Chapter 520 Hello, Crooked Nose
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
No one expected Ariana to walk in suddenly.
At this point in time, Ariana should be asleep.
Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was because of the newly received gift that Ariana did not fall asleep.
It was a fierce duel.
Al, a genius wizard at Hogwarts, and Gale, who was expelled from Durmstrang because of experiments.
Although Aberforth appears mediocre in front of his brother, he is also a student belonging to the upper class in Hogwarts.
Three people are fighting in the room.
In the small space, spells flew around.
Al, who is proficient in transfiguration, defends his younger brother and has to protect his younger brother.
With a flick of his wand, the puppet from the puppet box jumped out to try to stop the two.
Overwhelmed with rage, Aberforth's spells get stronger and stronger each time, much to the annoyance of Gale.
Gale deflected Aberforth's attack, and backhanded a shatter spell, which was blocked by Al's control of the puppet.
Ariana's favorite puppet crumbles to pieces.
But Aberforth didn't appreciate it, and used a blocking spell to make Al's nose bleed.
Seeing that Al was injured, Gail stopped holding back.
Aberforth gradually became overwhelmed, he swung the spell wildly, and bounced the spell away.
Gale casts a jinx, causing Aberforth to fall to the ground.
Al was also protecting his younger brother, deflecting the spell that he didn't know to cast.
I can't see whose spell is flying.
Arianna mustered up her courage, and she walked to her brother.
I want to hold my brother's wand like I did during the day.
This may prevent the brothers from quarreling.
It was at this time that this ridiculous duel entered a fever pitch.
Impatient Gale casts a powerful spell, and Aberforth fights back, not to be outdone, and Al is forced to join in.
Three bright rays of light collided together, and the aroused arc light caused an explosion.
Arianna happened to be in the blast range.
The bear fell from his hand, and the girl's body fell down.
The white garland withered and scattered, pure white flowers fell on the scarred floor, and a petal stuck to the girl's hair.
Time stands still.
The three pairs of eyes in the room all looked at the girl involved in the battle.
"Arianna!"
Aberforth yelled frantically.
He dropped his wand and ran to his sister.
It's too late, it's too late.
Arianna looked at her brother, and she reached out to the white flower that fell on Aberforth's shoulder.
Those were the flowers she picked herself.
Hold it in the palm of your hand like a treasure.
"elder brother."
Arianna, who had been silent all this time, showed a smile.
She seems to be normal.
"Thank you for taking care of me."
In the face of death, a smile is like a fragile stamen.
That white flower, after all, has not waited until it bloomed.
Distraught, Aberforth called Ariana's name.
Over and over again, no response.
Al stood there dumbfounded, his body as heavy as lead.
He mechanically turned to look at Gale.
Gail was also stopped by this unexpected arrival.
He immediately looked at Al, and said anxiously, "Leave with me, Al!"
Al looked at him without moving.
Gail understood, and he fled.
Leave the Dumbledore house.
Left Godric's Hollow.
Who is the murderer?
No matter which one it is, it is destined that Al will not leave himself.
He saw everything in Al's eyes.
The key to freedom is broken in the keyhole of the shackles, and Al will be bound by this day for a lifetime.
Gail is going to leave, even if it's a deception, making it all an unsolvable mystery.
...
It's a quiet night tonight.
Bathilda Bagshot in her rocking recliner.
"Are you leaving?"
John, who was going downstairs, heard Bathilda's voice.
He turned his head and saw a vague silhouette looking at him.
"Yes, ma'am." John said respectfully to the old man, "I think it's time for me to leave, and Hogwarts is about to start."
"That's a month away," murmured Bathilda.
John smiled and stepped forward so that he could see the old man's face and remember it.
"It's been a very interesting two months," John leaned down, brushed the silver thread on the old aunt's face behind his ears, and whispered in the old woman's ear, "I think we will meet again later , you have to forget me first."
"Obliviate"
Just as she was wondering why John said that, a white light flashed in Bathilda's eyes.
Everything that belonged to that white-haired boy was disappearing from his mind.
She regained her senses in a trance, looked at the empty space ahead, and said to herself, "Strange?"
She rocked on the recliner, as if something was missing in her mind.
This emotionally retarded old woman was a little sleepy, she slowly closed her eyes, and there was an extra blanket on her body.
As John walked out of the Bathildas' house, he turned his head to take one last look at the house.
