Chapter 396 Aberforth breaks into the castle
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The hour hand walked shyly around, the sun pushed the moon with its head, driving it back down the mountain, and a new morning ushered in Hogwarts Castle.
Testing whether the Patronus Charm can summon Ariana into reality must be fully considered, and preferably in the presence of a powerful and harmless wizard.
After thinking about it, Soul thought that Aberforth Dumbledore was the best choice. First of all, as Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, maybe he is not stronger than his brother, but he definitely cannot be underestimated. .
The most important thing is that he knows about Ariana's existence.
Suer tied the newly written letter to the long outstretched feet of little Huihui. The few little owls beside him had grown up a lot, and they were all tilting their heads to look at Suer who came to the owl hut.
The family remained in the small hut Hagrid had prepared for them.
"Cuckoo..." Little Huihui touched Sur gently with his sharp beak, then tilted his head and cooed to his child, then flapped his wings and flew out of the open window of the hut.
But Soul completely ignored one thing...
Ignoring Aberforth Dumbledore's longing for his biological sister and the bond between the two.
then...
In the afternoon...an old man with messy hair, a messy beard, and a few black stains on his clothes broke into the castle.
"I'm still in class, Mr. Dumbledore." Soul said helplessly to the old man who dragged him out of class in front of the little wizards.
"What's so great about the History of Magic, other than having eyes to read? Old Binns can only read to a book." The old goat [Aberforth's nickname] muttered, and then stared at Soul closely. , with eager eyes.
"I came here as soon as I received the letter. Is what you said...true?" His voice trembled at the back.
"I made it very clear on the note. I just said I could give it a try."
"Then let's go try it now." Aberforth grabbed Soul's wrist and walked out, looking impatient.
"Calm down." Suer was pulled out by him and took several steps. "It still needs some time."
"What are you waiting for?!" Aberforth sounded a little restless.
"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet." Suer said helplessly, "We need to find a time, and I also need a quiet and private place to release the Patronus Charm. There has never been any record of anyone in history You should know what it means to be able to summon a patron saint in human form."
"Besides, I don't know if any accidents will happen then."
"I won't hide it from you. My strength has improved a lot during this period. I just think I can give it a try, but I'm not sure I can succeed, and I don't know if I will encounter any danger."
"If I fail, the result may be that I will never be able to release the patron saint. What will you do?"
It is the cruelest thing for people who have seen hope to face disappointment in the end.
Aberforth understood this clearly, so he forced himself to calm down.
Soul breathed a sigh of relief, took the opportunity to pull his hand back, secretly rubbed his wrist, and bared his teeth. Aberforth's hand was also a bit too strong...
"Then what do I need to prepare?" Aberforth asked in a serious tone after calming down.
"Potion, a potion to restore magic power. Secondly, a safe and private place. The rest...I can't give you any advice if you ask me. You can do whatever you want." Suer spread his hands.
"The time will be the first Hogsmeade weekend of this semester."
Aberforth left, and with great motivation, he planned to go to Diagon Alley to withdraw some gold galleons to buy the potion. The value of the potion was not low. Even though he looked slovenly, he was not a poor man.
"Aberforth?" Dumbledore was stunned when he received the reminder in the principal's office.
"Do you need me to do anything? Mr. Principal."
"Thank you for coming all the way to tell me, Diana." Dumbledore whispered his thanks to the witch in the portrait who came to report the news.
"If Aberforth is gone, nothing need be done."
"Okay, Principal Dumbledore." Diana bowed to Dumbledore and disappeared.
"Aberforth...Why did he come to the castle to find Soul..." Dumbledore murmured as he stood in the office with his hands behind his back, looking at the blank portrait frame.
But he himself didn't notice the expectation hidden in his tone.
A gust of wind blew Soul's long hair on his forehead along the window in the corridor. He looked at the white clouds in the sky outside the window, recalling in his mind what he saw in the secret treasure left by Helga Hufflepuff last night. Content..
