O.W.Ls last Hogsmeade weekend before exams, and it was the last time the fifth-year students had to spare.

Here there is a tavern at the end of a path. A splintered wooden sign hung from a rusty stand above the door, with a stern boar's head dripping with its blood dripping on the white cloth around it. As they approached, the sign creaked in the wind.

The Pig's Head Bar, hundreds of years ago, was used by the goblins as the headquarters of the rebellion. It was a small, dark, and very dirty room, and it smelled strong, goat-like.

But some wizards prefer this place to the three broomsticks, and Hagrid once traded Voldemort for a dragon egg here. Aitch is also one of the ones who likes this place, because it is dark and remote.

The boss wiped his glass, "What do you order?" ”

"Honey water, thank you."

"Two Galleons." The owner was an old man who had lived alone for many years, and had the same blue eyes as Dumbledore.

"I heard you're the youngest assistant at Hogwarts?" This is the identity assigned by the school to the dueling club instructor.

"Well-informed, Aberforth." Despite the fact that the boss in front of him and Dumbledore were brothers, Aitch preferred to call him by his first name rather than his last name.

"I think you're smart enough......" Aberforth muttered.

"My brother Albus always needed something like this," Aberforth said, "and his great plans were always going to hurt somebody." Edge, you're going to get out of this school right now, and if you can, out of this country. Forget about my brother and his clever plans. ”

The two had only known each other for two years, from third year to today, but Aitch had a better relationship with him than with Albus (the Headmaster of Hogwarts).

"You don't understand......" Aitch didn't respond to him.

"Oh? I don't understand? Aberforth said calmly, "Do you think I'll not understand my own brother?" Do you think you know Albus better than I do? ”

"I didn't mean that," Aitch replied. "It is precisely because of the complexity of the current situation that I have no confidence in him to stay."

"And ......," said Aitch with annoyance, "I am also responsible for the way things have gotten." ”

"I know my brother, Edge. He's really smart. Aberforth's eyes moved to the portrait of the girl hanging above the mantelpiece. But it also means danger. ”

The girl in the portrait is Dumbledore's younger sister, who went insane at a very young age due to Muggle interference in spell casting.

"Got it." Aitch heard the advice.

"Don't think I'm joking." Aberforth saw Edge's perfunctory, "He almost went on a big career with Grindelwald back then." ”

Grindelwald is the Dark Lord of the previous generation, and he is even older than Voldemort.

"Power, fame...... He wanted to make the name Albus Dumbledore one of the greatest in the history of magic. Two smart, talented, like-minded people. They talked about everything from plans to start a new wizarding organization, to finding holy relics, to everything they were interested in. ”

"Almost, 'that man' might continue to be his student." Aberforth meant that if Dumbledore and Grindelwald had become the Dark Lord together, Voldemort would have been their successor instead of the two opposing sides.

Back at Hogwarts, Dumbledore found a night to move Harry into a classroom. For the eighth Horcrux, it's time to deal with it.

"I'm here I go." Aitch took out his wand and cast a sleep charm to prevent Harry from waking up suddenly. Neither of them wanted him to know about Harry being a Horcrux as well.

Ahead of it was a success, and Edge's wand conjured an illusory hook that pulled through Harry's lightning scar and little by little.

It was a very delicate work of the door, and a wisp of black silk thread was wrapped around the hook, which was pulled out and led into a bottle.

But immediately, Aitch stopped casting. An unexpected situation occurred.

In the soul that Aitch draws out next, there is actually black and white! This was something Aitch had never encountered before dealing with Horcruxes.

But Aitch could also guess that one of the two entangled souls was Voldemort's and the other Harry's.

"What's going on?" Dumbledore asked. Standing nearby, he saw Aitch return all the souls to Harry.

"Nope." Aitch looked ugly, "Voldemort's soul and Harry's are entangled, and there is no way to separate them. ”

"If I take out Voldemort's soul fragment, Harry's will be extracted and turned into a corpse."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Then Gryffindor's sword is useless?" ”

According to their original guess, Voldemort's soul only resides in the lightning scar, and Harry's well water does not interfere with the river water. But over the past few years, Voldemort and Harry's "divine friendship" has caused their souls to "live in harmony" and become inseparable.

This state of being prosperous and dependent on life and death, even the sword in Dumbledore's hand is useless, unless the two of them can hate and execute Harry.

"So be it." Dumbledore said calmly, as if the night's futility hadn't caused him any major problems. With a wave of his wand, Harry was sent back to his bedroom.

No third person knew about the night's events, and Harry only complained about his dizziness, and everyone was focused on the exams ahead.