Chapter 428 I’m sure Ariana was kidnapped

Newt and Tina were busy in the kitchen, and the aroma from the pots filled the air, intertwining with the warm atmosphere of Christmas. Their hands shuttled between the ingredients, like a pair of tacit dancers, weaving together the prelude to the dinner.

At this time, Rolf's shout came from the living room, and they looked at "Santa Claus" curiously.

"Albus? Aberforth?" There was a trace of confusion in Newt's voice. He cast his eyes on the unexpected guest and muttered in his heart: "Has the relationship between the two brothers been restored?"

Aberforth rushed into the kitchen, his face full of anxiety, eager to know the answer.

"Newt, has the cure for the Obscurus been successful?" His voice was almost trembling, and he even held Newt's hand.

Newt frowned slightly, his eyes meeting Tina's, and they understood each other without words.

Tina smiled softly, breaking the tense atmosphere: "Xiao Luofu and I went to buy some candies." The voice was very brisk, as if she was making an insignificant decision.

Rolf was reluctantly pulled away by his grandmother. His little eyes were fixed on the white beards of the two old wizards, wondering why they were so long.

Dumbledore watched them off, then looked at Newt and said apologetically: "I'm sorry to disturb you on Christmas. Isn't that sunny and cheerful young man enrolled in school yet?"

Newt pushed Aberforth's hand away, brought two cups of black tea, and said with a smile: "Rolf is so lively that it gives me a headache. He won't go to Ilvermorny until next year."

"That's a magic school that's not inferior to Hogwarts." Dumbledore's words were full of admiration, "Their sorting ceremony is very unique."

"Actually, I thought about letting him go to Hogwarts." There was a hint of regret in Newt's voice, and his eyes flickered between Aberforth and Dumbledore.

Aberforth's face was full of impatience, and he did not answer Obscurus' question. Instead, he sat opposite Dumbledore and continued the casual chat: "Hogwarts is a place full of legends and magic for Rolf. But he was born in the United States and could not receive the owl delivery. Admission notice.”

Dumbledore listened quietly, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through Newt's mind. As Newt's old friend and the headmaster of Hogwarts, even though the Book of Access does not have Rolf Scamander's name. He could also pick up the pen of acceptance himself and have the owl deliver the notice.

Scamander chose the American Magic School for his grandson, perhaps out of grudge about being expelled from the school, or perhaps out of consideration for his family. Regardless, he respects their decision.

The atmosphere in the living room gradually became quiet, except for the rhythmic ticking of the pendulum clock on the wall, which seemed to be beating the silence.

Aberforth asked bluntly: "Newt, has anyone asked you to treat the Obscurus recently?" There was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Newt shook his head slightly and looked at them in confusion: "Albus, did the Obscurus appear again?"

"Yes... and no." Dumbledore considered the words, as if looking for the most suitable way of expression: "Grindelwald is carrying out a dangerous operation, and he may want to bring an Obscurus from the last century. "

Grindelwald and the Obscurus remind Newt of what happened in the past.

"Last century?" He tapped his chin lightly with his fingers, leaning back unconsciously, as if thinking about the far-reaching impact of this news.

"Is he going to carry out that plan again? Credence..." Newt's voice echoed in the living room, with a hint of heaviness, and the name he mentioned seemed to reveal a sealed past.

Credence, this name is both painful and regretful for Aberforth. Newt's eyes were full of apology, and he knew the pain in Aberforth's heart.

"The Obscurus is indeed powerful, but its body keeps collapsing after being parasitized." Newt's voice was full of helplessness as he described Credence's short and tragic life, "If it weren't for the blood of the Dumbledore family, I'm afraid he won't live to be ten."

"Grindelwald is over a hundred years old. Is he going to find a doll under ten years old in the last century and start a magical war again?"

"Not ten." Aberforth corrected solemnly, with unquestionable firmness in his voice: "Fourteen."

"What!" Newt looked at the two of them in surprise, his eyes moving back and forth between Aberforth and Dumbledore, trying to understand this new information.

So far, the only Obscurus wizards in the wizarding world who can live beyond the age of ten are members of the Dumbledore family.

Newt conducted research while treating Credence's collapsed body, and speculated that it was because of the Phoenix contract that the Dumbledore family's bloodline had vitality that was different from ordinary people.

One thought after another flashed through his mind, and he gradually pieced together the true intention of their visit.

"What you mean is that he is looking for a certain member of your family." Newt recalled the conversation at the Pig's Head Bar, his eyes became profound: "Albus, I remember you said that your family still has There is an Obscurus.”

