Chapter 504 Nagini's Relatives
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Dumbledore always felt something strange on the streets of Bangkok.
Probably because the news came too suddenly, after all, the two brothers have been waiting for more than half a century.
Walking into the bustling and exotic Chinatown, the excitement on Aberforth's face was already beyond words.
Led by Dumbledore, they came to a shop with a strange decoration.
The small square cards full of ghosts are okay, and the golden baby statues are also okay, but the straw dolls full of steel needles are a bit unbearable.
Aberforth frowned.
Selling these things that make people feel uncomfortable physically and mentally, Nagini was really abandoned.
"Ringling—" Dumbledore pushed open the door.
Compared with the outside, the inside is more of a test of endurance.
In the dim light, the dried animal carcasses on the first row of shelves seemed to be human.
Aberforth followed Dumbledore expressionlessly.
"Sawadika—" a low, hoarse, chilling voice sounded.
An old witch slowly sat up from the shadows.
She seemed to be a little hunched, and after waving to light a few candles hanging under the ceiling, she left the rocking chair she had been lying on on crutches.
"Oh—so it's a foreign guest." The witch's English was a bit jerky,
"Welcome to the store, what do you two need?"
Dumbledore nodded to Aberforth, then smiled at her,
"I need an answer, an answer that my brother and I have been looking for for half a century."
The witch raised her crutches and tapped the ground, summoning a crystal ball from nowhere.
The surface is very smooth, and some tumbling smoke can be vaguely seen inside.
She looked a little excited,
"Two gentlemen, I am the only wizard in Southeast Asia who can still communicate with Vishnu. I can give the correct answer to any problem."
He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the kind-faced Dumbledore, and then at Aberforth who seemed to be in a hurry.
Judging from the appearance, this is a pair of brothers.
Judging from the crooked nose and the fact that the two of them hardly communicated throughout the whole process, the relationship between the brothers was quite stiff.
They are all gray-haired, and it is estimated that this matter has been going on for decades.
"Is there really a right answer to every problem?"
"If even I can't help—" She paused, lowering her voice,
"Even if we can find those so-called prophets, I'm afraid they won't be able to solve the problems in your hearts."
Dumbledore opened his mouth slightly in feigned surprise, "Great!
What should I call you? "
"Surya."
Aberforth's frown deepened.
The responsibility of the older brother is to take care of the younger brother.
The one whose nose seems to be broken is the older brother, and the one who looks anxious and confused is definitely the younger brother.
The witch who sorted out the relationship leaned on a cane, controlled the crystal ball to float in front of them, and walked towards them.
"Da-da--" The sound of a steady impact suddenly stopped.
Because she recognized her brother.
"Lord Dumbledore!?"
"it's me."
Very gentlemanly Dumbledore conjured a chair to catch her before she was about to fall. ….It's heartbreaking to fight in front of this big boss.
"Surya—?"
"Ma'am just fine."
He looked up slightly at the ceiling, "Madam Surya, can I make this place a little bit brighter?"
"Please feel free." She leaned back in the chair, as if she didn't care much about everything.
Just a simple wave of the elderberry wand, and those candles, along with the flame, multiplied in size.
To be able to see the magic of the strongest wizard in the world is to die without regret in this life!
"Hmph—" Aberforth coldly moved his eyes away from her the whole time.
Pretending to be a ghost, probably relying on this hand to make a living.
Hey—it's either soaking in internal organs or insect specimens, cheating and abducting is a solid hammer.
Unlike his expression on his face, Dumbledore smiled and made a chair to sit opposite Surya.
"Ma'am, we came all the way from England, and of course we didn't come here to expose you."
Surya's gaze refocused.
That's right, they are busy people!
If you have time to come to this remote and backward place, you might as well go to the International Federation of Wizards to discuss the future of the global wizarding world, or go back to Hogwarts to train a few potential students.
Crack down on fakes?Obviously it's impossible.
She stretched her eyes wide and straightened her waist, and she didn't engage in the mysterious routine before.
"Your Excellency Dumbledore, what is your real purpose...?"
"To find an answer."
They had never met before today, not even crossed paths.
"Your Excellency, are you joking? All you know are real prophets. How can I give the correct answer?"
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "Ma'am, only you can solve this problem."
