Aberforth glanced at Lupin and said coldly, "Remus... He handed it over to you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"What happened to make you two fight so much?" the students below were terrified..."Lu Pingxian asked helplessly.

Both of them joined the Order of the Phoenix founded by Dumbledore more than ten years ago during Voldemort's rampant period, but Aberforth did not show up much, Lupin only met him a few times, and always thought that he was an old man with a strange personality, and he still had an impression of him because he was Dumbledore's younger brother.

As soon as he recognized the person's identity, it was difficult for Lupin to do it again.

After all, as Roger said, family disputes... If he catches up when he is moving, he can still stop the persuasion fight, but now that the fight is over, he is really difficult to care about as an outsider.

"It's just a little bit of a squabble," Aberforth said, waving his hand to divert the subject, "I'm a little curious as to how you ended up here..."

"I was invited by Dumbledore to be Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts here. Lupin said mildly.

Aberforth nodded, glanced at Roger, who was crouching beside Dumbledore and playing with the Elder Wand, and stretched out his hand to beckon the boy: "Little one, come with me, I have something to ask you." ”

Roger casually threw the Elder Wand back on the blanket that Old Deng was covering, stood up and walked over.

"Wait—" Lupin hurried two steps after him, but was interrupted by Aberforth.

"If there's anything you have to say when he wakes up, ask him ......," he said roughly, pointing to a fainting Dumbledore, an attitude that did not at all match his wise image of a large beard.

With that, Aberforth led Roger to the stairs first.

Roger patted Professor Lupin on the shoulder, "Look, I told you a long time ago... Professor Dumbledore I looked at it, rest assured, I wasn't smashed stupid......"

Lupin opened his mouth and didn't stop him again, the top priority now was to wake up the headmaster, even if Roger said so, he was not very relieved.

Someone who... Being scooped from behind by armor is not a minor injury for an old man over a hundred years old.

When the two figures, one old and one young, disappeared at the top of the stairs, Lupin pointed his wand at Old Deng, making him float smoothly. He prepares to go to Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor.

Although Lupin also knows some healing techniques, it is better to leave professional matters to professional people......

Aberforth, who had beckoned Roger downstairs, was walking ahead.

"What is your purpose?" the old man's voice also showed a hint of tiredness in the ears of the boy behind him, the one-sided battle just now was not as easy as it seemed.

Roger followed the old man's footsteps with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile on his lips: "Purpose? Helping others is a sign of personality sublimation, and I am a good person~"

"...!"

Aberforth's impulsive personality is true, but it doesn't mean that he is a stunned young man who doesn't understand anything, and hundreds of years have not been in vain.

Calm down and think about it against Lao Deng's words, it is easy to find that Roger has no intention to hide it at all... He was used as a gun today.

But even if he understood that Aberforth had to choose again, he would definitely do it... Nothing compares to Ariana's resurrection.

"What's the?" Roger looked at Aberforth in surprise and said as a matter of course, "I know how important Ariana is to you, and I know how important Lily is to Snape, and I happen to know that there is a way to help you, so why should I hide it and not help you?"

Aberforth twisted his head and his mouth was half-open, choking for a moment.

This made sense, and he was speechless......

But after thinking about it, Aberforth always felt that this kid whose name he didn't know yet seemed to know his information well.

You know, the name Ariana and their brothers have never been able to hide it, but they almost never mention it...

"And how did you know about me and my sister?" Aberforth asked.

"You'll have to ask Dumbledore," Roger laughed, pun intended, misleading Aberforth into thinking that old Deng had told him all these things.

What Roger really meant was to say, 'Old Deng knows what's going on, I'm too lazy to say, you go and ask him'.

After a few words of chatting, there was a telling of the act of 'resurrection magic' in front of him, and although Aberforth felt that something seemed strange, he still thought that Roger, as he himself said, was helping others...

Because, he didn't see any harm in doing this... The only downside was Dumbledore's far-fetched reason that might have been leaked to Voldemort.

And this thirteen-year-old boy must not be Voldemort's men... Otherwise, wouldn't it be easier to tell them what to do? Wouldn't it be easier to go and hand it over to Voldemort?

Strictly speaking, today was Aberforth's first acquaintance with Roger, and he hadn't yet discovered the nasty nature of the goods......

"I told Professor Snape when I knew about the clone, and then helped him collect books on it during the holidays, after all, this Muggle magic is not perfect, and if you want to speed up the process, you have to start from the basics to figure out how it works......" Roger slowly turned from behind Aberforth to lead the way, and led the old man to the door of Snape's office on the basement floor of the castle.

The boy pretended to knock on the door, and knew by guess that Snape was not in the castle at all, otherwise the movement in front of the headmaster's office would have attracted him a long time ago.

Roger glanced back at Aberforth, tilted his head and pulled out his wand and tapped it on the doorknob: "Alajo Cave Open!"

'Click!' a crisp snap of the lock spring sounded, indicating that the door had lost its proper function.

"Professor Snape isn't here, so we'll have to go in and get it ourselves. Roger pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

And many miles away, a filthy river meanders, its banks overgrown with weeds and piles of garbage. An old railing separates the river from the narrow pebble alley, which is lined with dilapidated brick houses with windows that look black and lifeless during the day.

And at the very end of the street, which was called Spider's Tail Alley, a man with long black hair draped over both sides like a curtain, and a gray-faced, solemn face, hurried out of the house, it was Snape.

The moment the door was closed, Snape's figure began to distort, and with a loud, apparition-like movement, he vanished.