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Hearing these words, Aberforth suddenly laughed, then pointed at Regulus and said: "Hypocritical, sanctimonious guy, he only talks about these big principles that make people want to vomit when he hears them. He has nothing new. ."

Seeing that Regulus remained silent, Aberforth added: "Same as Albus."

"I am flattered by this evaluation." Regulus was not angry, but said jokingly, "It is an honor for me to be compared with the greatest wizard in the past 50 years."

"So, you want to fight against the mysterious man for the 'greater good', right?" Aberforth took another sip of wine, and the parts of his face that were not covered by his beard were a little red. "Wait for the opportunity. Mature, are you ready to incite a large number of followers like Grindelwald, and then establish a new order for the wizarding world?"

"Establishing order is not that easy." Regulus said nonchalantly, "I just don't want the Dark Lord to destroy the current order, and... leading others to do things is very tiring. Instead of organizing a group of people , I’m more used to acting alone.”

"Such as a person running into the Black Forest of Albania to find the whereabouts of a mysterious man?" Aberforth said, "With all due respect, you are very lucky not to have become the second Gilderoy Lockhart. No one can defeat the mysterious man alone, not even when he is at his weakest."

"But the Dark Lord stumbled upon Harry Potter." Regulus immediately retorted, "You should also have heard that prophecy, don't deny it."

"There are thousands of prophecy balls in the Department of Mysteries. You don't think they all really come true, do you?" Aberforth cleared his throat and said disdainfully, "I don't think Potter really has anything. 'Energy that the Dark Lord does not understand', but since the prophecy said so, it is best to let things develop like this, right? People like the feeling of having everything in their own hands, and are afraid of that... No Controlled development.”

Regulus' hand holding the wine glass suddenly stopped in mid-air, his eyes staring straight at the wine in the glass.

"It's all in your own hands..."

"What's the matter, boy?" Aberforth couldn't help but ask when he saw Regulus behaving strangely.

"...Ah, I have a small inspiration, but the situation involved is quite complicated. I will have to confirm it when I go back." Regulus came back to his senses and took a sip of the strong wine in the glass.

"Hmph... Albus must still be in the castle, waiting for your explanation." Aberforth spat and said with a sullen face, "He has always been ashamed of my existence, and you discovered my existence. existence, this is not good news for Albus who is trying to hide his past."

"I used to feel that Sirius regarded me as a shame." Regulus said lightly, "What we see in our eyes may not be the truth."

He raised his head, drank the strong wine in the glass in one gulp, took out a handful of gold galleons, and placed it on the table.

"This is wine money, don't look for it."

Aberforth was not polite and swept the galleons into his pocket, saying: "For the sake of the wine money, let me reveal another little information to you. In the past month, Lu Hughes Malfoy seems to be plotting something, and many people...such as Avery, Nott, and Yaxley, basically go to Malfoy Manor every other day."

"We are all old friends." Regulus shook his left hand, "Everyone feels that something is going to happen, so of course they have to find a way out for themselves, and Lucius can often find a better one... Is there anything else interesting?"

"If there was, you would know."

After hearing what Aberforth said, Regulus also realized that the conversation should be over.

The cold late night wind blew on his face, taking away some of the alcohol and making Regulus think more clearly.

He knew that Dumbledore had many spies who were hiding in all walks of life to collect intelligence, such as Lupine, who had been investigating the movements of werewolves, and Kingsley, who had been entrusted with important tasks in the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, there is also Aberforth, who transforms into a bar owner and has the largest underground trading market in Scotland under his nose.

But what he didn't expect was that even the surrounding area of ​​Malfoy Manor had been planted with nails by Aberforth and others.

It seemed that there was a reason why Mundungus chose this place as his trading location even though he knew he would be thrown out every time he went to the Hog's Head Bar.

He had no intention of going to talk to Dumbledore about his discovery as soon as he returned to school, as Aberforth said, because the idea was too far-fetched. Regulus believed that even Dumbledore, the most receptive person, could accept it. Anyone who wants to agree with this statement needs a certain amount of time to think about it.

It was already midnight, and he didn't want to go to class listlessly with dark circles under his eyes the next day.

At the same time, Aberforth extinguished the lights in the bar, passed through an old wooden door behind the bar, and returned to the house where he lived along the rickety stairs.

The furnishings in the room were dirty and old, the original color of the carpet could no longer be seen, a small fireplace was spitting out flames, and a life-size oil painting hung above the fireplace.

Aberforth walked to the fireplace and looked at the oil painting, which showed a blonde girl looking at him with blank but gentle eyes, a slight smile on her face.

The wrinkles on the bar owner's face became deeper, and his sharp and somewhat violent blue eyes also became much softer. He seemed to be hesitating, but finally made up his mind, which was unimaginable with Regulus. The soft voice said to the girl: "Call him over."

The girl nodded slightly, then turned around and walked slowly away along the path in the painting. Her gradually disappearing back looked particularly delicate.

Within a few minutes, the girl returned to the frame, followed by a person, Dumbledore.

Gu Yu</span> "Is your dinner over?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"If you still talk to me in this tone, I don't mind making your nose crooked a little more." Aberforth clenched his fists and stared at his brother, "Where did you find this kid? He has a slippery tone. , not even half of the ten sentences are true, if you insist on saying so, that little bastard named Severus Snape is cuter than him."

