Chapter 605 Aberforth, Dumbledore's gift
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
During this process, Ariana kept looking at Aberforth curiously.
And Aberforth dodged her gaze and went behind the counter.
John took a sip of the butter beer, well, the temperature was just right.
It was just a sip, and John didn't continue to drink.
In fact, it was the taste of butter beer that made him not want to drink it.
Arianna picked it up and sipped it. John glanced at Aberforth who was afraid to come, and said casually, "Yes, it's her."
Ariana looked over, wondering who John was talking to.
John said lightly: "Did he not tell you that I have some talent in Legilimency?"
"It's not surprising. Your mind is as clear as glass."
"I thought he was going to tell you about it."
All the things in Aberforth's mind were seen by John, Aberforth was silent for a while, and asked, "Why do you..."
He didn't remember it the way Dumbledore did, and even Dumbledore only recalled it after he was on the verge of death.
John shrugged, "You better not know."
"I don't want Ariana to think she's alone," John said seriously, looking at Aberforth. "You're his brother, and she has a right to know."
"Brother?" Ariana looked suspiciously at Aberforth.
This once familiar title now belongs to John.
Aberforth asked, "Is she well?"
"It's getting better," John stood up, holding Arianna's hand and coming to Aberforth, "Arianna Dumbledore Wick, this is her current name."
"It's good." Aberforth lowered his eyes. "It's better than being around us."
Aberforth's mind was in turmoil.
From the moment he saw Ariana, he couldn't calm down, and the indifference he showed was just a disguise after the emotion reached its peak.
"You used to be her favorite brother," John shook his head, "although it was a failure."
Aberforth did not refute, he looked at John, and said seriously: "I don't want you to let Ariana come back."
"He and I are both failed brothers. Arianna is by your side, and I see her getting better."
From the moment Ariana walked through the door, Aberforth had been watching.
The current Arianna is much more cheerful than before, she is under control, and the terrifying power is hidden in her body.
There is no safer place than to be with the Second King.
"I will not imprison her, she is free to go wherever she goes." John said lightly, "She will soar in the sky one day, and I will open all obstacles for her."
Aberforth took a deep breath and said in a voice trembling with gratitude, "Thank you."
John saved Ariana, and was willing to let his incompetent brother meet, which is already more tolerant than anything else.
"I am willing to do things for you." He said this sentence.
John shook his head and said, "I don't use my family as a bargaining chip."
He let go of Ariana's hand and said to her, "I think you'll like him, Aberforth Dumbledore."
Hearing that name, Ariana reacted.
She came out from behind John and looked at her brother.
She tried to find the shadow of her brother, but failed.
But she smiled and said, "It's like a great-grandfather, you showed me his paintings."
"I have more paintings that I haven't shown you." Aberforth said seriously, "Arianna."
He held out his hand, and Ariana hesitated for a moment before putting it on.
The two went to the door behind the counter, Ariana stopped and looked back at John, "Are you waiting for me, brother?"
John smiled, "I'll always be there."
Arianna was relieved, and happily went in with Aberforth.
There, there are countless paintings left by Aberforth over the past century.
If not a wizard, he might be a painter of the Muggle world.
Arianna came out before the butterbeer went cold.
John took her to find Mrs. Wick.
Arianna waved to Aberforth as they reached the door.
"Goodbye, brother."
Aberforth waved goodbye.
Until the figures of the two disappeared completely, Aberforth sat down.
He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, immersed in the joy of Ariana's resurrection.
"Hogwarts... the king."
He looked at the cold butterbeer.
He seemed to understand why that child could become the king admired by everyone.
"You don't need your family as a bargaining chip, Wick is where you belong, Arianna."
Aberforth knew he had lost.
He saw the trust in John in his sister, and also saw the tenderness from the second king.
"Albus, you are wrong, that boy, he should have been king."
Aberforth looked at the broken mirror and left a word.
...
When John found Mrs. Wick, she couldn't wait to pull Ariana to try on clothes.
Ariana tried to get John to save her, but John silently turned his head away.
In the end, Mrs. Wick harvested a lot of novel wizard clothes and ended today's trip.
John took them back to Hogwarts and met Slughorn.
"Oh, Mrs. Wick." Slughorn was a little puzzled as to why he saw Mrs. Wick at school, but he still said enthusiastically, "Would you like to come here for a drink, the food above is not enough, I'll come to the kitchen and order some. "
The hedonistic Slughorn does not take his privilege lightly.
Mrs. Wick glanced at her son, and John smiled knowingly: "Sorry, Professor, my mother is going to take my sister home."
"Well," said Slughorn, seeing Ariana, "then I shouldn't keep my friends waiting too long."
He walked away tactfully.