"It's taboo... What's the difference between someone who can do this and the God of Death..." Suer murmured, shook his head and returned to the classroom, listening to Professor Binns' story with other students. About the history of ghosts, sleepy.
The next few days were calm, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of October [-]th.
The castle was thoroughly cleaned, and all the portraits were scrubbed clean. Those scrubbed figures were very dissatisfied with this. They all huddled and sat in the corners of the picture frames, glumly. Students who passed by and greeted them refused to respond. .
They expressed their protest silently.
Because they believe that the dust and stains on their bodies are witnesses of history.
"Hiss..." A character who had been vigorously scrubbed with a steel ball and a large amount of water touched the newly exposed pink flesh on his face, took a breath, and grinned in pain.
"The castle is really clean." Hermione and Soul happened to pass by it. She reached out and touched the wall under the picture frame. There was no dust on her fingers.
"Indeed." Suer nodded.
"I've never seen anyone wiping things or mopping the floor here." Hermione suddenly felt a little angry.
"This must be all the work of the house elves. You know, they stay up late at night, scrubbing and cleaning here, and prepare food during the day!"
"They do so much and they don't even get any decent remuneration."
"That's not fair at all, is it?"
"Hmm... Is it possible that they did this voluntarily? I mean, they don't need any reward." Suer said tentatively.
"Absolutely impossible! If it were you, would you be happy?"
"You are also a member of spew, how can you say such a thing?!"
"By the way, where's your badge?" Hermione's eyes suddenly dropped to Soul's chest, her brows slightly raised. "You wouldn't have lost it, would you?"
"Or are you, like Harry and the others, feeling that this badge is too embarrassing?" Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Harry and the others are also joining?" Sol asked in surprise, unhurriedly opening his outer robe, and a shining silver badge was pinned to the chest of his underwear.
"Neville, Hannah, and Susan also came in." Hermione nodded with satisfaction and patted Soul's arm gently.
"Performing well."
"Is there any reward? For example..." Suer pointed to the right side of his face and raised his eyebrows.
Testing whether the Patronus Charm can summon Ariana into reality must be fully considered, and preferably in the presence of a powerful and harmless wizard.
After thinking about it, Soul thought that Aberforth Dumbledore was the best choice. First of all, as Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, maybe he is not stronger than his brother, but he definitely cannot be underestimated. .
The most important thing is that he knows about Ariana's existence.
Suer tied the newly written letter to the long outstretched feet of little Huihui. The few little owls beside him had grown up a lot, and they were all tilting their heads to look at Suer who came to the owl hut.
The family remained in the small hut Hagrid had prepared for them.
"Cuckoo..." Little Huihui touched Sur gently with his sharp beak, then tilted his head and cooed to his child, then flapped his wings and flew out of the open window of the hut.
But Soul completely ignored one thing...
Ignoring Aberforth Dumbledore's longing for his biological sister and the bond between the two.
then...
In the afternoon...an old man with messy hair, a messy beard, and a few black stains on his clothes broke into the castle.
"I'm still in class, Mr. Dumbledore." Soul said helplessly to the old man who dragged him out of class in front of the little wizards.
"What's so great about the History of Magic, other than having eyes to read? Old Binns can only read to a book." The old goat [Aberforth's nickname] muttered, and then stared at Soul closely. , with eager eyes.
"I came here as soon as I received the letter. Is what you said...true?" His voice trembled at the back.
"I made it very clear on the note. I just said I could give it a try."
"Then let's go try it now." Aberforth grabbed Soul's wrist and walked out, looking impatient.
"Calm down." Suer was pulled out by him and took several steps. "It still needs some time."
"What are you waiting for?!" Aberforth sounded a little restless.
"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet." Suer said helplessly, "We need to find a time, and I also need a quiet and private place to release the Patronus Charm. There has never been any record of anyone in history You should know what it means to be able to summon a patron saint in human form."
