Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Dumbledore.”

The furnishings in Hog’s Head are still the same, with dust and stains everywhere. Although Marx doesn’t care about this, he still feels that at least it will be more comfortable.

Of course, he didn’t come tonight to let Aberforth clean the bar.

“What are you doing here? For you, is there enough room to go?” Aberforth stopped the glass in his hand and impatiently.

“It’s Christmas Eve today, everyone can take a break. It’s okay for me to have a drink, isn’t it?” Marx didn’t care.

“Come a cup? Hey… is it?”

Aberforth sneered in unconsciously, and immediately pulled out a long strip of wine from the wine rack behind him, and opened the bottle to pour the wine into a large cup.

It can be seen from the rich bubble, it should be some kind of beer. But Marx saw that the wine had a strange taupe.

“Drink! Today, this cup is my request -” Aberforth looked at Marx calmly. “I think you will finish it, are you? Merry Christmas!”

He said, pushing the eccentric beer to Marx, and then posing a look of residual calm and composed while handling pressing affairs.

“Oh… alright!” Marx looked at the pint of beer with a deep look, and couldn’t help but nodded. “If you think this is fine…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the goblet and poured a big swig into his mouth, and his face wrinkled in an instant.

That taste, saying that suffering is not bitter, saying that it is not hot, is that there is an extraordinary horror. He felt that he could bear it, but the taste was hard to swallow.

But today, this wine, he has to drink at least a bit.

“This…” Marx swallowed hard, and then put out a long breath, “What is this wine?”

“‘Gamp’s vintage symphony,'” Aberforth stared at him. “Leaky Cauldron’s brand, named after the first Ministry of Magic’s last name-“

“That’s the wine that rewards 100 gold galleons?” Marx said bitterly. “No wonder no one has ever won a prize since the 18th century…this…who can drink it?”

“There was only one person who could drink it,” Aberforth said faintly. “It’s Gamp himself.”

“…fortunately, you didn’t say it was yourself.” Marx shook his head.

“hmph, I said, would you finish it?” Aberforth said coldly, “Say! Kid, why did you come to me tonight?”

Marx hearing this, slightly paused.

To be honest, at the moment he doesn’t look as calm as it is in normally. From the perspective of others, he always feels hesitantly hesitant.

Although Aberforth is five big and three thick, he often speaks vulgarly when he speaks, but his mind is very delicate and has a keen insight into the behavior of others.

Although Marx has only been here a few times, Aberforth has seen it before that he is not quite right.

“…well,” Marx shrugged said. “Don’t you just say it? Come and drink a glass of wine, that’s it.”

Aberforth frowned, the big white beard shook anxiously.

“Drink it!” He pointed to the cup in front of Marx and decisively.

Marx glanced at him, but this time he didn’t say anything, but gently sighed. Then he grabbed the cup again, and snorted and sighed and poured a large cup into his throat.

In the end, he really couldn’t drink it. He had to put the cup on the bar again.

“I’m not sure what’s going on in your brain, and I don’t care about that.” Aberforth glared at Marx again. “I just want to ask you one thing – you are satisfied.” ?”

“No, I am not-” “Don’t deny it!”

Marx’s words were interrupted by Aberforth.

“Yes, I was not sure about it just now. From the moment you started to deny, I have enough reason to be convinced of my guess–” Aberforth was impatient and impatient. “Is it enough? I don’t have to You are such a child to worry about!”

“Hey, Aberforth…” Marx opened his mouth, but he didn’t know what to say.

But he did not say, Aberforth continued to say it.

“… Still, do you think that Albus’s death is also your responsibility? So I ran to me on this Christmas Eve to toss?” The old man gave him a look. “Don’t dream, this is my big. Brother, his own responsibility, your brain is so good – even Albus praised you here, can you not understand?”

Marx was a little silent for a while, but in the end he could only gently say it with a voice that only he could hear: “…no, you don’t understand.”

For Albus Dumbledore himself, Marx doesn’t have any embarrassment.

As Aberforth said, the death of his big brother is only his own choice, not to mention that Dumbledore does not really “die” for a real wizard.