Mrs. Wick said doubtfully, "I remember your principal isn't an old man with a white beard?"
"Oh, he's retired as a janitor."
A door appears in the wall next to John, and he opens it to enter.
Mrs. Wick and Ariana enter, close the door and disappear.
Slughorn came out of the kitchen and was about to talk to John about the blood curse paper.
Seeing the empty corridor, he swung his glass and took a sip and said, "I must have drunk too much."
He glanced at the wine glass hesitantly, and drank the rest.
...
Mrs. Wick and Ariana return home.
When they came out of the fireplace, they saw Watson in wizard robes, lying sprawled on the sofa.
"Where have you been?" Watson said in a bad tone.
Mrs. Wick put down the wizard robe, and asked in the most gentle tone: "Didn't you say that you should not bring snow to the carpet?"
Watson glanced at the carpet, adjusted his posture silently, and sat on the sofa with his well-behaved legs together and his back straight.
"I think……"
"I don't want you to feel, I want to feel."
Mrs. Wick was shocked by the quotations from President Ba, and asked Watson to go out obediently to shovel snow without any reason.
In the evening, Watson found the gift that Mrs. Wick had brought for him.
A real wizard's robe.
He immediately ran to the room, and said shyly, "Sure enough, my wife, you still love me. Needless to say, I understand everything. Thank you for going to prepare me a Christmas present."
As everyone knows, it is a special event for buying ten pieces and getting one free.
Arianna was in the room and took out the emerald green brooch.
Holding the brooch, she rolled happily on the bed.
Seeing this, Little Bear followed her example, rolling around on the bed.
When Mrs. Wick came, she saw Ariana sleeping sideways, smiled dotingly, and helped her cover her with the quilt.
Occasional mischief makes people like this child even more.
Under the Wicks' Christmas tree.
An unopened present lay there quietly.
Watson picked it up and glanced at the name on it.
"Albus Dumbledore?"
This name made Watson think of something.
He put the gift in Ariana's room.
It had never been in the Wicks' mind to ask Ariana to give up her former family, despite what John had said about her older brother not being good enough.
"Treasure your family, Arianna."
Watson put down the gift and whispered in Ariana's ear, "I hope you are my daughter, and I hope you will be happy forever."
Push the bear that is about to fall a little.
Watson tiptoedly closed the door and left.
After the room became quiet again, Arianna opened her eyes, looked at the gift next to her, and closed her eyes again.
Still holding the brooch in his hand.
...
And Aberforth dodged her gaze and went behind the counter.
John took a sip of the butter beer, well, the temperature was just right.
It was just a sip, and John didn't continue to drink.
In fact, it was the taste of butter beer that made him not want to drink it.
Arianna picked it up and sipped it. John glanced at Aberforth who was afraid to come, and said casually, "Yes, it's her."
Ariana looked over, wondering who John was talking to.
John said lightly: "Did he not tell you that I have some talent in Legilimency?"
"It's not surprising. Your mind is as clear as glass."
"I thought he was going to tell you about it."
All the things in Aberforth's mind were seen by John, Aberforth was silent for a while, and asked, "Why do you..."
He didn't remember it the way Dumbledore did, and even Dumbledore only recalled it after he was on the verge of death.
John shrugged, "You better not know."
"I don't want Ariana to think she's alone," John said seriously, looking at Aberforth. "You're his brother, and she has a right to know."
"Brother?" Ariana looked suspiciously at Aberforth.
This once familiar title now belongs to John.
Aberforth asked, "Is she well?"
"It's getting better," John stood up, holding Arianna's hand and coming to Aberforth, "Arianna Dumbledore Wick, this is her current name."
"It's good." Aberforth lowered his eyes. "It's better than being around us."
Aberforth's mind was in turmoil.
From the moment he saw Ariana, he couldn't calm down, and the indifference he showed was just a disguise after the emotion reached its peak.
"You used to be her favorite brother," John shook his head, "although it was a failure."
Aberforth did not refute, he looked at John, and said seriously: "I don't want you to let Ariana come back."
"He and I are both failed brothers. Arianna is by your side, and I see her getting better."
From the moment Ariana walked through the door, Aberforth had been watching.
The current Arianna is much more cheerful than before, she is under control, and the terrifying power is hidden in her body.
There is no safer place than to be with the Second King.
"I will not imprison her, she is free to go wherever she goes." John said lightly, "She will soar in the sky one day, and I will open all obstacles for her."
Aberforth took a deep breath and said in a voice trembling with gratitude, "Thank you."
John saved Ariana, and was willing to let his incompetent brother meet, which is already more tolerant than anything else.
"I am willing to do things for you." He said this sentence.
John shook his head and said, "I don't use my family as a bargaining chip."