The house is dark and there is no light.
The old man's candle has no reason to keep it.
The child she picked up left.
"Magic fluctuations?"
John felt the magical fluctuations from the neighbor's house. Someone is fighting?
The unchangeable thing happened.
Sadness creeps in.
John stood outside the house, not recovering for a long time.
Grindelwald escapes.
He fled Godric's Hollow.
On this night, Al's dream was shattered.
A girl named Arianna could not escape her fate.
The storm blows, starting at six and ending at fourteen.
The white flower stays in front of the beauty for a moment.
John sighed, turned and left here.
...
Ariana's funeral takes place.
It was a quiet funeral without too many guests.
The girl's brothers looked at the tombstone erected next to their mother's grave.
Aberforth had only told Al one thing last night.
"I hate you, and so does Ariana."
These words left an incurable scar on Al's heart.
It was him who led the wolf into the house and made this tragedy happen.
John's words came to mind.
Does the invisibility cloak bring freedom or escape?
With trembling hands, he wanted to touch the tombstone that was as white as jade.
"Don't touch her!" Aberforth punched Al tall on the nose angrily like an angry goat.
Nose dripping with blood.
Aberforth clenched his fists and stared at Al with red eyes.
Al didn't say a word, and silently wiped away the nosebleed with the back of his hand.
A drop of rain hit the tombstone.
Immediately afterwards, the sky began to rain heavily.
The soil is wet and the pits are filled with rainwater.
With one foot in the puddle, he held an umbrella, quietly in the cemetery, watching the two brothers.
In the hazy rain, the two silhouettes were blurred.
After stepping on the rain, I walked to the tombstone.
Al slowly raised his head, his white hair contrasted sharply with the black umbrella.
"Your evasion created your first regret."
John opened his mouth, causing Al's heart to be stabbed with a sharp knife.
Yeah, nothing would have happened if I didn't want to leave.
Joel looked directly into his heart.
Is he really for Arianna?
During his dealings with Gail, he kept convincing himself.
I am for the wizard, for my sister.
He chose the invisibility cloak so that his sister could go out.
But what about the fact?
Al didn't want to be tied down, he wanted to be a free-flying bird.
Like my classmates, I want to go to Europe and show my talents to the world.
I want to change the world like Gail.
Everything is myself.
The corners of Al's eyes didn't know whether it was tears or rain.
John looked up calmly, looking at the tombstone.
Aberforth wanted to stop him, but was kicked away by John.
"Go away, a waste that even my own sister can't protect!"
John kicked Aberforth directly into the mud.
He drew his wand and tapped on the tombstone.
Pure white flowers bloomed under the tombstone.
John raised his eyelids, turned to Al and said, "Take out your wand, Dumbledore."
His wand was raised, aimed at the drenched Al.
Repeated: "Albus Dumbledore."
Al looked up in disbelief, as if he didn't understand why he was like this.
John told him with action, raising his wand.
With a wave of the wand, Al flew out as if hit by a galloping wild horse.
He finally understood that John was going to teach him a lesson.
John waved his wand again, and Aberforth's body was bound by the rusty bars.
"Beat me, or he dies."
His younger brother's life was threatened, and Al finally stopped giving up on himself.
He stood up, drew his wand, and shot a spell at John.
With a frivolous wave of John's wand, the spell bounced off Aberforth's feet.
"Use your full strength, let me see, why do you think you can change the world?" John snapped.
Al gritted his teeth and waved his wand at John.
But every time, John was able to block the spell.
Al uses Transfiguration, John turns a tombstone into a big dog, and Al's Transfiguration swallows it.
Rolling in all directions, John held an umbrella in one hand and waved his wand in the other.
He's like an upgraded version of Al, can make Al crushed in every way.
Finally, John shot a ray of silver light, leaving a line of blood on Al's face that was as deep as the bone.
Blood dripped down the rain, and John stared at the embarrassed Al indifferently.
"You can't change anything at all, Dumbledore."
Al fell to his knees in defeat, looking at his hands, wand falling in the distance.
A sense of powerlessness and frustration that he had never felt before emerged from his heart.
"It turns out I'm... so small."
"By the way, I remember your nose is crooked."
Al raised his head, a fist magnified in front of his eyes.
It wasn't Aberforth's fist, it was John's.
