"You don't understand anything, Jon Hart!" Aberforth Dumbledore said with a serious face.

Jon couldn't help but be stunned, and he looked at Aberforth in surprise:

"Mr. Dumbledore, I don't understand......" Jon said earnestly.

"Do I really know my brother?" Aberforth-Dumbledore asked unceremoniously.

"I want to ...... I might ......," Jon said hesitantly.

But Aberforth interrupted him rudely:

"My brother, the great Albus Dumbledore...... There are many people who can really recognize him...... He grew up keeping secrets and lies, and that's how we grew up. Albus...... He's an absolute genius at that. ”

The old man's eyes moved to the portrait of the girl hanging above the mantelpiece. It's the only painting in the entire room.

Aberforth said quietly: "He has always shown his glorious side...... He is extremely gifted and talented...... He's always wanted to get ahead, he wanted to get honor......"

"His desires were forever concealed under that polite appearance, under that gentle and humble gesture, and later in that cynical behavior...... Even I have been deceived by his false appearance......"

"Isn't it surprised?" Aberforth sneered, "Isn't it different from what you thought Dumbledore?"

"He is still a man of extreme selfishness, a man of extreme indifference...... "more selfish and indifferent than you think...... He never thinks about other people's feelings, he always thinks only about himself...... When he was young, he would only dream of his own spring and autumn season, and then when he got older, he began to sacrifice everything for his so-called justice......"

......

Aberforth-Dumbledore gasped heavily, it seemed that these words had been holding in his heart for a long time.

"Did he mention me to you?" he looked up again and roared, "did he mention me, his only living relative, did he mention his sister who was killed, did he mention Ariana?"

"If I'm not mistaken, I think I mentioned it!" Jon replied calmly.

Aberforth's face was visibly stunned.

"It's supposed to be January of this year...... When Professor Rubeus-Hagrid revealed his identity as a half-blood giant, in order to comfort Professor Hagrid, he seemed to have mentioned you......" Jon thought for a moment, and then imitated vividly:

"My own brother, Aberforth, has been prosecuted for indiscriminately using magic on a goat. It was all over the newspapers, but did Aberforth go into hiding? No, not at all! He kept his head high and went his own way! Of course, I wasn't sure he could read, so he probably wasn't ......bold."

The expression on Aberforth's face was a little strange.

"Also, that home ......visit during the summer vacation of the second year," Jon continued, "and he told me and my parents that his nose was broken by a goat......"

Jon shrugged, "I don't think it's hard to get your nose back together if it's really a normal goat." ”

"As for Miss Ariana Dumbledore......" Jon looked up at the oil painting on the wall.

The little girl in the painting smiled again and beckoned to him.

"In our first year, Professor Dumbledore once gave us a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson...... It's about the Boggart......" Jon said calmly, "When the Boggart ran up to Professor Dumbledore, it turned into a disembodied black mist......"

“...... And the Mirror of Eris...... Harry Potter once told me...... Dumbledore was in the Mirror of Eris and saw him holding a pair of thick woolen socks in his hands...... Poor Harry thinks it's just a joke, but I don't think so!" Jon continued.

In the basement of the Pig's Head Bar, there was a brief silence.

The girl on the oil painting wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Aberforth was the same, a few tears flashing across his old face.

......

"You're smart, Hart!" Aberforth Dumbledore, who had regained his composure, spoke again, "but you're still ...... Didn't understand anything......"

"I know, Mr. Dumbledore!" Jon shrugged, "But I can guess!"

He added: "It's not that I'm bragging, I guess things are generally accurate!"

The girl in the painting sneered and laughed, but when she saw her brother and her brother's guests staring at her at the same time, Ariana Dumbledore quickly covered her eyes shyly.

"I've heard of it!" Aberforth said lightly, not surprised by this.

"Mr. Dumbledore, if your brother is really as bad as you say. Jon asked rhetorically, "Why did you stay incognito in Hogsmeade for more than half a century?"

"How do you know I've been at the pig's head bar for half a century?" Aberforth looked up.

"That's a guess...... However, there is also a basis, because I suspect that the tables and chairs on the second floor have not been cleaned for half a century. ”

"Fifty-two years, to be exact...... Aberforth replied, "I moved here with Ariana when my brother became Headmaster of Hogwarts!"

The girl on the painting nodded her head as well, echoing her brother's point of view.

"That's right......" Jon smiled.

"But you still don't understand anything, Jon Hart!" Aberforth Dumbledore suddenly looked up, the expression on his face a little excited:

"Why do you think my brother values you?" he growled, "It's just that he sees the shadow of that man in you...... What do you think you're going to end up with...... There are few people who follow my brother and get a good death in the end. ”

A "bang" suddenly came from behind Aberforth.

It came from the oil painting to be precise, because the book in Ariana Dumbledore's hand fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Ariana......" Aberforth said, a little annoyed, "I said the wrong thing......"

Ariana didn't look at her brother, but looked up at Jon.

She shook her head softly at Jon.

......

Aberforth-Dumbledore led Jon to the door of the Hog's Head Bar and watched him put the ring back on.

"Remember what I said today, Hart!" he leaned into Jon's ear, "You'll regret it one day...... Because my brother is even more selfish than you think!"

The strong smell of mutton smoky smoky Jon's face.

"What the hell was it today......" Ten minutes later, when Jon re-entered the Hogwarts campus to be inspected by Filch...... He muttered to himself.