Silver's feet touched the pavement, and the streets of Hogsmeade didn't look like much, with the silhouette of the dark mountains in the distance, the bend leading to Hogwarts ahead, and the dimly lit windows of the Three Broomsticks Bar, which looked like business was not doing well.

"Quies", Silver whispered a spell to his wand, causing an invisible ripple in the air, and the magic alarm that was about to go off immediately stopped.

Silver tightened his cloak and walked quickly, turning into the last side street, knocking on a door on the left side of the street. After waiting for a while, there was a creaking sound of the latch of the door, the door opened, and a rough voice said, "Come in, quick!" ”

Silver did not hesitate to comply.

"Go upstairs, we'll talk about it later," said a tall figure, and slammed the door shut.

At this moment, in the faint light of a lone candle, the tattered, dirty, sawdust-strewn bar of the pig's head bar was illuminated. Silver walked behind the counter and through another door, where there was a rickety wooden staircase, and he climbed up. At the top of the staircase was the living room, with a worn carpet, and a small fireplace, above which hung a large oil painting of a blonde girl looking blankly but tenderly.

The man tightened the curtains and sat down on a rickety chair.

"Alright, Jack. Silver, why are you here at this time? Don't you know it's very dangerous? The man spoke very politely, "I was startled when Neville told me. ”

"There's something that makes me have to come to Hogwarts, Aberforth." Silver pulled out a chair as well, "Mind if I drink some butterbeer?" ”

"Just take it yourself." Aberforth waved his hand impatiently, "Whatever the reason, you shouldn't have come, boy, if it has anything to do with Albus, then you shouldn't have come." ”

"Thank you." Silver used the Flying Charm to get a bottle of butterbeer, opened it and drank it straight from the bottle.

"I was so thirsty that I didn't drink any water all the way." Silver burped contentedly, "Aberforth, why do you say that?" ”

"You can dodge the howling curses of the cubs' minions, but you can't dodge Albus's machinations, even if he dies." The barkeeper grunted angrily, and behind the dirty lenses, a pair of blue eyes appeared bright and sharp. "What's more, he's alive again now."

The light shone on Aberforth's glasses, and the dirt-covered lenses suddenly turned opaque, splints-like bright white.

"Listen, Silver, you'd better get out of here as soon as possible, away from Hogwarts, or even away from England, to South America—I heard your family went there, and that's wise." Aberforth said, "You can't wade through this muddy water right now, neither my brother nor the demon is in equal danger. ”

"I'm a little surprised to hear you say that about Albus." Silver said.

"My brother Abu wants a lot of things," said Aberforth, "and people are often hurt in carrying out his grand plans, and he has never been a benevolent man, or he does not waste any mercy on those who are not planned, and he is no different from your great-grandfather." ”

"So I say, watch out for my brother Albus, he's not a simple wizard, nowhere near as harmless as the chocolate frog wizard card introduces." Aberforth snorted.

"I know, but that's why I have to come." Silver said.

"I think it would have been better for him to have just died." Aberforth said, "What have you been like until Hogwarts?" It's the same with him or not, the minions of the cubs persecute the underage wizards, and he hides behind the scenes, like a hibernating viper, it's a miracle that he didn't enter Slytherin in the first place. He doesn't love his students as much as he seems. ”

"There's a lot of facet to everybody, Aberforth." Silver said, "That adversary's strength is so terrifying, it's terrifying, I suspect he's not a soul splitter." I was nearly blocked by him during my attack on their field stronghold last weekend, and I lost a small group of Adamantite golems to escape. ”

"You mean?"

"I think we misjudged." Silver whispered, "The demon who is now riding on the head of the Ministry of Magic as the Emperor is probably not a mysterious person's distraction at all, but another guy." ”

"It can't be!" Aberforth was incredulous.

"I don't want to believe it, but all indications are that he's a different person entirely. I've only told you about this so far, but one of the purposes of my visit to Hogwarts is to discuss this with Albus. Silver placed the finished beer bottle on the table, "I've got to figure out what I'm dealing with." (To be continued.) )

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