Dumbledore’s early death, but there is no doubt a change brought by Marx. He does not apologize to Albus Dumbledore, but does not mean that he does not apologize to others.

The death of Albus Dumbledore means that his Aberforth Dumbledore has become a real person – he has no other relatives.

Marx not only failed to save the matter, but also brought this thing ahead of time.

Aberforth is an old man who can make Marx feel good. Even if he is rude and unreasonable, he always has no good face for him.

This sturdy old wizard is very different from his big brother. Every word of his own is expressing his inner feelings bluntly, never acting in a cover-up manner.

So, Marx didn’t see Professor Dumbledore as a very close person from start to finish, but he was always willing to make friends with his younger brother.

But what about Marx’s “early death of Dumbledore”?

He just didn’t expect that Aberforth not only had a good memory, but his insight was extremely sharp, and he guessed his idea so quickly that he was eight-nine.

This can only be said that this Christmas Eve tonight, he is indeed a bit too relaxed.

“…The death of Albus has nothing to do with you, I can still be sure of this.”

Aberforth took the cup in front of Marx and then gave him a bottle of Butterbeer. He said casually. “Before he left, I used to come to me like this…”

As he said, he looked intently and glanced at the room. In the direction he was in sight, there was a magic portrait depicting a young girl, but it was not visible here.

Marx knows that Professor Dumbledore is here, probably to see the younger sister together with the younger brother.

“Dumbledore… I mean, what did your big brother say to you?” Marx asked.

“Nothing to say,” Aberforth didn’t feel good. “What would he say? He was like that when he was young, he couldn’t say anything… but he didn’t say it, I can’t see it? I saw him. As you can see, the big brother is back when you are young! It’s all unrealistic ideas…”

“Oh…” The younger brother accused the big brother, which was a contradiction between family members, and Marx could only comment.

“…so I also know that no matter what he died for, it is undoubtedly his own choice.” Aberforth said coldly, “I am not dead? Anyway, I am old, and which one is still not visible?” ”

“That…” Marx indifferent expression. “You heard about the funeral? Are you going?”

“hmph, do you want me to go?” Aberforth asked in a meaningful way.

He said so, Marx knew it in his heart – the old man had a clear mind and hidden in his heart, and it was no wonder that Professor Dumbledore could rest assured that he was lurking here as an eyeliner.

To say that this Aberforth is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, there are not many people who know it. Especially after the reconstruction of the Order of the Phoenix, it was only Kingsley and Moody who had negotiated with him.

Even Mundungus, who occasionally makes deals with him, is not sure that this bar, Boss, is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

“Okay!” Marx was nodded. “At that time, some of the personnel scheduling matters will be handed over to you – I will let Kingsley and you explain that you are responsible for him.”

“Yeah.” Aberforth snorted, indicating that he will work together.

This action is actually not as convenient as it used to be, especially when it comes to command, and more people are needed to adjust it temporarily.

Because this time, the situation is not good, and it is difficult to formulate a series of plans in advance.

Marx heated his Butterbeer and poured it into his throat, and he drank it in a while.

Since Aberforth is so calm about the death of his big brother, it is naturally difficult for him to care. Even if you are still worried, you can only stay on one side and stop thinking about it.

After drinking the drink, Marx took a sigh of heat and stood up and walked out.

“In short, be careful, this situation may be a bit confusing.” He left such a sentence, he pushed the wooden door of the bar and left here.

Aberforth looked at the door and closed it, and then he took the goblet pack a bit, and went to the door in advance and moved in.

Hog’s Head rarely fights early, but today is Christmas Eve, and it will not come to the guests. Even if someone wants to go out and have a drink and talk for a day, most of them will go to the Three Broomsticks Inn on the other side of the Hogsmeade, instead of choosing to run here.

Aberforth sat at the small table in the back room, poured himself a bit of wine, and looked at the portrait on the wall.

“Ariana, Merry Christmas.”

The calm-looking blond girl in the painting gently nodded to him, and a slight invisible smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.