Popular Web NovelsChapter 572 Lunch at the Pig's Head BarChapter 572 Lunch at the Pig's Head Bar
"[Tear apart]"
"Bang!!"
The wooden back door of the Pig's Head Bar was blown open, and the accumulated dirt was The weathered sand and gravel raised smoke and dust all over the sky. Two figures in cloaks and hoods jumped out. After rolling around a few times, they dodged dozens of colorful magic beams and stumbled towards the depths of the alley. go.
"[Tornado Cleanup]"
When Umbridge, who was chasing after her, cleared her field of vision, she saw only a black shadow that disappeared in a hurry. The artificial smile on her face slowly fell, and gradually became cold and stern. "A team ambush two people and they can escape." They are really a bunch of useless guys. I will definitely report it to Minister Fudge and strictly investigate the responsibility of your Auror office!"
Everyone in the Auror team looked a little ugly. The team leader glanced at her and lowered his voice. She protested: "Ms. Umbridge, these two people are by no means ordinary dark wizards. They just released the killing curse at the first moment... We..."
The other team members looked at Umbridge. Richie's eyes were a little angry. According to the Auror training manual, they should make a sneak attack when the dark wizards were distracted from inquiring about information, control and arrest the two dark wizards and bring them back to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation. As a result, this pink toad wanted to show off in advance. The identity of everyone was exposed, which led to the ambush being exposed...
What's more, the two angered dark wizards were ruthless, calling them directly with the unforgivable curse, and they were asked to stay alive. They were caught off guard and faced each other head-on. Not reducing staff is already the result of tacit cooperation and excellent personal strength.
"If you have anything to say, please go back to the ministry and explain it. Now, catch up with me!"
Umbridge's sharp voice was slightly ferocious, "Even if it's two corpses, you have to bring them back to the Ministry of Magic!"
"Yes, ma'am!" The members of the Auror team felt cold and turned to the two bodies. The dark wizard chased him in the direction where he disappeared.
"..."
Umbridge glanced back at the messy bar, snorted coldly, straightened her pink scarf, and stepped on her hard-soled leather shoes. Gone far.
The guests in the bar had already escaped when the two parties started fighting. They didn't know when the money they owed for today's drinks would be repaid. The bartender slowly waved his wand to restore the back door to its original appearance. There was a sound coming from the nearby street. Amidst the mutterings, the worker in the shop next door stretched his head to look around, and sighed with some disappointment: Why don't you take the opportunity to renovate it...
Most of the candles in the tavern were extinguished by the strong wind caused by the spell, leaving only a solitary candle head flickering with light. Next to the dilapidated and dirty bar with sawdust scattered, a rickety wooden staircase led to the entrance. Upstairs, the landing leads to the living room, which is covered with shabby carpets and a large magical portrait hangs above the small fireplace. It depicts a young blonde girl looking into the room with a gentle smile.
"Arianna..."
Dumbledore looked at the blonde girl in the portrait crazily, his blue eyes misty, just when he wanted to say something , there was suddenly a burst of heavy footsteps behind him.
"Oh, what brought you, a busy man, here, respected Principal Dumbledore...my dear brother!?"
The bar owner walked into the room, He roughly locked the door and glared at him angrily. He walked to the portrait in front of the fireplace and stretched out his hand to pull up the curtain on the frame. Looking at the slightly frowning girl on the canvas, his voice became gentle and said, "Be good, You know where to find a quiet place to sleep for a while, it's going to be noisy tonight."
The blond girl looked at the two of them fondly for several times, then slowly withdrew her gaze and walked along a tunnel painted behind her.
Dumbledore watched her slender figure move further and further away, and finally disappeared completely into the background of the portrait. Then he took a deep breath and turned to look at the bar owner, his blood brother. , said softly: "Aberforth, long time no see..."
Aberforth's appearance is very similar to him. His hair has not completely turned silver, but is like strands of metal wires. Gray, wearing old round glasses, the gaps in the frames are accumulated with dirt that can be seen everywhere in bars, the lenses are also dirty, with fingerprints from thumbs, stains left by lard and sweat mixed with dust , but none of these can cover up those bright and sharp eyes, glowing with dark blue light.