With that punch down, Al flew back, his nose snapping.
broken.
...
At this point in time, Ariana should be asleep.
Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was because of the newly received gift that Ariana did not fall asleep.
It was a fierce duel.
Al, a genius wizard at Hogwarts, and Gale, who was expelled from Durmstrang because of experiments.
Although Aberforth appears mediocre in front of his brother, he is also a student belonging to the upper class in Hogwarts.
Three people are fighting in the room.
In the small space, spells flew around.
Al, who is proficient in transfiguration, defends his younger brother and has to protect his younger brother.
With a flick of his wand, the puppet from the puppet box jumped out to try to stop the two.
Overwhelmed with rage, Aberforth's spells get stronger and stronger each time, much to the annoyance of Gale.
Gale deflected Aberforth's attack, and backhanded a shatter spell, which was blocked by Al's control of the puppet.
Ariana's favorite puppet crumbles to pieces.
But Aberforth didn't appreciate it, and used a blocking spell to make Al's nose bleed.
Seeing that Al was injured, Gail stopped holding back.
Aberforth gradually became overwhelmed, he swung the spell wildly, and bounced the spell away.
Gale casts a jinx, causing Aberforth to fall to the ground.
Al was also protecting his younger brother, deflecting the spell that he didn't know to cast.
I can't see whose spell is flying.
Arianna mustered up her courage, and she walked to her brother.
I want to hold my brother's wand like I did during the day.
This may prevent the brothers from quarreling.
It was at this time that this ridiculous duel entered a fever pitch.
Impatient Gale casts a powerful spell, and Aberforth fights back, not to be outdone, and Al is forced to join in.
Three bright rays of light collided together, and the aroused arc light caused an explosion.
Arianna happened to be in the blast range.
The bear fell from his hand, and the girl's body fell down.
The white garland withered and scattered, pure white flowers fell on the scarred floor, and a petal stuck to the girl's hair.
Time stands still.
The three pairs of eyes in the room all looked at the girl involved in the battle.
"Arianna!"
Aberforth yelled frantically.
He dropped his wand and ran to his sister.
It's too late, it's too late.
Arianna looked at her brother, and she reached out to the white flower that fell on Aberforth's shoulder.
Those were the flowers she picked herself.
Hold it in the palm of your hand like a treasure.
"elder brother."
Arianna, who had been silent all this time, showed a smile.
She seems to be normal.
"Thank you for taking care of me."
In the face of death, a smile is like a fragile stamen.
That white flower, after all, has not waited until it bloomed.
Distraught, Aberforth called Ariana's name.
Over and over again, no response.
Al stood there dumbfounded, his body as heavy as lead.
He mechanically turned to look at Gale.
Gail was also stopped by this unexpected arrival.
He immediately looked at Al, and said anxiously, "Leave with me, Al!"
Al looked at him without moving.
Gail understood, and he fled.
Leave the Dumbledore house.
Left Godric's Hollow.
Who is the murderer?
No matter which one it is, it is destined that Al will not leave himself.
He saw everything in Al's eyes.
The key to freedom is broken in the keyhole of the shackles, and Al will be bound by this day for a lifetime.
Gail is going to leave, even if it's a deception, making it all an unsolvable mystery.
...
It's a quiet night tonight.
Bathilda Bagshot in her rocking recliner.
"Are you leaving?"
John, who was going downstairs, heard Bathilda's voice.
He turned his head and saw a vague silhouette looking at him.
"Yes, ma'am." John said respectfully to the old man, "I think it's time for me to leave, and Hogwarts is about to start."
"That's a month away," murmured Bathilda.
John smiled and stepped forward so that he could see the old man's face and remember it.
"It's been a very interesting two months," John leaned down, brushed the silver thread on the old aunt's face behind his ears, and whispered in the old woman's ear, "I think we will meet again later , you have to forget me first."
"Obliviate"
Just as she was wondering why John said that, a white light flashed in Bathilda's eyes.
Everything that belonged to that white-haired boy was disappearing from his mind.
She regained her senses in a trance, looked at the empty space ahead, and said to herself, "Strange?"
She rocked on the recliner, as if something was missing in her mind.
This emotionally retarded old woman was a little sleepy, she slowly closed her eyes, and there was an extra blanket on her body.
As John walked out of the Bathildas' house, he turned his head to take one last look at the house.
