrapped it.

——The Pig's Head Bar.

During the Christmas period, other shops are open, but this pub is locked, and the old Closed sign is still proudly hung on the door.

Professor McGonagall raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but she seemed to remember something, she took a step back and signaled Rove to knock on the door.

The boy had a bad premonition, but he still bite the bullet and knocked on the locked door.

Sure enough, an angry shout soon came from the bar:

Look at the sign on the door, idiot! Closed today, closed! Go!!

Rove twitched the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Professor McGonagall with grievance in his eyes... It's not good to cheat his students like this.

It's okay, keep knocking, Rove. Professor McGonagall comforted softly.

... It wasn't you who was scolded for your feelings!

Rove knocked on the door persistently, knocking a dozen times in a row, and a dozen non-repetitive curses came from the bar.

In the end, the door was suddenly pulled open, and an old man walked out. He looked extremely gloomy, and shouted at Rove roughly:

Damn idiot! Is your brain not working well, or your ears are deaf, and you can't understand people's words, so you just keep knocking there! My brain is about to be blown!

The old man was very tall, with wire-gray hair and a beard, and he wore spectacles with blue eyes behind dirty lenses.

Rove was sprayed with saliva, and quickly stepped back, hiding behind Professor McGonagall.

After seeing Mag, the old man suddenly calmed down, and stopped spitting out fragrant words:

Oh, sorry, Minerva, I just said you're idiots.

It's okay, I accept your apology for Rove, Aberforth. Professor McGonagall said happily:

I came to see Professor Dumbledore, who wrote to invite us to come here for lunch.

Aberforth turned and walked towards the bar. He muttered angrily, as if he was complaining that it was not enough for him to serve one brother, and now he needed a few more people.

Professor McGonagall walked into the bar first, followed by Rove, Shirley and Hermione.

The Hog's Head, like the Leaky Cauldron, was dark and dirty, and there was a strong smell of lamb in the air.

The windows were so thick with grime that the light barely filtered through, and a few candle stubs were burning on rough wooden tables.

Rove was a little distracted...Professor McGonagall won't be so mad, let them come here to clean up, right?

Who is this person? Hermione asked in a low voice, It looks very difficult to mess with.

His name is Aberforth Dumbledore. Rove lowered his voice, He's the owner of the Pig's Head Bar.

Dumbledore? Shirley noticed the surname, and she was slightly surprised: Then his relationship with the principal...

That's right, the idiot principal you're talking about... is my own brother. Aberforth suddenly turned his head, stared at the three whispering little guys, and snorted coldly:

As much as I hate to admit to this disgraceful relationship, Albus is indeed my brother.

Shirley and Hermione both stared at Aberforth in shock. It was the first time they had heard that the headmaster had a younger brother.

Is Professor Dumbledore here? Professor McGonagall asked.

He's on the second floor! Aberforth said gruffly, then took a rag and wiped down the bar.

It's just that the rag was dirtier than the ground, and the originally clean bar was getting blacker and blacker.

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly, but instead of going to the second floor, she looked at the boy and whispered, Rove, the principal is waiting for you on the second floor.

Rove raised his eyebrows, so he had no choice but to walk upstairs alone along the stairs and into a dilapidated living room.

The living room had a worn carpet and a small fireplace over which hung a large portrait.

In front of the portrait, stood an old man. He didn't turn around, but turned his back to the young man, and said softly:

Rove, I think you've already met my brother.

Yes. Rove walked towards Dumbledore.

At this moment, Dumbledore remembered some old events, and he was a little sentimental, and murmured:

This is my sister, Arianna. She was only fourteen years old when she died, and she was still a childlike girl.

Rove stood beside the old man, looking at the portrait, which showed a very young blonde girl.

She's actually much prettier than in the picture.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore spoke. His eyes were still attached to Arianna's face, and he couldn't bear to leave, as if this could bring her back to the world.

Rove...

After a long silence, the old man suddenly said quietly: Do you think the dead can be resurrected?

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