My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 446

Dumbledore was sitting alone in the empty house, half of his face was flushed by the fire, and the other half of his face could always feel the cold of the wind and snow outside the window, his ears were filled with the sound of cold wind. He repeated the action of picking up the dessert from the pile of cockroaches with blurred eyes.

How many years have you not tasted your favorite sweets on this table like today?

Suddenly he felt how uncomfortable it was to sit on the stool under his buttocks. He couldn't help but stand up while holding the armrest, lowered his head, and walked slowly to another chair with his back facing the fireplace. His shoulders weighed the weight of two souls. With a sigh, I sat down, feeling the familiar touch from the cushion, the resilience that was full of elasticity and became loose due to age, and even pulled him directly to the winter night that he never wanted to recall decades ago. .

Wax oil dripped down the candles and candlesticks to the tabletop, like grease splashes when young Ariana swung a knife and fork.

There was a sigh in his ear. Hearing the heavy woman's voice, Dumbledore was suddenly startled. He turned to see that his mother, whom he had not seen for many years, was putting down the knife and fork and extending his arm to wipe the corners of the little daughter's mouth with a towel. , She was a little annoyed, but her eyes were more guilt and pampering.

"Albus, you can't spoil her too much." Candela complained about her elder son. In such a broken family with a rebellious little son and a mentally disordered little daughter, it was her who pushed all the problems to Dumbledore. The only usual and practical method, as expected, Ariana, who was sitting next to Aberforth, couldn't bear her brother being blamed by her mother, and took the initiative to wipe the table with a napkin.

In front of him was a non-existent turkey meal. For this family that was on the brink of collapse, such a Christmas dinner was also a rare luxury.

The family was talking and laughing while tasting the dazzling array of dishes on the table. Only Ariana raised her head to care about him from time to time. Aberforth didn't even think he could see him, and skewed meat in the bowls of his sister and mother. Knock, the only thing left in front of Dumbledore was that funny pile of cockroaches.

He was like an outsider. He broke off a cockroach and threw it into his mouth. The carapace that had melted due to the fireplace was slowly crushed by his teeth. The syrup wrapped in it burst out between his teeth, gradually filling the entire mouth with a bitter feeling. He immediately wrapped all of Dumbledore's taste buds. Instead of spitting out the bitter syrup, he let it ferment on the tip of his tongue.

Aberforth, who was sitting opposite, sneered, and put another piece of freshly cut chicken into his sister's mouth with a fork.

The Christmas dinner went on happily. Dumbledore turned to look around the room—the graffiti left by Ariana, the second-hand brooms Aberforth piled in the corner, the brooms his mother had just put down, and the ones used by Nelson. Dark spots blocked by the cabinet.

He remembered the dark spot. At the end of the dinner, Ariana, who suddenly became emotionally unstable, ushered in a silent eruption as usual, but Dumbledore had already left the restaurant to study in the house at that time. In an explosion capable of destroying the house, Candela Dumbledore was wiped out in order to protect his daughter, leaving only the ugly mark painted on the wall, which became a scar that was difficult to heal in Dumbledore's heart.

He finally understood that the family in front of him was just a fantasy he missed. Even if they were so real, he had not even noticed that Aberforth was not a thin boy back then, but had already become a strong and powerful man.

Dumbledore thought all this was reasonable, because the younger brother had been growing up, but the mother and younger sister stayed on their last day.

"Brother, why are you crying?" Ariana asked, tilting her head, dangling a fork and blinking her big eyes. "Is it not delicious?"

Dumbledore stared at his sensible sister, opened his mouth, and was startled. A line of turbid tears flowed from the corner of his eyes. He finally couldn't hide the pain and longing in his heart, and reached out his hand to reach Ariana's flushed cheek.

But there was nothing there. His hand went straight through Ariana, like stroking bubbles and phantoms, and even shattered everything that he had finally imagined. Ariana's figure flew and collapsed like bubbles in an instant. The brightness of the candlestick in front of him has also diminished a lot. He turned his head and his mother's figure disappeared. Only the big meal on the table was still steaming hot.

He cast his gaze on the last person sitting opposite, the unshaven Aberforth.

"Don't stretch out the dirty hand that you just caught the cockroach," Aberforth said with a fork, still looking like seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied, and frowned Dumbledore's hand. It's disgusting."

"Huh? Aberforth?" Dumbledore blinked, everything in front of him broke free from the fantasy, the rich meal surrounded the pile of roaches, and the mother and sister's seats floated in from the open window. Perhaps it was because they were too similar to their old friends that Dumbledore misidentified them, or perhaps it was because he missed them so much that they regarded such abstract snowflakes as old people.

"I come back every year, I'm not you, Professor Dumbledore," Aberforth snorted coldly, with a deep bone scar on his left face, which was fastened like a staple by dragon scales. He painted some green dragon blood on it, and it looked like he had been beaten by someone. He pointed to the pile of cockroaches on the table, frowned and asked, "What is that? It looks really impressive. Disgusting."

"Pile of cockroaches."

"what?"

"Dessert, Nelson gave me." The window of the cabin was opened from the outside, and Aberforth probably got in from there. The cold wind blew out the candles, which was dimly lit. Because of this, Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and said softly, "It tastes good, but it looks alike."

Hearing this, Aberforth unceremoniously reached out and buckled one from the middle, threw it into his mouth a few swallows, and commented, "It's okay."

"When can you say a good thing from your mouth? My dear brother."

"Nelson, this kid is very good, more responsible than you."

Dumbledore was speechless and shook his head.

"Would you like to eat together? I brought a lot of food," Aberforth asked, pointing to the big meal on the table, "I can't finish it alone, I'm afraid it will be wasted."