Aberforth's face was expressionless, but the slightly bulging masseter muscle proved that he had clenched his back molars: "The following performance is wonderful, isn't it? Mr. Albus Dumbledore has another What great plan? Is it for a greater benefit or something else..."
Dumbledore didn't care, and even had a slight smile on his face. They had not completely broken off contact. , he still understands the character of his younger brother, who is rough and weird on the surface, but twists and turns inside like a maze, and even he himself can't figure it out.
He didn't say anything, but took out his wand and looked around, lighting the lamps in the room. Then he bent down to light the fire. When the room became bright and warm, he raised his head and used his ashes-covered hand to light the fire. He rubbed his beard with his hand: "Is there anything to eat here... Well, I'm a little hungry..."
Aberforth gave him a cold look, turned around and walked out of the room. After a moment, he was carrying a The tray of food came back, with a large loaf of bread, slices of cheese, and a jug of mead.
"Our store does not accept credit."
"Of course..."
The two sat down at a small table in front of the fireplace, and Dumbledore said again regardless of his posture. The sound of eating and drinking, chewing and swallowing was even a little rough.
Aberforth was unmoved. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and pushed it on the table. It was about the same size as a picture of a chocolate frog. On it was a sketch of a blond boy perched on the window sill, with an attitude like a frog. Big Bird, the young man raised his eyes and looked over, a joyful smile blooming on his handsome face.
"It couldn't be more familiar, right? The bartender just gave it to me..." Aberforth finally put away his prickly attack posture and said in a relatively calm tone, "Decades There are not many wizards left in the world who have seen this face. They are either lying in a coffin or too old to move. They are all hiding in their homes. No wonder they can't find it..."
Dumbledore did not speak. He was concentrating on sandwiching cheese with bread and stuffing a large mouthful into his mouth. He almost choked and drank half a glass of mead before swallowing it down.
Aberforth glanced at him: "I know that the rumors clarified in the newspapers are true. You are not an old fool. Voldemort has really been resurrected and is preparing to make a comeback. These two A dark wizard was ordered by him... But I don't understand why they want to find Green..."
Dumbledore swallowed the last piece of bread and exhaled a long breath: "You don't have to worry about this. , Aberforth, I——"
"Can you solve all problems?" Aberforth stared at him fiercely, his lips moving, as if he was chewing on the words he was holding back, until the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart completely burst out, "You have always been like this ! Self-righteous! You learned to keep secrets when you were on your mother's knee. You thought you were taking care of me, right?"
The two pairs of blue eyes echoed in the living room on the second floor of the pub. Their eyes were surprisingly similar, they were all looking at each other, their sharp and oppressive gazes seemed to penetrate into people's hearts.
"Just like you thought you were taking care of Ariana decades ago, you always thought you were taking care of this family. In fact, Ariana is more worried about your brother!" Aberforth stood. Standing up, her tall figure cast a long shadow, and her expression looked a little ferocious because of the severe pain. "She saw clearly that you were unwilling to be trapped in Godric's Hollow, so she agreed to go out with you regardless of her own health. Traveling, she feels sorry for your brother, how about you?" Dumbledore was obviously stunned for a moment, pursed his lips but said nothing.
Aberforth closed his eyes in pain, clenched his slightly trembling hands into fists, turned and left, leaving only one sentence full of disappointment: "Selfish guy, he has always been like this. Look!"
"..."
Dumbledore was silent for a long time before he came back to his senses. He slowly lowered his head, looked at the pictures on the small table, and murmured softly.
"Gellert...Grindelwald..."
...
Hogwarts, deep in the Forbidden Forest.
Abnormally, a relatively flat open space appeared in the dense forest. The nearby tree trunks were broken off in a brutal and brutal way, leaving only low tree stumps and the stones embedded in the soil were dug up. After they came out, they cleaned up and built a rough stone house. It was said to be a stone house, but in fact it was almost as big as a tower. Except for the thatch on the ground, there was no furniture in the house.
Smoke is lingering in front of the stone house, and the aroma of barbecue floats with the breeze in the woods. The bones of the lamb are piled aside, and the muscles are not very clean, but the hound Yaya lying next to it can only look at the bones. Whining in a low voice, the whining sound was full of grievance.
