Aberforth Dumbledore!

The owner of the Hog's Head Bar and part-time Dumbledore's younger brother...... Why does this part-time job sound so weird?, however, it is, because of his sister, Aberforth was very reluctant to have anything to do with Dumbledore, and even in the Order of the Phoenix, Van Lin had never heard of the name.

Maybe Sirius they don't know at all...... It should be said that I don't know enough about Dumbledore's past.

However, when he came to the pig's head bar, Ron seemed a little excited, perhaps because of his two older brothers, and Ron knew far more about some of the habits of the pig's head bar than they did.

"You know what?" Ron whispered, his eyes eagerly looking at the bar. "Here we can order anything we want. I bet the guy would sell us anything, and he wouldn't care. I've always wanted to try flame whiskey......"

"You...... You are...... A prefect, Ron!" Hermione said with some resignation.

"Oh," Ron's smile faded. "yes......"

This made Ron a little sluggish, and it was clear that he would have to wait until he was an adult if Hermione was in the presence of Hermione.

However, he immediately thought that Hermione had only been with Van Lin for a long time, and he had not had much contact with Hermione......

"Maybe we can ...... private," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Don't think I didn't hear it, Ron!" Hermione raised an eyebrow, now Ron was getting more and more presumptuous, daring to challenge......

"Van Lin, maybe you should take Hermione to the teahouse for a while. Ron muttered quietly, Hermione was still very prestigious, this was a long-standing prestige.

"Well, actually, we've been. Van Lin took a sip of his butterbeer, his eyes still resting on Aberforth, who was talking not far away.

Strange to Van Lin, he couldn't detect Aberforth's magic at all, and this feeling was the same as Dumbledore's giving him, or ......

No wonder someone was able to intervene in the fight between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Van Lin thought silently as he carefully probed with his magic power, but soon, Van Lin sensed some familiar people, who seemed to be his friends.

Van Lin sat slightly upright, which was conducive to maintaining the image of a teacher, at least he had Harry in charge of teaching them later, as for refusal, those who would refuse would not come here.

"So, who do you say is going to meet us here?" Harry seemed to be a little impatient, unscrewing the rusty lid of the butterbeer and taking a big sip.

"Just a few people," Hermione repeated, looking at her watch and looking anxiously out the door. "I asked them to come here around this time, I think they all know ,——, look, that's probably them. ”

The door to the bar opened, and a cloud of sunlight mixed with dust split the room in two, only to disappear a few seconds later, blocked by a group of people entering. The first to pull were Neville, Thomas, and Colin, followed by Angelina, Arya, and ...... (Harry's stomach tightens) ...... Autumn and a girl who has been chirping with her, and then (she looks like she walked in by chance in a dream.) ）

Then there was Colin's brother, then Vicky and Winnie, Luna and Susan Bonn, Walmart and Wallonia, Ronan, Jeffel, Tom, and then a pigtailed Hefpuff girl whose name Vanlin didn't know, three Ravenclaw boys, and those three boys...... Well, I don't have any impressions either.

Behind him was Ginny, a tall, blond, blue-eyed boy with a nose that he followed closely, and Van Lin vaguely remembered him as a member of the Huffpuff Quidditch team, and at the end of the team was Fred, George, and their friend Lee Jordan, all three of whom were holding large paper bags full of Jokowi.

"It's ...... How many?" Harry said to Hermione uncertainly, "How many?"

"yes, oh, that idea seems pretty popular," Hermione said happily, "Ron, can you go drag a few more chairs?"

The bartender froze, he was wiping a glass with a dirty, as if he had never washed it, and he had never seen so many people in his bar.

"Very well," said Fred, who was the first to the bar, and quickly counted the people who had come with him, "please give us ...... 25 glasses of butterbeer, is that okay?"

The bartender looked at him for a moment, and then, frantically, threw down his cloth as if he had been interrupted by something important, and began to take the dirty Butterbeer from under the counter.