The smile on Surya's face became bitter, "Your Excellency must have found the wrong person. Communicating with Vishnu is actually just a term in our industry."
"No no no—ma'am, it's you I'm looking for."
He put away the smile on his face, and met her guilty eyes,
"Ma'am, where are you from?"
Surya could feel another blazing gaze,
"Thai—Indonesia."
Aberforth strode forward, "You are indeed Nagini's relative!"
She was startled and dazed, "What Nagini? I've never heard of this name."
Aberforth walked straight past Dumbledore, bent down and put his face in front of her, "Does your family have a blood curse?
Don't lie to me, he can read what's on your mind. "
"I can't." Dumbledore put his hand on his shoulder,
"Ma'am, please forgive our offense."
Aberforth stepped aside, and Surya dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
Those lion-like eyes just now really scared her.
"Although I don't know where you got the news from—" She nodded her head very sincerely,
"But I can answer you, yes.
My parents told me countless times that a terrible curse had been placed on my mother's family.
If the curse that makes the living gradually lose their minds and eventually become a beast is the blood curse, I think I should be the person you are looking for. "..." Where is Nagini? Aberforth's eyes were full of anger, "Why did you abandon her!" "
Surya was speechless.
She really didn't seem to know Nagini.
"Your parents didn't tell you?"
"No, I'm growing up."
Aberforth shut his mouth in shock.
Unaware of it at all?
His full rage did not disappear, but moved elsewhere,
"Where are your parents?"
The sadness in Surya's eyes didn't seem feigned.
She raised her crutch a little and caught a photo frame that was already somewhat yellowed.
"My mother died when I was 10 years old and my father was shortly after I came of age...
They had participated in the Muggle resistance war, probably because of the injuries they received at that time. "
Indonesia was once colonized by the Netherlands for 349 years.
In 100, more than 1873 years ago, their people could no longer bear the exploitation and decided to unite against the rulers.
It started out as a small fight between Muggles, then developed into a small-scale war, and finally even wizards joined in.
"I was born in 1913, which happened to be the end of the war."
Aberforth's eyes widened as he looked at the picture.
A young man holds a young woman with a baby in her arms.
She looks exactly like Nagini.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
Probably because the news came too suddenly, after all, the two brothers have been waiting for more than half a century.
Walking into the bustling and exotic Chinatown, the excitement on Aberforth's face was already beyond words.
Led by Dumbledore, they came to a shop with a strange decoration.
The small square cards full of ghosts are okay, and the golden baby statues are also okay, but the straw dolls full of steel needles are a bit unbearable.
Aberforth frowned.
Selling these things that make people feel uncomfortable physically and mentally, Nagini was really abandoned.
"Ringling—" Dumbledore pushed open the door.
Compared with the outside, the inside is more of a test of endurance.
In the dim light, the dried animal carcasses on the first row of shelves seemed to be human.
Aberforth followed Dumbledore expressionlessly.
"Sawadika—" a low, hoarse, chilling voice sounded.
An old witch slowly sat up from the shadows.
She seemed to be a little hunched, and after waving to light a few candles hanging under the ceiling, she left the rocking chair she had been lying on on crutches.
"Oh—so it's a foreign guest." The witch's English was a bit jerky,
"Welcome to the store, what do you two need?"
Dumbledore nodded to Aberforth, then smiled at her,
"I need an answer, an answer that my brother and I have been looking for for half a century."
The witch raised her crutches and tapped the ground, summoning a crystal ball from nowhere.
The surface is very smooth, and some tumbling smoke can be vaguely seen inside.
She looked a little excited,
"Two gentlemen, I am the only wizard in Southeast Asia who can still communicate with Vishnu. I can give the correct answer to any problem."
He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the kind-faced Dumbledore, and then at Aberforth who seemed to be in a hurry.
Judging from the appearance, this is a pair of brothers.
Judging from the crooked nose and the fact that the two of them hardly communicated throughout the whole process, the relationship between the brothers was quite stiff.
They are all gray-haired, and it is estimated that this matter has been going on for decades.
"Is there really a right answer to every problem?"
"If even I can't help—" She paused, lowering her voice,
"Even if we can find those so-called prophets, I'm afraid they won't be able to solve the problems in your hearts."
