"It's too late now!" Madara looked at Voldemort's gloomy face with interest.

"You called him?" Voldemort said in a deep voice.

"Do you think I'm going to kill you, I need to call someone!" Madara said nonchalantly.

"......" Voldemort fell silent, and Quirrell looked confused, not knowing who the two were talking about.

There was a sound of soft footsteps outside, and the broken wooden door of the pig's head bar was pushed open, and a tall old man leaned in, looking very similar to the bar owner just now, with the same white hair and long white beard, but with a half-moon shaped glasses on his nose, which shone with a mysterious light.

The greatest white wizard of the century, Albus. Dumbledore is here!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and in this dilapidated room, three amazing people appeared at the same time, the leader of the White Wizard and the leader of the Dark Wizard, and there was also a mysterious and unpredictable invader from another dimension, Madara Uchiha.

If someone came in at this time, they probably thought they were dreaming, but luckily Dumbledore had already cast his magic to prevent someone from peeping and straying in.

"Didn't you say you don't have a big brother!" Madara broke the silence, his gaze not at Voldemort or at Dumbledore when he met for the first time, but at the old man who appeared again behind the bar.

Aberforth. Dumbledore!

"Humph!" The old man snorted coldly, his identity was Dumbledore's own brother, and he also sent a letter to Dumbledore just now, and at that time Dumbledore was discussing the matter of the Death Eaters with Fudge, Dumbledore looked at his brother's owl, and happened to hear Fudge's report again, and he had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Dumbledore got rid of Fudge and immediately rushed to the Pig's Head Bar, where he met his old acquaintances and a mysterious young man in white robes.

"Long time no see, Tom!"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded to Voldemort, not at all surprised by the Dark Lord's reappearance, his eyes flickered, and he was sure that the person in his heart who had frozen London was the nameless white-robed young man in front of him.

"Dumbledore...... "Although Dumbledore didn't look at Quirrell, he was already frightened, his body trembled, his pale face was like a white paper, the shadow of a famous tree, and he touched Dumbledore with one of Voldemort's minions, completely killing himself.

"That's exactly what happened!" Dumbledore's appearance, Madara was also very surprised, he originally wanted to finish eating and go to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore, but he didn't expect to accidentally run into Voldemort, and it happened to be in the pig's head pub again, when he saw the pig's head bar owner Aberforth leave, he already knew that Dumbledore would definitely come.

When Dumbledore was young, he was friendly with the previous Dark Lord Grindelwald, and one day he met Grindelwald who came to his door, and the two had a good chat, so Dumbledore ignored his crazy sister.

At the time, Dumbledore's younger brother Aberforth. Dumbledore returned home from Hogwarts and saw that Dumbledore had forgotten to take care of his sister Ariana, who had been driven crazy by several Muggle boys in his early years, and was furious, and the two brothers clashed and pulled out his wand, at this time Grindelwald was very angry, thinking that Aberforth was a stupid child, and even hindered his and Dumbledore's grand plans, so he took out his wand and wanted to teach Aberforth a lesson, and the three of them injured the innocent Ariana in the melee, causing her death, which was also the pain of Dumbledore's life.

Since then, his brother Aberforth has been a stranger to him, and as time has passed, Grindelwald, who wants to rule everything, was finally defeated by Dumbledore, and the 'Elder Wand', one of the Three Hallows of Death, fell into the hands of Dumbledore, he was praised by the world, reached the peak of his life, could have become the Minister of Magic, but he chose to become the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Time passed, Aberforth, who was no longer young, took over the centuries-old pig's head bar, compared to his glamorous brother, he was unknown, few people knew about his relationship with Dumbledore, and he never admitted that he had a big brother, but he helped Dumbledore collect a lot of information, time can't eliminate resentment, but it can't erase family affection, he and Dumbledore are brothers after all.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort's tone was as cold as the wind of a cold winter moon, and his eyes flashed red, staring at Dumbledore deadly.

"I haven't asked for this gentleman's name yet!" Dumbledore ignored Voldemort, his eyes still fixed on Madara.

"Madara Uchiha! You're a little fatter than you were on the card! Madara laughed.

"You're not what I thought, the people who froze London in the early morning are so young that they still come here to drink." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Madara's expression, and said something that shocked everyone, but Dumbledore was destined to be disappointed, Madara drank the juice and didn't look at him at all.

Voldemort put his eyes on Madara, a smile appeared in his eyes, it seemed that Madara's crazy behavior was very much to his appetite, he had no doubt about Dumbledore's words, Uchiha Madara definitely had the ability to freeze London.

