Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Aberforth put the poison in the inner room, and when he came out, he saw Soul still standing leisurely in front of the counter, playing with the gold galleons.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Soul pushed the gold Galleons into the bag, shook it slightly, listened to the crisp sound of the gold Galleons in the bag, and looked into Aberforth's blue eyes.

"Let's talk, sir."

"I don't think I have anything to talk about with a young wizard who's still at school."

Aberforth, who had made a deal with Soul, was in a good mood. It seemed that he could make some gold galleons after selling this half-pint of fresh venom.

He turned to the bar, reached out and took out an open flat wine bottle from the cabinet at the back, unscrewed the cap and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Unless you still have business to talk to me about? Tsk..."

"Aren't you curious who suggested that I come to you?" Suer said slowly.

"Many people know me, and this is the first time I heard someone say that I am a man of his word." Aberforth leaned on the bar leisurely, took a sip of the tawny wine, and sneered.

"I'm curious as to who gave me such a compliment, which makes me a little flattered."

"Yes---" Suer said softly, "Arianna."

"Clang..." The glass wine glass in Aberforth's hand fell down and hit the bar. The unfinished wine fell on the wooden floor with a "tick" sound.

This name is Aberforth. Oh no, it is also taboo for Albus. He has not heard this name from other people for an unknown number of years.

Aberforth's breathing gradually became heavier. At this moment, the door of the Pig's Head Bar was pulled open, making a "squeaking" sound.

But Aberforth yelled without looking back, 'No business, no alcohol, get out.' '

From the corner of his eye, Soul saw the man who had just come in, wearing a black robe and hiding himself under the cloak. His face could not be seen clearly, and he immediately exited the bar after Aberforth's roar.

The door was blown by the wind, and with a long "squeak", it closed heavily again.

The bar returned to the way it was before, with only the sound of drinks dripping to the floor.

"You..." Aberforth swallowed, looking at Sur without blinking, his voice trembling slightly, "Who did you just say?"

Soul looked at Aberforth's face, which looked very similar to Albus Dumbledore's except for the lack of glasses and the wanton beard.

"Ariana Dumbledore, sir."

Aberforth took a breath of air and his whole face began to turn red. "Where did you know this name? Did Albus tell you? Did it?"

"How dare he, how dare he?!" Aberforth shook his head repeatedly, his voice shaking from his throat, and he tried hard to suppress the anger underneath his voice.

Soul put his hand into the wizard's robe and held the wand secretly. He was really worried that the man with red eyes in front of him would suddenly give it to him impulsively.

After a while, Aberforth took a deep breath and closed his eyes, with a look of pain on his face, and waved his hand.

"Go away, go away, I don't care where you know this name. Don't talk about her in front of anyone!"

"You seem to have misunderstood, sir." Soul loosened his hand on the wand, "Professor Dumbledore has never told me about Ariana."

Aberforth opened his eyes. In his blue eyes, there was a mixture of pain and loneliness, but also a hint of expectation.

"Then where...are you from..."

"I haven't seen or heard anything about Ariana from other places." Suhr breathed out lightly, "Ariana Dumbledore told me! herself!"

"In person? In person?" Aberforth shook his head vigorously, "It's impossible, it's impossible, I know..."

"Yes, there is another possibility...ghost...but why, it doesn't make sense, after so many years..."

Aberforth murmured to himself, and then as if he had figured something out, he grabbed Soul's shoulders with force, and pressed forward across the bar. The pain in his eyes was swept away, and he was full of excitement. and uneasiness.

"Where is she? Tell me, tell me..."

"Is it Hogwarts? Isn't it? She has always been in the castle. Tell me where to find her..."

"please!"

Soul couldn't help but frown. Aberforth's hand held his shoulder too hard, but Aberforth didn't notice it and looked at Soul eagerly.

"Please calm down, sir!"

"Oh...hehe, sorry...sorry..." Aberforth finally realized that he was too emotional, loosened his paws, and lovingly stroked Soul's wrinkled wizard robe.

"Where did you see Ariana? How is she doing since she became a ghost?"

ghost?When had I ever said that Ariana had become a ghost?

Sur frowned, faced Aberforth's expectant eyes like a child, and shook his head.

"Ariana she's not a ghost."

"Then..." Aberforth's eyes dimmed for a moment, like a child who lost the candy he was looking forward to, and then regained his brightness in an instant.

No, what the little wizard in front of him said was what Arianna told him personally. Aberforth knew the meaning of the word personally.

This means that the little wizard in front of her must have met Arianna.

"I wonder if sir, have you ever heard of the illusion, or the dying realm?" Suer asked softly.

"Illusion?" Aberforth looked confused. "The dying realm? Where is that place? How can I get there?"

"As far as I know, ordinary wizards can't get there." Suer shook his head.

"No, then how did you get there?" Aberforth calmed down a little at this time, and his IQ regained its high ground, "You saw Arianna there, that means there must be some way Go there.”

"Can you tell me the circumstances before and after you appeared there?"

"Actually, I've been there twice and met Arianna twice." Sule nodded and said, facing Aberforth's clear and bright eyes, "There is indeed a way."

"I actually have a guess."

"Tell me! I can give it a try." Aberforth blinked, "Don't look at me like this, I'm Dumbledore!"

"I survived Avada Kedavra twice." Sur blinked.

"Maybe the wizard can't go there until he's close to death."

"So I guess---"

"Unless you survived Avada Kedavra once..."