Dumbledore opened his mouth slightly in feigned surprise, "Great!
What should I call you? "
"Surya."
Aberforth's frown deepened.
The responsibility of the older brother is to take care of the younger brother.
The one whose nose seems to be broken is the older brother, and the one who looks anxious and confused is definitely the younger brother.
The witch who sorted out the relationship leaned on a cane, controlled the crystal ball to float in front of them, and walked towards them.
"Da-da--" The sound of a steady impact suddenly stopped.
Because she recognized her brother.
"Lord Dumbledore!?"
"it's me."
Very gentlemanly Dumbledore conjured a chair to catch her before she was about to fall. ….It's heartbreaking to fight in front of this big boss.
"Surya—?"
"Ma'am just fine."
He looked up slightly at the ceiling, "Madam Surya, can I make this place a little bit brighter?"
"Please feel free." She leaned back in the chair, as if she didn't care much about everything.
Just a simple wave of the elderberry wand, and those candles, along with the flame, multiplied in size.
To be able to see the magic of the strongest wizard in the world is to die without regret in this life!
"Hmph—" Aberforth coldly moved his eyes away from her the whole time.
Pretending to be a ghost, probably relying on this hand to make a living.
Hey—it's either soaking in internal organs or insect specimens, cheating and abducting is a solid hammer.
Unlike his expression on his face, Dumbledore smiled and made a chair to sit opposite Surya.
"Ma'am, we came all the way from England, and of course we didn't come here to expose you."
Surya's gaze refocused.
That's right, they are busy people!
If you have time to come to this remote and backward place, you might as well go to the International Federation of Wizards to discuss the future of the global wizarding world, or go back to Hogwarts to train a few potential students.
Crack down on fakes?Obviously it's impossible.
She stretched her eyes wide and straightened her waist, and she didn't engage in the mysterious routine before.
"Your Excellency Dumbledore, what is your real purpose...?"
"To find an answer."
They had never met before today, not even crossed paths.
"Your Excellency, are you joking? All you know are real prophets. How can I give the correct answer?"
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "Ma'am, only you can solve this problem."
The smile on Surya's face became bitter, "Your Excellency must have found the wrong person. Communicating with Vishnu is actually just a term in our industry."
"No no no—ma'am, it's you I'm looking for."
He put away the smile on his face, and met her guilty eyes,
"Ma'am, where are you from?"
Surya could feel another blazing gaze,
"Thai—Indonesia."
Aberforth strode forward, "You are indeed Nagini's relative!"
She was startled and dazed, "What Nagini? I've never heard of this name."
Aberforth walked straight past Dumbledore, bent down and put his face in front of her, "Does your family have a blood curse?
Don't lie to me, he can read what's on your mind. "
"I can't." Dumbledore put his hand on his shoulder,
"Ma'am, please forgive our offense."
Aberforth stepped aside, and Surya dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
Those lion-like eyes just now really scared her.
"Although I don't know where you got the news from—" She nodded her head very sincerely,
"But I can answer you, yes.
My parents told me countless times that a terrible curse had been placed on my mother's family.
If the curse that makes the living gradually lose their minds and eventually become a beast is the blood curse, I think I should be the person you are looking for. "..." Where is Nagini? Aberforth's eyes were full of anger, "Why did you abandon her!" "
Surya was speechless.
She really didn't seem to know Nagini.
"Your parents didn't tell you?"
"No, I'm growing up."
Aberforth shut his mouth in shock.
Unaware of it at all?
His full rage did not disappear, but moved elsewhere,
"Where are your parents?"
The sadness in Surya's eyes didn't seem feigned.
She raised her crutch a little and caught a photo frame that was already somewhat yellowed.
"My mother died when I was 10 years old and my father was shortly after I came of age...
They had participated in the Muggle resistance war, probably because of the injuries they received at that time. "
Indonesia was once colonized by the Netherlands for 349 years.
In 100, more than 1873 years ago, their people could no longer bear the exploitation and decided to unite against the rulers.
It started out as a small fight between Muggles, then developed into a small-scale war, and finally even wizards joined in.
"I was born in 1913, which happened to be the end of the war."
Aberforth's eyes widened as he looked at the picture.
A young man holds a young woman with a baby in her arms.
She looks exactly like Nagini.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