Its stomach was slightly bloated and painful, and it really couldn't eat at all.
"Ah..." Ron let out a sigh of relief, lay down on a flat stone, and patted his bulging belly, "I'm so full..."
The giant Grawp not far away understood half of what he heard, scratched his head, lay down in a decent manner, patted his belly and made a roar like thunder, "Eat up... eat up..."
Harry rubbed his ears that were tight from the shock, and his expression was a little stiff. Hagrid's giant brother seemed different from what he expected. He was not easy to get along with, but he was much better than the fire dragon. He didn't know what to do. Why did you persuade Hagrid?
Next to him, Hagrid was packing up the grill and seasonings, his hands moving slowly. He looked at Harry and then at Grawp, with the corners of his grin never closing.
Loren didn't really care what they thought. Principal Dumbledore approved it anyway, and he didn't want to meddle in their own business. He stretched lazily, found a comfortable position, rested his head on Hermione's lap, and did not sleep, only looking up at the little witch.
Hermione felt a little shy and stretched out a hand to cover his eyes, blocking his appraising gaze.
"..."
So tender and smooth.
Loren slowly closed his eyes, and the dim light gradually fell between the girl's fingers. He asked casually: "Harry, Ron, how was the result of your Quidditch selection yesterday?" ?"
Ron became energetic when he mentioned Quidditch, and replied happily: "I am already the vice-captain of the team, can't I still choose a goalkeeper? Let me tell you, that Michaela? Gen missed five balls, which is far behind me!"
"The gap between you was not obvious in the third grade. It must be because he hasn't practiced this year, so his Quidditch skills are rusty. "Harry shook his head, very much like a starting seeker, "Not only did the goalkeepers be selected to fill the vacancy due to Wood's graduation, but also many substitute players were recruited because of Angelina, George and Fred. The main players will graduate this year, so prepare in advance to avoid being in a hurry next year..."
"Time flies so fast..." Loren didn't pay attention to what he was talking about.
...
The Ministry of Magic building was no longer as busy as usual on weekends. About half of the staff were on vacation. The empty foyer and corridor seemed a little deserted. Umbridge stepped out of the green flames and stepped into the golden The elevator, accompanied by the clatter of chains, reached the minister's office on the top floor.
When she was standing in front of the door and was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, Umbridge suddenly noticed that the sleeves of her precious pink coat were a little dull. She looked at the wool on the cuffs and found that it was stained with a little ash. A trace of displeasure flashed under his drooped eyelids.
Taking out the small mirror in her handbag and spending a few minutes arranging her appearance, Umbridge smiled with an exaggerated arc and knocked on the door.
Pushing the door open, a familiar figure was sitting at his desk. Minister Cornelius Fudge raised his head and asked directly without any politeness: "How is the investigation? Have you found out the identities of those people?" "
Umbridge first glanced at the corner of the room. In the brightly lit room, there was nowhere to hide the figure of Bertha Jorkins, assistant to the minister. She lowered her head and scratched the cracks in the floor with her toes. It seems that not only his memory is bad, but his IQ is also problematic.
A trace of ridicule flashed in Umbridge's eyes, she pretended to hesitate for a few seconds, and replied in a sweet voice: "The Auror team's negligence caused them to escape. It is not certain that they are related to Dumbledore." Does it matter?"
"Dumbledore?" Fudge was obviously stunned.
"Yes, Dumbledore." Umbridge looked at him secretly, "A dark wizard with suspicious behavior and cruel methods appeared near Hogwarts. How can we be sure that this is related to Dumbledore?" It doesn't matter to Bledo, and Hogwarts has rejected the supervision reform of the Ministry of Magic. Who knows what... conspiracy they are planning? "
"This... this..." Fudge hesitated, although Deng Bumbledore stood on his opposite side, but he knew clearly that Dumbledore would never associate with the dark wizard.
"Don't worry, Minister, we will not wrongly accuse any good person, and we will not let any dark wizard go..." Umbridge slowed down her speech, with a confusing tone, "It's just that this requires a thorough investigation. , an investigation into Hogwarts."
The candle burned calmly in front of the desk in the minister's office, and there was a faint fire coming from the fireplace, illuminating Minister Fudge's slightly widened eyes. eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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