"You know very well that I didn't find him... He even discovered Voldemort's secret earlier than I did." Dumbledore still had a smile on his face, but his tone had become serious, "Besides, I doubt that you have anything to do with me. To be honest, if you really hate him, there is no way he would sit in your bar drinking and chatting."

"That's because he's not like those idiots who take your words as truth." Aberforth simply pulled up a chair, sat on it and looked up at Dumbledore in the painting, and then clasped his slender fingers and counted. , "Let me see... Duoji, Di Ge, Hestia Jones... and those other fools. One day, they don't even know how they died, and they think they are in front of them." It is a bright road leading to victory!”

Dumbledore blinked and did not comment on his brother's statement.

"On the other hand, this boy from the Black family at least knows what he is doing. I don't want to see him wasting time, so I gave him some trivial hints." Aberforth continued, "From what he said, it seemed that he was right. Now there are some new discoveries about what happened... I'll just see what he discovered."

"Oh? New discovery?" Dumbledore seemed to be interested, "Is it about our friend without a nose?"

"Maybe you'll find out in five minutes. That guy will definitely go talk to you." Aberforth showed a complicated expression on his face, "I just said that he can't tell the truth in front of me. No, do you know who I am thinking of..."

"Forgive me, I'm older and sometimes I can't concentrate." Dumbledore promptly interrupted Aberforth's unspoken words, "But I have to correct some of your points... all of us , they all know what they are doing. Ephias and Dedalus could have found a place that no one knows about to live in seclusion and live a leisurely life, but they are still running around the UK to collect information for us. , just like you."

"Don't compare me with them." Aberforth said irritably, "I just don't like Tom Riddle. To be honest, his methods are far worse than Grindelwald. But you are really old too. , to be able to allow him to organize such a large force."

Dumbledore's expression finally darkened.

"I don't know what you are worried about." Aberforth said, "Or do you really believe what that crazy girl named Trelawney said and think that only Potter can defeat Voldemort. In the past ten years, we have There are so many opportunities to completely eliminate this monster, but what about you? You hid in Hogwarts and refused to come out, letting him come back step by step, and now you are starting to worry again? "

"If you think that our enemy is only Voldemort, you are totally wrong." Hearing his brother's merciless questioning, Dumbledore's tone did not waver. "The most terrifying thing is not Voldemort. It's the thought that created him... I may be able to defeat Voldemort, but this can only lead everyone to the conclusion that 'Albus Dumbledore is more powerful than Voldemort,' nothing more."

"Isn't this enough?" Aberforth sneered, "How many Voldemorts are there in the world? As long as we defeat him, all this will end."

"Just defeating him is not enough. His supporters will not realize that their actions violate the taboo of fate, but just think: This time it is just that we have not accumulated enough strength. After we obtain stronger strength, It will be no problem if we defeat this old guy named Dumbledore." Dumbledore said seriously, "In this way, even if we defeat Tom, there is no guarantee that a man named Jerry will come out and become a new man. Become a new Voldemort."

Aberforth snorted from his nose.

"...But if he loses to the powerless Harry, more people will understand that what he is pursuing is just a joke, and there is no way to defy the judgment of fate." Dumbledore continued Said, "What we need is not to kill all his supporters, but to make them realize their mistakes and return to the right side... This is the real victory."

"You are always right... but is this the reason why you do everything you can to defend that prophecy? Even promote it intentionally or unintentionally?" Aberforth said angrily, "If we locked up Snape that night, If Riddle couldn’t hear that prophecy, wouldn’t what happened next happen?”

"I'm not sure." Dumbledore sighed, "Who can say for sure about something like fate? The current situation is still within the range of what I can predict... By the way, those two things I asked you to find Do you have any clues about this thing?"

"You mean the broken goblet and hat? No." Aberforth said. "If they are really the relics of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw as you said, then the person who collected them will definitely not I will take them out and show them off. If it were me, I would hide them in the safest place... It's a pity that I don't have a vault in Gringotts."

"This is an idea. I have never thought about it in this direction..." Dumbledore said, "Maybe I should investigate whether Voldemort has a super secure secret vault."

"Then you'd better not get caught by the goblins of Gringotts." Aberforth sneered. "The arrest of the greatest wizard in the world for sneaking into a bank and trying to steal would be the biggest scandal of this century. "

"Thanks for reminding me, I will definitely be careful." Dumbledore also laughed, "How many years have we not spoken like this?"

"I don't know. I don't think chatting with the greatest wizard in the world is something memorable." Aberforth said stiffly, "I'm going to bed, and I have to feed the sheep tomorrow morning."

"Okay, let's say good night to each other." After Dumbledore said that, he simply left along the path in the painting.

The girl waved gently at his retreating back, then turned to smile at Aberforth.

"In his clever plans, someone will always get hurt, right?" Aberforth watched Dumbledore leave, and then whispered as if talking to himself, "For the greater good, there will always be Some insignificant people had to sacrifice.”

The girl seemed to have heard what he said, but she slowly shook her head.

"Do you still believe his lies? After everything that happened?" Aberforth stretched out his hand and scratched his messy hair several times.

The girl nodded firmly this time.

"Okay, Ariana." Aberforth said helplessly, "For your sake, I will help him to the end this time... I want to see what the 'real victory' he refers to is. Looks like that.”