The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Without the little wizards, Hogsmeade is a bit deserted today.

Looking from the window, there is only one customer in the Pig's Head Bar, drinking alone, and even the boss is gone.

"Hi, Aberforth, are you there?" Ignoring the sloppy guests at the wine table, after pushing the door and entering, Aini called out to the owner of the bar.

"Oh, it's little Aini, it's so sad, it seems you have forgotten what I look like." The guest who had been turning his back to Aini turned around.

His hair was disheveled, as if it hadn't been washed in days; his clothes were stained with wine, and his cuffs were still dripping with water, and Annie hoped it was wine and not saliva.

I have to say that the image of this person in front of him is really terrible. Aini finally knows why the business of the Pig's Head Bar is so bleak. The alcohol smell mixed with his body odor is enough to dissuade all guests with normal sense of smell.

The drunken and blurred face turned to Ani, although it looked messed up, it was enough to recognize that it was indeed Aberforth himself.

Aini lowered the operating index of the Pig's Head Bar by another level. Now it doesn't even have a single customer, and the only person drinking is the boss himself.

"Sorry, Aberforth, it's just that your outfit today is a little, uh, a little unusual." Aini didn't know how to organize his words. This elder who usually looks carefree, now exudes a strong aura. sad.

Especially when Ani and Aberforth looked at each other, those eyes containing complex emotions such as regret, pain, nostalgia, regret, etc. seemed to shine into his heart, and all the sadness came from this.

It wasn't until Aberforth spoke again that Aini escaped from this weird state. For a moment, fine beads of sweat quickly climbed down the tailbone, and when he looked at the old man again, there was a hint of horror in his eyes .

Just now at least for a second, or longer, Ani was completely immersed in the sadness spread by Aberforth, and even lost himself to a certain extent. In his 17 years of experience, it was the first time This is the first time I have encountered such a thing.

The contemporary second son of the Dumbledore family is obviously not as mediocre and harmless as he usually appears.

"Sorry, Ernie, I can't help myself." Aberforth let out a long belch, "I should drink less, but we're not always doing what we're supposed to be doing, are we? ?”

"I think you'll agree with me, after all, even my great brother doesn't do everything right."

The old man's emphasis on the three words "great" sounded particularly ironic.

Aberforth invited Aini to sit down, and the brain paralyzed by alcohol instinctively wanted to find someone to confide in.

And whether it was when they got along before, or now, Aini gave him the feeling that he was a trustworthy and close enough junior.

To be honest, Aini didn't want to sit beside him, even the Pig's Head Bar. The irritating gas here was too strong, and his sensitive nose protested all the time from the moment he stepped into the bar door.

But there is no way, this is another elder who takes good care of him.

Aini couldn't leave such an abnormal old man behind, turned around and left, ignored Nose's protest without much entanglement, and sat next to Aberforth.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters, Ernie."

"No, apart from my parents, there are only me and my friends at home."

Aberforth looked up at Ernie, seemingly puzzled by his answer.

In fact, Aini has the same doubts as the old man. In his memory, he should have an older brother, who is much older than him. At this time, his eldest nephew should be going to magic school soon.

But since he became a member of the Scamander family, he has never met anyone of his generation, and he has never even heard the news. He feels that he has suddenly become Newt's only heir inexplicably.

"Snapped!"

Aberforth patted his forehead. Speaking of which, Ani's habit of patting his forehead when he was distracted came from the owner of the Pig's Head Bar.

Amidst the thunderclap that followed, Aberforth hurriedly picked up the wine bottle that had been brought down by his sleeve, and the smell of wine in the air became even stronger for a while.

"Unlike you, I have three brothers and sisters in my family." Aberforth seemed to suddenly remember something, hurriedly skipped the question just now, and continued on, even the words flowing on the table in a hurry I didn't even bother to clean up the drinks.

"You know two of them, the eldest of the three siblings, you know who it is. Then there's me, a bar owner who doesn't do anything, and Ariana is without a doubt the cutest sister in the world."

A proud smile came to the corner of Aberforth's mouth. He shook the wine bottle he had rescued just now, poured himself a glass, brought a new glass, filled it, and pushed it to Aini.

"Try it, it's my own brew, and it's only available on this day of the year."

He took a sip lightly, as if there was a crystal bitterness from the root of his tongue to the bottom of his heart, and then spread to every corner of his body.

"At that time, Albus always thought that the Dumbledore family should become the sun when they fly into the sky, but I just want to take care of Ellie at home. She is always so distressing."

"Ellie likes lambs very much. I raised some for her. I remember she always likes to hug the female lamb, saying that it will grow up to be a cute little girl, which is even smaller than Ellie. younger sister."

Aberforth recounted the past to Aini with nostalgia, and many things were briefly mentioned, but he did not explain clearly.

For example, the tragic experience of Ariana's childhood magic awakening, why their father was arrested, the mother's death, the battle among the three and the silent final eruption.

But for Aini, these concealments are meaningless.

"That day Arianna suddenly told me that she wanted a dress. I spent all my savings at the time and ordered the best one for her. Unfortunately, she never had the chance to wear it again."

Just like before, Aini also raised his hand and patted his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a wine bottle with him this time.

"God, I actually forgot, Mrs. Witt asked me to bring it to you." Aini hurriedly took out the dress from her pocket and handed it to Aberforth.

"Well, it's usually delivered in the morning. Today is Ellie's birthday. I order one for her every year. Thank you, Aini."

Aberforth picked up his wand and opened the bag in the air, and the dress stretched out in the air, dancing a waltz as if alive.

I have to say that Mrs. Witt's craftsmanship is really great. Although it looks a little old-fashioned, it is completely impeccable in workmanship.

But Aberforth still frowned. Like Mrs. Witt, he also felt that his "sister's body" was getting old.

"It's really bad. It looks like Ellie has lost at least 8 pounds this year. Maybe I should talk to Verni about it." Aberforth was a little dissatisfied with Ellie's aging, but even he felt This may be the real growth trajectory of his younger sister. He wants to prevent Ellie from getting old, but he doesn't want to destroy this natural trajectory.

"Fox was like this before Nirvana. I think a lovely girl like Ellie will be reborn from the ashes like a phoenix. Members of the Dumbledore family are always related to phoenixes, aren't they?"

Aberforth's eyes lit up when he heard that.