Holy Light Professor at Hogwarts

In fact, there is no need for Kirk to fantasize about anything in his mind. When the old man named Aberforth saw Kirk falling into some kind of thinking, he took the initiative to explain: "Aberforth Dumbledore, it's just what you thought. "

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Dumbledore?" Kirk came to his senses and apologized, but this title made him a little awkward. Maybe he should be called Mr. Dumbledore Jr.?

"Just call me Aberforth." The old gentleman obviously knew what Kirk's hesitation meant: "I know you, Mr. Kirk, the new dean hired by my brother principal, he is always like this, doing some self-righteous things. thing."

Aberforth's doubts about Kirk were quite subtle in his words, but he still moved aside to let Kirk enter the drawing room inside.

Kirk walked past Aberforth and saw the entire drawing room:

The decoration style here is very similar to that in the bar, but it is brighter. In addition to the portrait of the little girl, there is also a large goat horn specimen on the wall; beside the burning fireplace, there is a small hay woven There was a nest with a little goat and lamb sleeping inside.

It seems that Mr. Aberforth has a special liking for goats.

Kirk sat on a dark red linen sofa under the guidance of Aberforth, and placed the wine glass on the coffee table in front of him.

Aberforth closed the door and sat across from Kirk: "You'd better tell me everything you know, otherwise you will become the second Hogwarts Dean to be kicked out of the Hog's Head Bar."

Kirk was not frightened by the threat. He lay down on the back of the sofa: "I have to say, Boss Aberforth, your threat is completely ineffective to me. If it wasn't to accompany Hagrid, I would rather go to the nearby restaurant." The Three Broomsticks."

Aberforth's eyes flashed dangerously.

But Kirk changed the topic: "However, I am very curious about what you just said about the second dean who was kicked out of the Pig's Head Bar. Who was the first? If you can tell me, I think I would be happy to Talk to you."

Seeing that Kirk was not a pushover, Aberforth thought for a moment: "In 1980, I threw that kid named Snape out of the bar. At that time, he was eavesdropping on something he shouldn't know. Things; that brat actually became the Head of Slytherin, haha, things are unpredictable."

Snape?Kirk was a little surprised. He thought that among the three deans, the one most likely to be thrown out of the Pig's Head Bar was Professor Flitwick; of course, it was not that he was the smallest and most likely to be thrown out, but because he was the most likely to be thrown out of the four deans. Among them, they like to drink the most and like wizard duels. They are most likely to get into fights with others in bars after drinking.

"It is said that bats have very developed hearing. I don't understand why Professor Snape is eavesdropping in the bar. He can hear the sounds here while sitting in the Hogwarts office."

Kirk chuckled, but Aberforth didn't seem to understand the joke. He stared at Kirk, wanting to know the answer.

The scene was a bit cold, and Kirk suppressed his smile: "Although I don't know who the little girl is or what her name is...but I did see her in an ordinary oil painting in Principal Dumbledore's bedroom."

"Ariana, his name is Ariana Dumbledore, she is my sister!" Aberforth raised his voice: "It seems that my brother still remembers the stupid things he did!"

Something stupid you’ve done?Could it be?

"Ariana, she..."

Aberforth nodded, but didn't want to say anything more; he lowered his guard slightly. There were only three people in the world who could still remember Ariana. Since Kirk learned about it from Dumbledore, Then it is unlikely that it is the subordinate of the third person.

When Kirk heard that the little girl had passed away, he also figured out something.

When he first came to this world, Dumbledore had a great reaction to the "resurrection" he mentioned; he didn't think there was any problem at the time, but now...

"Boss Aberforth, I guess...your brother may have been looking for a way to resurrect Ariana..."

Kirk hesitated before saying this, but he still said it; because there are many reasons for people to fall in this world, among which the pursuit of eternal life and the pursuit of resurrection from the dead account for most of them.

Kirk doesn't want Dumbledore to go to that point. The "greatest white wizard of our time" falling into darkness is definitely something that no one wants to see; what's more, Kirk has a very good impression of Dumbledore.

But Aberforth didn't look surprised: "He's always like this. He thinks he can do anything and don't worry about him. Resurrection? Who does he think he is? Merlin?"

"Actually...he is very close. Why do you think he came to me?"

He frowned and looked at Kirk. He didn't believe Kirk's statement. Once upon a time, he was crazy about resurrection magic, but he found nothing. He didn't even see the slightest hope. However, the luck in his eyes still made him There is hope in it.

This look was too familiar to Kirk. He had experienced war for many years and was used to seeing life and death. Every time he came back from the front line, he could see this look at the memorial ceremony. It was a desire for life.

But the hope in Aberforth's eyes almost flashed. Unlike his brother, he was forthright and no longer limited to the past. Over the years, he had long accepted the fact that his sister had passed away; his disagreement with his brother was more of a Dissatisfaction with character and conduct.