"I'm here to drink juice, and I met your good student, it's a rare opportunity! Mr. Aberforth, with or without a camera, I'm sure if you had taken this moment, it would have been the headline of all the newspapers in the wizarding world tomorrow, and then your pub would have been all over Britain at once, and maybe it would have remained in the history books. Madara put down the bottle, it was so much fun, the drama of things was always unpredictable.

“……”

Everyone in the room was stunned, Madara's words were beyond their expectations, obviously the man who froze London, and his personality was a little puzzling.

"Madara!" The cat fairy covered her face with her paws, and the atmosphere was obviously very deep, and she was messed up by the spots.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, as if trying to see Madara's true side.

"It's rare to meet together, let's sit down and talk, and I'll invite you to drink juice." Madara was in a state of interest, and the space in front of him began to distort, revealing a large bottle of juice.

"This is ......," Dumbledore and Voldemort grimaced.

Madara stretched out his hand, and the glass on the counter flew onto the wooden table, and Madara unscrewed the juice and poured four cups, the smell of fragrance wafting through the air.

This juice is a delicious food series in the future world, he doesn't like to drink, so he deliberately stored a lot of won juice in the Shenwei space, but he tore off the packaging skin, after all, the future world and the secret props are only known to him and Mao Xiaoxian.

"Mr. Aberforth also tasted it, you called your eldest brother, and I saved me a lot of trouble!" The fingertips flicked on the top of the glass, and with a whoosh, the glass flew smoothly to the bar counter.

"Everyone, please!" Madara took a sip from his glass, raising his glass to Dumbledore and Voldemort.

"What a delicious taste! It's a pity that all I have left is steam and shadows. Voldemort's tone was gloomy.

"Tom, the road is your own, and you can't complain about others." Dumbledore sat down in his chair breezily, a sharp light flashing behind his half-moon glasses.

"Humph! It's disgusting that you're still like this. Voldemort let out a piercing sneer, and no longer bothered Dumbledore, and ordered Quirrell, who dared not speak, "Put on your turban and get out of here!" ”

"Obey my master!" Quirrell waited for this, picked up his black turban, covered his head again, and fled.

Silence returned to the room, and Madara calmly drank the juice, Aberforth glanced at his eldest brother, not surprised that he had deliberately let Voldemort go.

Compared to Voldemort at dusk yesterday, Dumbledore valued the sudden appearance of Uchiha Madara, this white-robed young man had a mysterious origin, disrupted his plans, and most importantly, he had the power to shake the world, if he became a new generation of Dark Lord, Dumbledore didn't dare to imagine what the world would be like.

"Very good juice!" Dumbledore took a sip of the juice and nodded approvingly, staring at the spot with his eyes untraced.

"Looks like you're going to find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Madara smiled.

"Yes! Mr. Madara! Don't mind if I call it that! Dumbledore said politely.

"Feel free!"

"I'd like to invite you to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher!" Dumbledore laughed.

Burst!

The cat fairy, who was drinking juice, squirted out a mouthful of juice and splashed Dumbledore's purple robes.

"I'm sorry!" Mao Xiaoxian hurriedly apologized, just now she heard the funniest joke of this century, someone actually invited Madara to be a teacher, isn't he afraid that Madara will teach bad children!

"It's okay! Is this young lady an Animagus? Dumbledore's bearing was indeed extraordinary, and there was no fluctuation on his face, but his eyes were staring at the cat fairy, revealing a hint of thought.

"It's not!" The cat fairy shook her head, a little confused, not understanding why they all thought they were the one.

Animagus is a very advanced transformation magic, which can be transformed into an animal without the use of a wand, but once it is successfully cultivated, the future transformation form can only be an animal.

"Oh!" Dumbledore nodded, and said no more, after all, everyone has their own secrets, not to mention that he already knew that the cat fairy was not an Animagus, because he didn't find the fluctuation of magic power in the cat fairy at all.

"Mr. Madara, do you agree?" Dumbledore looked at Madara calmly.

"Yes!" The corners of Madara's mouth turned up, he understood that Dumbledore just wanted to spy on him, and at the same time find out his origin and purpose, but he was going to Hogwarts, not just to fight with Dumbledore, it was just a warm-up exercise, he had more important things to do, and now that Dumbledore came to the door, he felt that things were going too well.

"Madara!" Cat fairy couldn't figure out what Madara wanted to do.

"In that case, let's go back to school first, and I'll show you around." A strange look flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and it was clear that Madara had answered so simply that he had thought a little more.

"Okay!" Madara finished the juice, picked up the cat fairy, and left the pig's head bar.

Dumbledore stood up, nodded to his brother Aberforth, and pushed open the broken wooden door of the bar, and neither of the two brothers spoke, perhaps not knowing what to say. rs