"Ariana." Aberforth couldn't wait to say it, and asked anxiously: "Newt, has your method of treating the Obscurus worked?"

He looked at Newt, his eyes full of expectation, as if he was looking forward to the light.

"Used." Newt nodded affirmatively.

Aberforth jumped up excitedly, and Dumbledore on the side subconsciously clenched his fists, a trace of joy flashing in his eyes.

"Don't get excited." Newt raised his hand, with a hint of calmness in his voice, trying to calm their emotions: "I first met an 8-year-old girl in Africa. She was imprisoned at the time and was regarded as a monster by the Muggles. The tires were sold to Belgian estate owners."

"I helped her separate Obscurus from her body, but unfortunately, she died due to other reasons."

"The Obscurus for the second treatment was Credence." Newt looked at Aberforth again, but did not continue to speak in order to avoid hurting him.

Credence's death was very miserable. He was lying on the second floor of the Hog's Head Bar, his body being devoured bit by bit by the Obscurus while roaring.

At his son's silent request, Aberforth personally helped him end his suffering. The dark Obscurus struggled unwillingly for nearly half a minute after its host died. Finally, it completely dissipated, leaving not even ashes behind.

"After that, I never met Obscurus again." Newt said firmly, "About two years ago, I was in the same manor with Grindelwald who had just been released from prison, the one owned by the Travis family. New Manor. I was taking care of Golden Snitch at the breeding facility, and I heard from the elf that he was studying something in the library."

There was a trace of curiosity in his words, but he was not clear about Grindelwald's specific actions.

"From the beginning to the end, we have never seen each other. There is no little girl with Obscurus in the manor."

Seeing that Newt was so sure, Aberforth and Dumbledore fell into a long silence. They thought they could catch Grindelwald and rescue their kidnapped sister.

But now it seems that Grindelwald's roaring letter is more like a deliberate prank to play on Dumbledore.

Newt asked curiously: "Albus, I remember you said to me, 'One minute she was there, and then she was gone.'"

"No, I was talking about death at that time." Dumbledore noticed that there was a deviation in his memory, and it seemed that something was changing.

But if you think about it carefully, nothing has changed, as if psychological suggestion is at work.

The memory of Ariana's death that night had been extracted by him and poured into the pensieve. At this moment, he could only turn to his brother for help.

Aberforth felt the look in his eyes and recalled with a heavy and painful tone: "The day you brought Grindelwald back, I had a fight with you. You ignored Ariana and me and insisted on leaving with him."

"While you were packing, Grindelwald and I had a fight." There was a hint of anger in Aberforth's voice, recalling Grindelwald's ridicule and contempt.

The scroll of memory slowly unfolded. That day was a turning point for the Dumbledore family.

"You are Al's dragnet. His talent should be used for a greater cause." Grindelwald's face was full of arrogance and arrogance, and his tone was full of disdain.

If Aberforth hadn't been Dumbledore's brother, he wouldn't have spoken to him at all: "Together we will change the wizarding world. Al shouldn't be left here, looking after illiterate and squibs."

Aberforth immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Grindelwald's arrogant face. Grindelwald completely ignored Aberforth and didn't even take out his wand.

He stood defiantly in front of Aberforth and laughed heartily.

"You rushed out at that time." Aberforth squinted at Dumbledore from the corner of his eyes, his eyes full of resentment: "You blamed my stupidity, and you stood in front of Grindelwald and drew your wand and pointed it at me."

"At that time, in your eyes, my brother was far inferior to a strange wizard you had just known for three days." Aberforth couldn't help but shook his head.

Newt let out a breath, glad to have Tina and Rolf leave. If these stories were spread to the magical world, they would definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

"No one heard Ariana coming downstairs, so you cast a spell on me..." Aberforth's voice began to tremble, and his body trembled involuntarily.

He continued: "She rushed down to stop us and the spell went through her body."

His voice was almost whispering, and the tragic scene seemed to be reappearing before his eyes. Ariana's unexpected death has become an eternal gap between their brothers, and it is also an eternal pain in Dumbledore's heart.

Aberforth's lips were pale and his body was shaking involuntarily. The memory was so painful for him that he could hardly speak.

However, Newt's firm but gentle reminder: "I'm sorry to ask you to continue, it is important for us to judge the situation."