He let go of Ariana's hand and said to her, "I think you'll like him, Aberforth Dumbledore."
Hearing that name, Ariana reacted.
She came out from behind John and looked at her brother.
She tried to find the shadow of her brother, but failed.
But she smiled and said, "It's like a great-grandfather, you showed me his paintings."
"I have more paintings that I haven't shown you." Aberforth said seriously, "Arianna."
He held out his hand, and Ariana hesitated for a moment before putting it on.
The two went to the door behind the counter, Ariana stopped and looked back at John, "Are you waiting for me, brother?"
John smiled, "I'll always be there."
Arianna was relieved, and happily went in with Aberforth.
There, there are countless paintings left by Aberforth over the past century.
If not a wizard, he might be a painter of the Muggle world.
Arianna came out before the butterbeer went cold.
John took her to find Mrs. Wick.
Arianna waved to Aberforth as they reached the door.
"Goodbye, brother."
Aberforth waved goodbye.
Until the figures of the two disappeared completely, Aberforth sat down.
He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, immersed in the joy of Ariana's resurrection.
"Hogwarts... the king."
He looked at the cold butterbeer.
He seemed to understand why that child could become the king admired by everyone.
"You don't need your family as a bargaining chip, Wick is where you belong, Arianna."
Aberforth knew he had lost.
He saw the trust in John in his sister, and also saw the tenderness from the second king.
"Albus, you are wrong, that boy, he should have been king."
Aberforth looked at the broken mirror and left a word.
...
When John found Mrs. Wick, she couldn't wait to pull Ariana to try on clothes.
Ariana tried to get John to save her, but John silently turned his head away.
In the end, Mrs. Wick harvested a lot of novel wizard clothes and ended today's trip.
John took them back to Hogwarts and met Slughorn.
"Oh, Mrs. Wick." Slughorn was a little puzzled as to why he saw Mrs. Wick at school, but he still said enthusiastically, "Would you like to come here for a drink, the food above is not enough, I'll come to the kitchen and order some. "
The hedonistic Slughorn does not take his privilege lightly.
Mrs. Wick glanced at her son, and John smiled knowingly: "Sorry, Professor, my mother is going to take my sister home."
"Well," said Slughorn, seeing Ariana, "then I shouldn't keep my friends waiting too long."
He walked away tactfully.
Mrs. Wick said doubtfully, "I remember your principal isn't an old man with a white beard?"
"Oh, he's retired as a janitor."
A door appears in the wall next to John, and he opens it to enter.
Mrs. Wick and Ariana enter, close the door and disappear.
Slughorn came out of the kitchen and was about to talk to John about the blood curse paper.
Seeing the empty corridor, he swung his glass and took a sip and said, "I must have drunk too much."
He glanced at the wine glass hesitantly, and drank the rest.
...
Mrs. Wick and Ariana return home.
When they came out of the fireplace, they saw Watson in wizard robes, lying sprawled on the sofa.
"Where have you been?" Watson said in a bad tone.
Mrs. Wick put down the wizard robe, and asked in the most gentle tone: "Didn't you say that you should not bring snow to the carpet?"
Watson glanced at the carpet, adjusted his posture silently, and sat on the sofa with his well-behaved legs together and his back straight.
"I think……"
"I don't want you to feel, I want to feel."
Mrs. Wick was shocked by the quotations from President Ba, and asked Watson to go out obediently to shovel snow without any reason.
In the evening, Watson found the gift that Mrs. Wick had brought for him.
A real wizard's robe.
He immediately ran to the room, and said shyly, "Sure enough, my wife, you still love me. Needless to say, I understand everything. Thank you for going to prepare me a Christmas present."
As everyone knows, it is a special event for buying ten pieces and getting one free.
Arianna was in the room and took out the emerald green brooch.
Holding the brooch, she rolled happily on the bed.
Seeing this, Little Bear followed her example, rolling around on the bed.
When Mrs. Wick came, she saw Ariana sleeping sideways, smiled dotingly, and helped her cover her with the quilt.
Occasional mischief makes people like this child even more.
Under the Wicks' Christmas tree.
An unopened present lay there quietly.
Watson picked it up and glanced at the name on it.
"Albus Dumbledore?"
This name made Watson think of something.
He put the gift in Ariana's room.
It had never been in the Wicks' mind to ask Ariana to give up her former family, despite what John had said about her older brother not being good enough.
"Treasure your family, Arianna."
Watson put down the gift and whispered in Ariana's ear, "I hope you are my daughter, and I hope you will be happy forever."
Push the bear that is about to fall a little.
Watson tiptoedly closed the door and left.
After the room became quiet again, Arianna opened her eyes, looked at the gift next to her, and closed her eyes again.
Still holding the brooch in his hand.
...