"Besides, I don't know if any accidents will happen then."
"I won't hide it from you. My strength has improved a lot during this period. I just think I can give it a try, but I'm not sure I can succeed, and I don't know if I will encounter any danger."
"If I fail, the result may be that I will never be able to release the patron saint. What will you do?"
It is the cruelest thing for people who have seen hope to face disappointment in the end.
Aberforth understood this clearly, so he forced himself to calm down.
Soul breathed a sigh of relief, took the opportunity to pull his hand back, secretly rubbed his wrist, and bared his teeth. Aberforth's hand was also a bit too strong...
"Then what do I need to prepare?" Aberforth asked in a serious tone after calming down.
"Potion, a potion to restore magic power. Secondly, a safe and private place. The rest...I can't give you any advice if you ask me. You can do whatever you want." Suer spread his hands.
"The time will be the first Hogsmeade weekend of this semester."
Aberforth left, and with great motivation, he planned to go to Diagon Alley to withdraw some gold galleons to buy the potion. The value of the potion was not low. Even though he looked slovenly, he was not a poor man.
"Aberforth?" Dumbledore was stunned when he received the reminder in the principal's office.
"Do you need me to do anything? Mr. Principal."
"Thank you for coming all the way to tell me, Diana." Dumbledore whispered his thanks to the witch in the portrait who came to report the news.
"If Aberforth is gone, nothing need be done."
"Okay, Principal Dumbledore." Diana bowed to Dumbledore and disappeared.
"Aberforth...Why did he come to the castle to find Soul..." Dumbledore murmured as he stood in the office with his hands behind his back, looking at the blank portrait frame.
But he himself didn't notice the expectation hidden in his tone.
A gust of wind blew Soul's long hair on his forehead along the window in the corridor. He looked at the white clouds in the sky outside the window, recalling in his mind what he saw in the secret treasure left by Helga Hufflepuff last night. Content..
"It's taboo... What's the difference between someone who can do this and the God of Death..." Suer murmured, shook his head and returned to the classroom, listening to Professor Binns' story with other students. About the history of ghosts, sleepy.
The next few days were calm, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of October [-]th.
The castle was thoroughly cleaned, and all the portraits were scrubbed clean. Those scrubbed figures were very dissatisfied with this. They all huddled and sat in the corners of the picture frames, glumly. Students who passed by and greeted them refused to respond. .
They expressed their protest silently.
Because they believe that the dust and stains on their bodies are witnesses of history.
"Hiss..." A character who had been vigorously scrubbed with a steel ball and a large amount of water touched the newly exposed pink flesh on his face, took a breath, and grinned in pain.
"The castle is really clean." Hermione and Soul happened to pass by it. She reached out and touched the wall under the picture frame. There was no dust on her fingers.
"Indeed." Suer nodded.
"I've never seen anyone wiping things or mopping the floor here." Hermione suddenly felt a little angry.
"This must be all the work of the house elves. You know, they stay up late at night, scrubbing and cleaning here, and prepare food during the day!"
"They do so much and they don't even get any decent remuneration."
"That's not fair at all, is it?"
"Hmm... Is it possible that they did this voluntarily? I mean, they don't need any reward." Suer said tentatively.
"Absolutely impossible! If it were you, would you be happy?"
"You are also a member of spew, how can you say such a thing?!"
"By the way, where's your badge?" Hermione's eyes suddenly dropped to Soul's chest, her brows slightly raised. "You wouldn't have lost it, would you?"
"Or are you, like Harry and the others, feeling that this badge is too embarrassing?" Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Harry and the others are also joining?" Sol asked in surprise, unhurriedly opening his outer robe, and a shining silver badge was pinned to the chest of his underwear.
"Neville, Hannah, and Susan also came in." Hermione nodded with satisfaction and patted Soul's arm gently.
"Performing well."
"Is there any reward? For example..." Suer pointed to the right side of his face and raised his eyebrows.