"When Ariana saw our duel, Ariana became extremely emotional. The spell hit her and triggered the Obscurus riot." There was deep regret in Aberforth's voice, and his nails were deeply It was embedded deep into the palm of his hand, and blood dripped, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. "She suppresses the power of the Obscurus to avoid hurting her family."

"Like Aurelius, Ariana was swallowed up by Silence in endless pain." Aberforth wiped away tears with the back of his hand. His voice was strong, but he could not hide the pain in his heart.

"She was lying in my arms, her body was as light as a dandelion. But I still didn't keep her, and watched her turn into ashes and dissipate." He said the final result in a desperate and weak voice.

"I'm sorry," Newt comforted softly, knowing that no words could truly ease Aberforth's pain.

Dumbledore clasped his fingers together in silence as if praying. It's a pity that there is no priest in the magic world to listen to his inner pain, so he can only bear this pain forever.

Newt turned to Albus and asked: "Do you remember that subway explosion? At that time, Creden... Aurelius, everyone thought he was dead."

"But, he survived. If Ariana was in a similar situation..." His words hung in the air, but the meaning was clear: Ariana had every chance of surviving.

Aberforth's eyes were full of doubts. He had never heard that his son had "died once" in the United States. The news was too shocking for him and he couldn't digest it for a while.

"Albus, no one knows what Grindelwald has been secretly studying for decades in Nurmengard..." Newt's words were full of vigilance.

"He is writing a book." Dumbledore explained softly, his tone full of trust: "The Daily Prophet released his memoirs. I have read it. There is no dangerous research in it."

Aberforth on the side almost broke his teeth. He still could not understand why his brother could not forget a wizard.

Even if they are life and death enemies, even if they are over a hundred years old, they still care about each other.

"Albus, what I mean is that he may not need to find me to cure the Obscurus. You and Grindelwald are both the most outstanding wizards and can find your own method after research."

Dumbledore nodded, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes: "I do have a theory. If we can replace the Obscurus' self-loathing with a sense of belonging and companionship, we may be able to save them. Unfortunately, I have never had the chance to put it into practice."

"In other words, your method is to make Obscurus feel loved so that they are no longer lonely in their hearts." Newt thought about it.

Compared to Dumbledore's emotional therapy, his method is more direct. It was like a surgical operation, cutting out the problematic things in the wizard's body.

"A sense of belonging? Companionship? Love?" Aberforth was obviously stimulated by these words. He picked up the tea and threw it at Dumbledore: "Are you worthy of saying this?"

Dumbledore wiped the water from his face with a wry smile, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Where are you going?" he asked, trying to stop Aberforth from leaving.

"Go back to the tavern." Aberforth's answer was brief but firm. He already understood that his sister Ariana was probably kidnapped by Grindelwald.

What he has to do now is to wait for the robber to come to the door, then give him a severe lesson and rescue Ariana.

"Sorry, Newt." Dumbledore smiled kindly, picking off the tea leaves from his beard, "My brother is over a hundred years old, and he is still so impulsive."

Newt handed over a towel, his tone full of worry: "Albus, although you don't like the word pureblood, I still have to tell the truth."

"It's okay, just tell me."

Newt nodded and said: "Your sister has the blood of the Dumbledore family. Her blood is purer than your nephew's. Credence, also known as Aurelius, can be resurrected after the explosion. It's the function of blood. Theoretically, your sister can do it too."

"Moreover, she is younger. With Grindelwald's thinking, it is more likely to teach her to tame the Obscurus." Newt lifted the suitcase and took out the Obscurus that was separated from the African girl.

It was a tangled mass of black mist. Once separated from the host, it immediately became harmless to humans and animals.

"Albus, if he can really go back to the nineteenth century, and then bring Ariana back with him, what may be waiting for you may not be your family, but a terrifying witch." Newt's expression became very serious, and he did not No kidding.

Dumbledore stopped combing his beard and said helplessly: "The key to the problem is that I can't stop him."

"I don't even know if he had accomplished his goal when he sent me the letter." He sighed deeply, wondering why Grindelwald, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, became so cautious.

In his impression, Grindelwald was the kind of wizard who would inform the entire magical world before taking action, for fear that everyone would not know his goal. Now, he has become sneaky, which is not at all like his character.

Dumbledore was curious if this was the result of his reflection in Nurmengard. At the same time, he always felt that he had seen this style of behavior somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Newt, let's solve the current problem first." Dumbledore said helplessly. "The Ministry of Magic has not found any trace of Voldemort. Bella claimed in Azkaban that he would be back soon."