"Cheers," said Fred, splitting out the beers, "but speaking of which, man, I don't have enough money to pay for that ......."

Harry watched as the chirping people took the beer from Fred and fumbled for coins in his robes. He couldn't imagine what so many people were doing here.

"It's okay, I'll ...... it," Van Lin said with a bit of a headache, and he pressed Harry's hand, "Take it as our encouragement for the new students, but, Harry, aren't you happy, Autumn......"

Van Lin said, and walked towards Fred, although it would bring some income to the pig's head bar, but it seemed that Aberforth did not like it.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't find a place either. Van Lin smiled and put a gold Galleon on the counter, and then Aberforth gave Van Lin a strange look, then looked down in the counter, and finally managed to get enough change, and then raced back into Van Lin's hand.

"I don't think it's necessary, but to be on the safe side...... Van Lin bowed slightly, then swiped lightly in the center of the bar, and all the noise around him disappeared.

"Hopefully this doesn't bother you. Van Lin said respectfully, then turned and stepped into the divided tavern.

Unlike Van Lin's side, Harry was a panicked horse......

"What did you tell them?" Harry whispered. Hermione's efficiency had clearly exceeded Harry's expectations, and suddenly a terrible thought came to his mind, they might be expecting a speech or something, and thinking of this, Harry felt like he was almost ......, "What are they expecting?"

"I've already told you that they just want to hear what you're going to say," Hermione said reassuringly.

But Harry still looked at her with distrust, so she quickly added, "You don't have to do anything, I'll speak first." ”

"Hi, Harry," Neville said, beaming as he sat down across from him. Harry tried to smile at him, but didn't speak. His mouth was very dry. Cho had just smiled at him and sat down to Ron's right.

Qiu's friend, with her curly red hair, didn't smile, and looked at him very suspiciously, and the look in her eyes made it clear that if there was a way, she wouldn't come here.

The newcomers sat around Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione, some looking quite excited, others curious, and Luna staring dreamily at the sky, and these people didn't affect her.

When everyone had found their seats, the chatter died down and everyone looked at Harry.

"Yes," Hermione said, her voice a little higher than usual out of nervousness. "So-oh-hello everyone. Attention turned to her again, though eyes were still on Harry from time to time. "So...... Kindness...... Well, everyone knows why they are here. Kindness...... So, Harry's idea—I mean—Harry gave her a sharp look), my idea—might be a good idea for anyone who wants to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts—I mean, real learning, you know, isn't the garbage Umbridge taught us" (Hermione's voice suddenly became stronger and a little more confident) - because no one could call it Defence Against the Dark Arts......"

"Wow! That's right!" Thomas chimed in, Hermione looking encouraged......

"Well, I guess that would be nice if we, oh, take the situation into our own hands. She paused, looked at Van Lin next to her, and continued, "So I'm going to learn how to protect myself properly, not just theoretically, but with real spells......

"But, I bet you want to pass your Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the regular wizard level, right?" said Mosoli, her eyes fixed on Hermione.

"Of course," Hermione said immediately. "But more importantly, I want to get the right defensive training because ...... Because ......," she said, taking a deep breath, "because the Dark Lord Voldemort has returned." ”

The immediate response was predictable. Cho's friend screams and spills the butterbeer all over him. Thomas twitched unconsciously, Angelina trembled as if frightened, and Neville let out a strange cry that he managed to turn into a cough.

In short, all of them looked at Harry intently, more eagerly.

"Well...... That's the plan, one way or another," Hermione said. "If you want to join us, we need to decide what to do......"

"What evidence is there that the man is back?" said Huffpuff's blonde Quidditch member in an aggressive tone.

"Well, Dumbledore believes ......," Hermione began.

"You mean, Dumbledore believes him," a blonde boy nodded to Harry.

"Who are you?" said Ron rather rudely.

