Chapter 319 Coupling
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
The residents of Hogsmeade seemed to be familiar with the existence of the patrol, and the movements just now did not turn on the lights in other houses.At this time, everyone knows that one thing more is worse than one thing less.
"Okay, I'm gone." The only voice in the room was the bar owner.
The invisibility cloak was lifted, and several people cautiously looked around like turtles just hatched. When they saw the man sitting on the chair, Harry was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Just when a few people were a little dazed, the man held a glass of freshly poured butterbeer and said casually: "Okay, I know that I am a bit like my brother. Of course you know him, heh, the greatest white wizard." There was no trace of respect for the greatest White Wizard in his tone.
"You are Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's younger brother." Hermione first pointed out the man's identity, which was not difficult for her, just to see Rita Skye Dumbledore can know that he also has a younger brother from his previous reports to Dumbledore.
Aberforth shook the wine glass in his hand, staring at the shaken foam, "Just call me Aberforth, the latter sentence is unnecessary."
He didn't seem to want this unpleasant self-introduction to last too long, and suddenly changed his expression, looking a little annoyed:
"I really don't know what you people think, can't you really see the situation outside?"
He pointed out, and the thick and greasy curtains completely covered the window:
"The Order of the Phoenix is over, the mysterious man has achieved his goal, everyone can accept their fate and accept the rule of the Dark Lord!"
Harry didn't agree with every word he said, he couldn't help but interrupted: "Have you given up resisting?"
I saw Aberforth spread his hands, "Yes, don't I look like this?" His face was teased, and he said in a low voice: "Are you still planning to carry out my brother's plan seriously? .”
The current situation of the Order of the Phoenix is indeed a bit delicate.They don't have a clear leader, and they don't get together for a few meetings to discuss future plans.They have been busy, and everything is according to the plan Dumbledore left behind.
Perhaps this is the ability of the greatest white wizard, allowing such a group of elite wizards with a very rebellious spirit to carry out his orders unconditionally, even if he is not around.Many times Harry also asked himself why he believed in Dumbledore so firmly, but the subconscious in his heart always told him that he was right to do so.
"Those are all plans to deal with mysterious people. We all believe in Professor Dumbledore. He never..."
"Liar!" Aberforth interrupted Harry roughly. "Are you sure he's telling you the truth? Are you sure he's not hiding anything from you? At least he never told you about his There is also a younger brother who runs a tavern!"
Harry stared at the same pair of eyes that were also staring at him. He tried desperately to find Dumbledore's appearance in them, but the contempt in the eyes told him mercilessly what was the truth, and Harry panicked.
The atmosphere became less harmonious. At this time, girls, perhaps especially Hermione, were always good at breaking through such situations, such as using methods of changing the subject.
"Who is that, your sister? Arianna?" Hermione looked at the portrait of the woman on the wall.The woman in the portrait is very young and can be described as a girl.She always has an inexplicable smile, just like the Mona Lisa hidden in the Louvre. I don't know what is hidden in the smile, but it can make people feel at ease.
The age of the portrait and the surrounding mottled walls, coupled with Aberforth's cloudy gaze, seems to be telling a dusty story, and the narrator is also the experiencer.
Hermione's method was very effective, and Aberforth no longer looked like an old guy whose lawn had been destroyed, and he didn't want to startle the beautiful people in the cartoon.
"Yes, she is Arianna. What a good age, if not only seen in paintings. She likes my brother very much, and my brother gave her everything, until a person named Grindelwald appeared later, He hit it off with my brother, and in his words, met someone with the same mission. My brother was bent on achieving the greater good, and he snubbed Ariana. We finally had an argument, and even moved the magic wand later. A Cruciatus Curse and another fell on Ariana. She must have tried to dissuade us, but... no one knows what wand that spell came from, but my brother insists that he killed Ariana. He blames himself, even after becoming the greatest White Wizard."
Aberforth gave up arguing with Harry, and he told the dusty story in a very flat tone, because the story had already been recalled countless times in his heart.All the sadness and regret have become the precipitation of the years, intoxicating thousands of times in a certain night.
"You still have time to repent." He said to the girl in the painting, "You know what to do." After speaking, he got into the room, leaving the four of them to look at each other.
The girl in the painting turned around and walked deeper into the painting and gradually disappeared, and the few people didn't research any way.
"What should we do next?" Harry felt that Mr. Dumbledore was refusing to help them.
"It's good to just wait, it's not like giving up resistance for us to relieve the patrol team in the middle of the night." Hermione said in a low voice, she seemed very confident in her judgment.
Ron suddenly pointed at the portrait and said, "Look, she's back, and there seems to be something behind her."
Several people stared at the painting carefully, and there was indeed a figure at the end of the path in the painting, and there seemed to be something behind this figure.
They took a few steps back vigilantly, and Harry was even more worried: "Could he be tipping off the Death Eaters!"
When the girl in the painting returned to the original place, the back of the frame suddenly creaked open like a door, revealing a dark passage.
A person emerged from the passage, and when they saw his appearance, everyone was surprised at first, and then couldn't believe it.
"My God, Neville, what's wrong with you!" Ron exaggerated.
The person who came was Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor, but how could he still look like the timid little fat man he used to be?He has lost a lot of weight, and he can faintly see that there is a lot of tendons under his clothes. His resolute cropped hair and the small scar on his face make him look like a young man with a lot of vigor.
