"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry Potter almost blurted out at the sight of that somewhat familiar face.

"I've never been a professor!" muttered the man opposite, "I'm just an ordinary hostess." ”

At the same time, he looked down at Mrs. Rosmerta, who had been knocked unconscious by him, and after confirming that the other party was completely unconscious, he put away his wand.

Harry raised his wand with some vigilance, but was slightly relieved to see that the other party was not hostile to the two of them. Some couldn't help but take a few steps closer to him, and take a closer look at his face, which was obscured by long, string-like white hair, and a pair of glasses, behind which were keen, intelligent blue eyes.

Indeed, the old man in front of him was not Albus Dumbledore, but just looked alike.

If Harry remembers correctly, he seems to be the eccentric hostess at the Hog's Head Bar...... It's just that he's always wearing a hood before, but today he took it off.

"Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore!" Jon was not surprised by this, and calmly greeted the waitress at the pig's head bar.

"Good evening, Hart. They nodded calmly at Jon.

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Harry only felt his mind getting muddled up.

Harry...... This is Mr. Aberforth-Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore's younger brother and his only surviving family member. Jon took Rahari's hand and introduced him.

But his voice became more and more low.

"So you're Professor Dumbledore's brother!" Harry snapped into his eyes, no wonder he had almost mistaken the other for Professor Dumbledore...... Harry suddenly realized that although he had spent a lot of alone time with Professor Dumbledore, he had never heard the other person talk about his private affairs.

And the tone in which Jon spoke also made Harry notice something unusual.

Could it be that —

......

"She's under the Imperius curse, poor woman. Pointing to Mrs. Rosmerta, who was lying on the ground, Aberforth explained: "At eight o'clock this evening I saw her sneaking into the alley opposite Lady Padiv's teahouse, meeting two mysterious men with hoods, and then coming here as if looking for someone...... Maybe it's looking for you. ”

"Two mysterious men with hoods......" Harry was stunned, "Could it be...... Hogsmeade has also infiltrated the Death Eaters, if they are in harmony with the Death Eaters in Hogwarts...... Where are the two Death Eaters, Mr. Aberforth?"

"At the Hog's Head Bar. The waitress at the pig's head bar muttered, "Those two fools, it took me a minute to get them done as soon as Rosmerta left, and then tied them up in one of the dirtiest rooms upstairs in my room." ”

Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked some curious questions: "How do you know ......"

Aberforth-Dumbledore replied, "Yes...... No, my brother told me months ago, that poor woman had fallen under the Imperius Curse. I've been secretly following her whereabouts for the past few months, and tonight I saw her sneakily coming out of three brooms, so I followed. ”

"It was Professor Dumbledore's arrangement......" Harry nodded, and it seemed that Professor Dumbledore's opinion was the same as Hermione's original guess. He asked again, "What about the others, did Dumbledore teach him to fight the mystery man at Hogwarts?"

Aberforth-Dumbledore shook his head, and he turned his back to Harry and looked in the direction of Hogwarts Castle.

Even though he couldn't see the other man's face, Harry could feel the sadness in his voice.

"Although I don't agree with it, many of my brother's ideas ......," Aberforth said in a deep voice, "but I have to admire what he has done today, and I have to admire his courage and sacrifice." ”

Follow the direction the other person is looking at, the sky in the direction of Hogwarts. Seeing the scene in front of him, Harry's heart was filled with fear...... Sure enough, it was there, hanging over the school: the dazzling green skeleton with a serpentine tongue spitting out its mouth, and the Death Eaters broke into a building whenever they wanted...... Kill someone wherever you are...... All have to leave such a mark......

"Could it be Professor Dumbledore...... He really ......" Harry muttered as he felt his whole body tremble.

"Let's go, Harry. Jon sighed and patted Harry lightly on the shoulder:

"Where are we going, Jon?" Harry felt as if the sky had fallen.

"Back to Hogwarts. ”

......

A few minutes later, in front of the ruins of the Hogwarts Astronomical Tower, or more precisely the rest of the Astronomical Tower.

Countless witches and wizards, as well as some of the senior students, gathered here...... The expressions on many people's faces were very frightened.

"Who really knows the truth?" screamed Professor Minerva-McGonagall, looking directly at Alastor Moody and asking, "Where are they...... I don't believe Albus couldn't have died like this!"

"Look, they're coming. The Mad-Eye shrugged and pointed to the path that led to Hogsmeade.

At the end of that road, three figures appeared.

An old man, plus two young boys.

"Aberforth?" Professor McGonagall froze.

Apparently she knew the other person, he was Albus Dumbledore's own brother, and the only remaining member of the Dumbledore family except for the Headmaster. At a Order of the Phoenix party decades ago, she had met the eccentric old man and had never heard from him since.

I only vaguely heard the headmaster reveal that this younger brother of his has been secretly working for the Order of the Phoenix.

Not only McGonagall, but Flitwick, Kingsley, and Arthur, the older generation of Order of the Phoenix, all crossed paths with Aberforth.

"Could it be ......" Professor McGonagall only felt cold in her hands and feet, and had a rather bad feeling.

Aberforth-Dumbledore nodded at them.

"Harry!" Ron and Ginny rushed forward and held Harry Potter, who was already paralyzed there.

Ron inadvertently glanced at the boy holding Harry, and let out a strange cry of fear, "Hah...... Ha...... Hart...... You're not already ......"

In addition to Ron, many people also saw Jon Hart, the man who should have died, reappeared in front of them.

But at this moment, there is something more important -

Aberforth...... Could it be ......?" Professor McGonagall's voice trembled.

"Yes. Aberforth-Dumbledore nodded, "Albus-Dumbledore, dead!"