"Henrietta," said the boy, "I think we have the right to know what made him think that man had returned. ”

"Look," Hermione quickly interrupted, "that's not what we're going to talk about in this meeting—"

"Alright, Hermione," Harry said. He was just beginning to understand why there were so many people here. He thought Hermione should have thought of it. Some — perhaps most — came hoping to hear his story first-hand.

"What made me think that man was back?" Harry repeated, eyes glued, "I saw him. Dumbledore told the whole school what was going on, and if you don't believe him, you don't have to believe me, and I won't waste an afternoon trying to convince anyone. ”

Everyone seemed to hold their breath as Harry spoke. Harry had a feeling that even the bartender was listening. He wiped the same glass with that dirty cloth, making it even dirtier.

Henrietta said dismissively, "Dumbledore only told us last year that Cedric Diggory was attacked by that man's men, and you returned to Hogwarts alone, and Cedric dropped out of school outright. He didn't tell us the details, he didn't say how Diggory was attacked, why he left, I think we all want to know—"

"If you're here to hear how Voldemort murdered a man, I can't help you," Harry said. His temper, which had been flare-up all these days, rose again, and he did not take his eyes off Henrietta's defiant face, and decided not to look at Autumn.

"I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, you know, if you're here for this, you'd better get out of here. ”

Harry glanced angrily at Hermione, all of which, he felt, was Hermione's fault. She decided to show him as a weirdo, and of course they all came to see how ridiculous his story was.

But no one left their seats, not even Henrietta, though he had been staring intently at Harry's face.

"So," Hermione said, her voice rising again. "So...... As I said...... If you want to learn defense, then we need to plan how we're going to learn it, how often we'll meet and where we'll learn it—"

"Is that true," the girl with the long brown pigtails interrupted her, looking at Harry, "Can you summon a Patronus?"

"Yes," Harry said, a little irritated. "A shapely Patronus?" the phrase brought back some of Harry's memories.

"Well—you don't know Bowes, do you?" Harry suddenly remembered a woman he had met at the hearing.

The girl smiled.

"She's my aunt," she said, "I'm Rosa Boss, and she's told me about your hearing. So- is that true? You summoned a stag patronus?"

"Yes," Harry said.

"Ah, Harry," Lee said, looking shocked, "I don't know this!"

"Mom told Ron not to spread the word about it," Fred said, smiling at Harry. She said that a lot of people would pay attention to you. ”

"She's right," Harry said, and many laughed.

"So did you kill a basilisk with the sword in Dumbledore's office?" Wallon asked, "This is what a portrait on the wall told me last year when I was there......"

"Well—yes, I did, yes," Harry replied quickly. Jordan whistled, and the Weasley brothers exchanged a look of awe.

Harry felt a little hot at the base of his ears, and he looked resolutely at everywhere else, as long as it wasn't autumn.

"When he was in his first year," Neville said loudly to the group, "he protected the Philosopher's Stone—"

"Philosopher's Stone," Hermione corrected.

"Yes, from that man," Neville said at last.

Everyone's eyes were as big as sailing coins.

"Not to mention," Cho said (Harry looked at her sharply, and she was looking at him with a smile, for a moment, um......)" He completed all the tasks in the Warrior Tournament, passed the dragon, the Kraken and the maze and more. ”

There was a round of appreciative discussion around the table. Harry's stomach was stirring, and he tried to adjust his expression to make himself look less elated. The praise that Qiu had just given him had made it all the more difficult to say what he had sworn to tell them.

"Look," he said, and everyone fell silent again, "I...... I don't want me to sound like I'm being modest or something, but ...... I got a lot of help from other people......"

"Not when you passed through the dragon," Moran said immediately. "It's pretty cool when you fly over......"

"yes, well-," Harry said, feeling that it would be rude to deny it. "And no one is going to help you get rid of those Dementors this summer," Wallon said. "No," said Harry, "no, well, I know I did something when no one was helping me, but I want to point to ......"

"Are you trying to avoid showing us something?" said Henrietta.

"I have an idea," Ron exclaimed before Harry could speak, "why don't you shut up?"