The house is dark and there is no light.
The old man's candle has no reason to keep it.
The child she picked up left.
"Magic fluctuations?"
John felt the magical fluctuations from the neighbor's house. Someone is fighting?
The unchangeable thing happened.
Sadness creeps in.
John stood outside the house, not recovering for a long time.
Grindelwald escapes.
He fled Godric's Hollow.
On this night, Al's dream was shattered.
A girl named Arianna could not escape her fate.
The storm blows, starting at six and ending at fourteen.
The white flower stays in front of the beauty for a moment.
John sighed, turned and left here.
...
Ariana's funeral takes place.
It was a quiet funeral without too many guests.
The girl's brothers looked at the tombstone erected next to their mother's grave.
Aberforth had only told Al one thing last night.
"I hate you, and so does Ariana."
These words left an incurable scar on Al's heart.
It was him who led the wolf into the house and made this tragedy happen.
John's words came to mind.
Does the invisibility cloak bring freedom or escape?
With trembling hands, he wanted to touch the tombstone that was as white as jade.
"Don't touch her!" Aberforth punched Al tall on the nose angrily like an angry goat.
Nose dripping with blood.
Aberforth clenched his fists and stared at Al with red eyes.
Al didn't say a word, and silently wiped away the nosebleed with the back of his hand.
A drop of rain hit the tombstone.
Immediately afterwards, the sky began to rain heavily.
The soil is wet and the pits are filled with rainwater.
With one foot in the puddle, he held an umbrella, quietly in the cemetery, watching the two brothers.
In the hazy rain, the two silhouettes were blurred.
After stepping on the rain, I walked to the tombstone.
Al slowly raised his head, his white hair contrasted sharply with the black umbrella.
"Your evasion created your first regret."
John opened his mouth, causing Al's heart to be stabbed with a sharp knife.
Yeah, nothing would have happened if I didn't want to leave.
Joel looked directly into his heart.
Is he really for Arianna?
During his dealings with Gail, he kept convincing himself.
I am for the wizard, for my sister.
He chose the invisibility cloak so that his sister could go out.
But what about the fact?
Al didn't want to be tied down, he wanted to be a free-flying bird.
Like my classmates, I want to go to Europe and show my talents to the world.
I want to change the world like Gail.
Everything is myself.
The corners of Al's eyes didn't know whether it was tears or rain.
John looked up calmly, looking at the tombstone.
Aberforth wanted to stop him, but was kicked away by John.
"Go away, a waste that even my own sister can't protect!"
John kicked Aberforth directly into the mud.
He drew his wand and tapped on the tombstone.
Pure white flowers bloomed under the tombstone.
John raised his eyelids, turned to Al and said, "Take out your wand, Dumbledore."
His wand was raised, aimed at the drenched Al.
Repeated: "Albus Dumbledore."
Al looked up in disbelief, as if he didn't understand why he was like this.
John told him with action, raising his wand.
With a wave of the wand, Al flew out as if hit by a galloping wild horse.
He finally understood that John was going to teach him a lesson.
John waved his wand again, and Aberforth's body was bound by the rusty bars.
"Beat me, or he dies."
His younger brother's life was threatened, and Al finally stopped giving up on himself.
He stood up, drew his wand, and shot a spell at John.
With a frivolous wave of John's wand, the spell bounced off Aberforth's feet.
"Use your full strength, let me see, why do you think you can change the world?" John snapped.
Al gritted his teeth and waved his wand at John.
But every time, John was able to block the spell.
Al uses Transfiguration, John turns a tombstone into a big dog, and Al's Transfiguration swallows it.
Rolling in all directions, John held an umbrella in one hand and waved his wand in the other.
He's like an upgraded version of Al, can make Al crushed in every way.
Finally, John shot a ray of silver light, leaving a line of blood on Al's face that was as deep as the bone.
Blood dripped down the rain, and John stared at the embarrassed Al indifferently.
"You can't change anything at all, Dumbledore."
Al fell to his knees in defeat, looking at his hands, wand falling in the distance.
A sense of powerlessness and frustration that he had never felt before emerged from his heart.
"It turns out I'm... so small."
"By the way, I remember your nose is crooked."
Al raised his head, a fist magnified in front of his eyes.
It wasn't Aberforth's fist, it was John's.
With that punch down, Al flew back, his nose snapping.
broken.
...