"You didn't poison you?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"You have suffered this year," Aberforth pointed to the clip still hanging on Dumbledore's arm. Even with Dumbledore's magic level, it was difficult to pull it off his arm for a while. "Is it strong enough? I put it three years ago."

Dumbledore shook his arm and exclaimed, "Good little curse, if you put these thoughts on practicing magic, you will be very different."

"What then? Become a powerful wizard? Become a black wizard or a white wizard? Become a cold-blooded careerist like Grindelwald or a despicable person like you?!"

Aberforth's emotions finally broke out. He hammered hard against the tabletop, and the fork in his hand even jumped a few centimeters high. Seeing Dumbledore's sad expression, he gritted his teeth and shook his head: "Damn! You're always like this... Eat, eat, and you'll get cold if you don't eat it again."

After all, he tore off a turkey leg and bit by bite as if he was venting. Dumbledore saw his brother starving to death like a reincarnation, chuckled, and brought a elbow in front of him.

The two brothers seemed to be holding a competition. No one thought that the other party could eat so much, not even they themselves.

After eating and drinking, leftovers and broken bones were scattered everywhere. Aberforth lay on a chair to pick his teeth. Suddenly, the cockroach in front of him moved, and he was so frightened that he immediately bounced off the chair. , Pointed to the pile of cockroaches, and sternly shouted: "This is not really a live cockroach you gave me, is it?"

"They seem to have the idea of ​​making a moving pile of cockroaches, but..." Dumbledore blinked, and just in the middle of Aberforth's tasting, a chocolate cockroach was pushed out of it, followed by a milky white one. Nelson's head came out of the exposed hole, and it was Nelson's exclamation mark for Dumbledore.

I saw the little guy slid down from the hill of cockroaches, using a weight that did not match his tiny body to tidy up the dining table. As Nelson said, they are professional in cleaning.

"Does the dessert shop consider the customer's inability to clean?" Aberforth lay back and stared at the exclamation mark with interest. "Is this also given to you by Nelson?"

"It looks like it should be."

"Interesting, actually walks with his head," Aberforth reached out his hand, grabbed the villain, and after fiddling a few times, put it back on the dining table. "When will he give me the whole one."

"When you were away, he stuffed your shop with this kind of stuff," Dumbledore said. "This is what my friend told me. Nelson seems to be worried about your broken bar being invaded by gangsters."

"Your friend? Is that the thief who's indiscriminately stealing?" Aberforth shrugged and said disdainfully, "You are indeed suitable for making more friends of this kind...but Nelson really still knows who is good to him."

"Everyone has their own value," Dumbledore stretched out his hand and finally took the clip off his wrist. It was bruised there. He looked at Aberforth and asked softly, "You are here today too. Are you arguing?"

"No, I never quarrel with people like you, waste time," Aberforth denied, and choked again. His expression quickly became serious, and he picked up a cup to buckle the exclamation point. The voice said, "Recently, Numongad has made a big move. Many wizards have avoided the closely monitored Numongad and the center, and brought some dangerous magical animals to Bulgaria."

"It doesn't sound very secretive?"

"Merlin's snuff bottle... Damn, where do you think the wound on my face came from?" Aberforth said angrily, "I am one of them. The scars I left."

"Fantastic animals? Is it really useful?" Dumbledore murmured, "History keeps telling us that it is really difficult for wizards to use the power of magical animals. They are not easy to control."

"Unexpectedly, you are still studying history?" Aberforth seized the opportunity to choke again, and continued, "It's not that kind of very powerful magical animals, but rare magical animals and magical animals that are in circulation on the market. Lord, if it weren't Newmondgard, and it wasn't so sneaky, I would even think it was just a large-scale smuggling of magical animals."

"There is a lot of circulation on the market?" Dumbledore frowned. "Owl? Toad?"

"It's not the kind of pets, but the magical animals used to make potions and alchemy props." Aberforth shook his head and said, "The factory Nelson operated purchases a large amount of similar raw materials every day, and these magical animals are entrained. They were introduced secretly because they were too scattered and did not receive too much attention from the outside world. I seriously doubt that they are planning to make large quantities of things that cannot be seen there."

"Is there a specific list?"

"have."

Aberforth took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, as if he had just wiped his nose, and pushed it towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore slipped it into his arms without even looking, and continued to ask, "Is there anything else to discover?"

"Grindelwald likes to play with building blocks recently. Does this count?"

"Forget it." Dumbledore nodded. "As long as it is related to him, it counts."

"If it counts," Aberforth glanced at Dumbledore in surprise. He always felt that Dumbledore just wanted to know what's going on in Grindelwald, but he thought for a moment and said, "He's still next to Newmontgard. On the back of the mountain, he built a scaffolding with wooden sticks, not allowing other people to approach, but I don't understand what it was for. He also tied a lot of kites on that shelf. It seemed that he wanted to go to the sky to stroll around. He failed in the end. In addition, he ordered someone to bring in some Muggle books and send them to his black tower. The content was basically about Muggle science and engineering, but I don't think he could understand it. "

"Well…"

"The rest are all with Nelson, but his group of friends are as slippery as loach, with many perverted rules, and they can't get in at all," Aberforth scratched his head. "I only applied for one day of vacation. UU reading www.uukanshu.com will go back soon and continue feeding the dragon, what else do you want to know?"

"Want to see them with me?" Dumbledore looked at the empty seat at the table.

"I go every year, but you, it's time to go and see it." Aberforth released the exclamation point from the cup, raised his wand, and slowly turned his body until it disappeared.

Dumbledore sighed, got up and walked towards the door.

"How could I not come for a long time?"

"If that wasn't the clumsy joke Credence and Nelson made to me together... could you guys come back too?"

In the wind and snow, the figure of someone gradually disappeared.

"Where is the treasure, where is the heart."

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