He doubted Kirk's words, but he still decided to go to Hogwarts tomorrow. After all, there are two different things between groping without hope and going crazy after seeing hope.

"I think I already know what I want to know. I'll buy the wine today." Aberforth stood up. He didn't want to talk to Kirk anymore. There were some things he wanted to hear from Dumbledore. .

Kirk knew that he was seeing off guests, and had said what he should say, and had no reason to stay. He picked up the half glass of beer on the coffee table, got up from the sofa, and was about to go out when he saw the small nest next to the fireplace. Here, the little lamb stood up shakily and limped towards Kirk.

The poor little guy, Kirk squatted down and let it lick the back of his hand with its little tongue; one of the lamb's front legs was bent at a weird angle and was probably broken.

After half a semester, Kirk had already learned Madam Pomfrey's method of dealing with bone injuries; he picked up the lamb, used the Holy Light to correct its front legs back to normal, and then put a small knife on it. Small healing techniques.

After carrying the lamb back to its nest, Kirk left the living room.

Aberforth didn't speak from beginning to end. He watched Kirk finish all the processing and leave. Looking at the sleeping lamb in the den, he suddenly felt that he should go to Hogwarts now.

Walking to Ariana's portrait, he gently touched the frame, and then the portrait opened from the side, revealing a dark passage behind it.

Returning to the bar hall, Kirk was stunned for a while before he remembered that he was hanging around the bar just to stare at Quirrell.

Where is Quirrell?

Kirk looked at the card table and found that everyone had dispersed there, leaving Hagrid sitting there drunkenly, holding something in his arms, a little nervous, but also a little excited.

Seeing Kirk walking out of the inner room, he stood up in a hurry and kicked his coat tightly: "Dean Kirk, let's go back."

Seeing Hagrid's nervousness, Kirk knew that something must be wrong with him, but the bar was obviously not the place to talk about things, so he followed Hagrid out.

After leaving the Zhutoutou Bar, it was completely dark outside, and I could only rely on the lights hanging outside the shop to see the road.

Hagrid did not speak immediately. After the two of them walked to the path between Hogsmeade Village and Hogwarts, he opened his coat under Kirk's faint holy light.

Inside was a round black giant egg. It was no exaggeration to call it a giant egg. Even when Hagrid was holding it in his arms, he didn't feel how small it was.

"Dragon egg, Dean Kirk! This is the dragon egg! I just won it playing cards!"

Hagrid showed the illegal dragon egg to Kirk without much hesitation. On the one hand, he knew that Kirk would definitely ask about it, and he was not good at keeping secrets. On the other hand, he also knew that Kirk was a very good person. A loyal gentleman, between friends and the law, he will choose friends without hesitation.

Hagrid seemed very happy. Raising a dragon was his dream. Kirk had known it for a long time. After all, Hagrid was not a very strict person. As long as it was not an important matter, he could not help but talk about it.

Kirk was not surprised. There were not many things that could make Hagrid both embarrassed and happy; but as for the origin of this thing, Kirk needed to ask clearly:

"Who did you win it from? A black-robed, hooded wizard? Well... he went to the card table after you."

Hagrid thought for a while, but didn't think of much: "Those wizards all wore the same clothes, but he should have gone after me. Dean Kirk, do you know him?"

Kirk shook his head. He was basically sure that the guy who lost Hagrid's egg was Quirrell, but he was not prepared to tell the truth to Hagrid in case Hagrid alerted the enemy.

"How did he know you liked dragons?" Kirk asked calmly.

Hagrid was probably too drunk. After pulling his coat back up, he stumbled and almost fell. After regaining his balance, he said vaguely:

"He asked me what I did and I told him I was a gamekeeper here... and he asked a little bit more about the animals I look after... and I told him... and then I said I I have always wanted a dragon..."

Having said this, Hagrid burped, put his hand into his arms and touched the dragon egg, and then continued:

"Later... I can't remember clearly, he kept buying me drinks... Let me think about it... By the way, later he said he had a dragon egg in his hand, if I wanted , we can play cards and bet... But he has to find out whether I have the ability to deal with this dragon. He doesn't want the dragon to run out and cause trouble... So I told him, I don't even care about Lu Wei. You have to be obedient, a dragon is nothing at all..."

Kirk interrupted: "Lu Wei? What is that?"

Hagrid patted his chest and said quite proudly: "The three-headed dog I raised cannot be dealt with by ordinary people, but I can make it docile!"

Three-headed dog...Kirk had heard of this animal before, when Professor Snape asked him to help him treat his leg injury. He said: How can you keep an eye on three heads at the same time?

Thinking about it, Lu Wei is the guardian of the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell's purpose is obviously the Philosopher's Stone.