"Okay, I'm gone." The only voice in the room was the bar owner.
The invisibility cloak was lifted, and several people cautiously looked around like turtles just hatched. When they saw the man sitting on the chair, Harry was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Just when a few people were a little dazed, the man held a glass of freshly poured butterbeer and said casually: "Okay, I know that I am a bit like my brother. Of course you know him, heh, the greatest white wizard." There was no trace of respect for the greatest White Wizard in his tone.
"You are Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's younger brother." Hermione first pointed out the man's identity, which was not difficult for her, just to see Rita Skye Dumbledore can know that he also has a younger brother from his previous reports to Dumbledore.
Aberforth shook the wine glass in his hand, staring at the shaken foam, "Just call me Aberforth, the latter sentence is unnecessary."
He didn't seem to want this unpleasant self-introduction to last too long, and suddenly changed his expression, looking a little annoyed:
"I really don't know what you people think, can't you really see the situation outside?"
He pointed out, and the thick and greasy curtains completely covered the window:
"The Order of the Phoenix is over, the mysterious man has achieved his goal, everyone can accept their fate and accept the rule of the Dark Lord!"
Harry didn't agree with every word he said, he couldn't help but interrupted: "Have you given up resisting?"
I saw Aberforth spread his hands, "Yes, don't I look like this?" His face was teased, and he said in a low voice: "Are you still planning to carry out my brother's plan seriously? .”
The current situation of the Order of the Phoenix is indeed a bit delicate.They don't have a clear leader, and they don't get together for a few meetings to discuss future plans.They have been busy, and everything is according to the plan Dumbledore left behind.
Perhaps this is the ability of the greatest white wizard, allowing such a group of elite wizards with a very rebellious spirit to carry out his orders unconditionally, even if he is not around.Many times Harry also asked himself why he believed in Dumbledore so firmly, but the subconscious in his heart always told him that he was right to do so.
"Those are all plans to deal with mysterious people. We all believe in Professor Dumbledore. He never..."
"Liar!" Aberforth interrupted Harry roughly. "Are you sure he's telling you the truth? Are you sure he's not hiding anything from you? At least he never told you about his There is also a younger brother who runs a tavern!"
Harry stared at the same pair of eyes that were also staring at him. He tried desperately to find Dumbledore's appearance in them, but the contempt in the eyes told him mercilessly what was the truth, and Harry panicked.
The atmosphere became less harmonious. At this time, girls, perhaps especially Hermione, were always good at breaking through such situations, such as using methods of changing the subject.
"Who is that, your sister? Arianna?" Hermione looked at the portrait of the woman on the wall.The woman in the portrait is very young and can be described as a girl.She always has an inexplicable smile, just like the Mona Lisa hidden in the Louvre. I don't know what is hidden in the smile, but it can make people feel at ease.
The age of the portrait and the surrounding mottled walls, coupled with Aberforth's cloudy gaze, seems to be telling a dusty story, and the narrator is also the experiencer.
Hermione's method was very effective, and Aberforth no longer looked like an old guy whose lawn had been destroyed, and he didn't want to startle the beautiful people in the cartoon.
"Yes, she is Arianna. What a good age, if not only seen in paintings. She likes my brother very much, and my brother gave her everything, until a person named Grindelwald appeared later, He hit it off with my brother, and in his words, met someone with the same mission. My brother was bent on achieving the greater good, and he snubbed Ariana. We finally had an argument, and even moved the magic wand later. A Cruciatus Curse and another fell on Ariana. She must have tried to dissuade us, but... no one knows what wand that spell came from, but my brother insists that he killed Ariana. He blames himself, even after becoming the greatest White Wizard."
Aberforth gave up arguing with Harry, and he told the dusty story in a very flat tone, because the story had already been recalled countless times in his heart.All the sadness and regret have become the precipitation of the years, intoxicating thousands of times in a certain night.
"You still have time to repent." He said to the girl in the painting, "You know what to do." After speaking, he got into the room, leaving the four of them to look at each other.
The girl in the painting turned around and walked deeper into the painting and gradually disappeared, and the few people didn't research any way.
"What should we do next?" Harry felt that Mr. Dumbledore was refusing to help them.
"It's good to just wait, it's not like giving up resistance for us to relieve the patrol team in the middle of the night." Hermione said in a low voice, she seemed very confident in her judgment.
Ron suddenly pointed at the portrait and said, "Look, she's back, and there seems to be something behind her."
Several people stared at the painting carefully, and there was indeed a figure at the end of the path in the painting, and there seemed to be something behind this figure.
They took a few steps back vigilantly, and Harry was even more worried: "Could he be tipping off the Death Eaters!"
When the girl in the painting returned to the original place, the back of the frame suddenly creaked open like a door, revealing a dark passage.
A person emerged from the passage, and when they saw his appearance, everyone was surprised at first, and then couldn't believe it.
"My God, Neville, what's wrong with you!" Ron exaggerated.
The person who came was Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor, but how could he still look like the timid little fat man he used to be?He has lost a lot of weight, and he can faintly see that there is a lot of tendons under his clothes. His resolute cropped hair and the small scar on his face make him look like a young man with a lot of vigor.
