Snape, who had rested for a long time, was already able to stand up against the wall, and when he heard Aberforth's question, he fell silent at first... He thought Aberforth was suffering from memory loss due to his age...

The hope of resurrecting Lily is pressed on an old man with a precursor to Alzheimer's... Is it reliable?

It's better than nothing, anyway, I've decided to take down Voldemort and then study the clone, and someone will take the lead to explore the way first, at least let him learn some lessons. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thinking of this, Snape leaned against the wall and said, "That institute should be in a small urban area southeast of Edinburgh City on the border with Darsky, and I don't know how detailed it is..."

Edinburgh is not a small area, and it is good to go there every day to find it in your spare time.

I took what I should have taken, I asked what I should have asked, and Aberforth left without any nostalgia.

Instead of following this time, Roger stopped beside Professor Snape, looking him up and down with a slurp.

Snape was stared at by the boy's strange eyes, and he shouted angrily, "Why are you not going to go here with you!

"Alas... This is one of the characteristics of cowardice..."Roger sighed with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "If you meet someone who is stronger than you, you will shrink your eggs, and if you meet someone weaker than you, you will play tricks! If you have the ability, you can get the clone yourself~"

"!!," Professor Snape yelled.

Exposing people's scars, poking people's feet, this cheap look is really underbeaten, the professor's angry teeth are itchy, and his wide-eyed eyes are afraid that they will fall out of their sockets.

The boy patted Snape on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Actually, in the final analysis, it's because you're too weak... If you can beat Voldemort, won't you have any worries?"

"You're not going to get out, right, I'll get out!" Snape angrily but helplessly leaned against the wall and walked towards his office.

Against Roger, the general magic doesn't work, and the rest of the magic either he doesn't care at all, or he may just kill him... The professor also felt wronged... Why do you think he ended up with such a student?

As he walked, Snape wondered if he would quit his job as a professor at Hogwarts after destroying Voldemort, and if there were two more students like Roger, he would be so angry that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage...

Roger watched Snape go back to the house alone, and didn't stimulate him any further, the professor was sad enough today, don't be so unkind...

The depression of giving up cloning a few days ago has not disappeared, and today I originally wanted to go out for a walk and ran into the theft of the office, and I was robbed and then beaten by an unreasonable old man when it was over, and there was a passive mixture of Roger's indirect taunts in the middle... Snape: 'The baby is bitter, but the baby doesn't say it. ’

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At dusk, Hermione and Harry returned to the common room, their faces turned pink by the cold wind, and they looked as if they had been playing happily for a while. And the two of them also brought back a large bag of candy for Roger.

Hermione and Harry let out a sigh of relief as they threw their tired bodies into the most comfortable reclining chair by the fireplace.

"Looks like you're in a good mood, what did you do again?" said Hermione Glo, who had learned from Roger.

Roger is in the same pose, using his fingers to draw out the flames in the stove, and then squeezing them out with his palms.

"How can there be so many bad things for me to do... It's just that I saw the principal being beaten up by his younger brother, and I relieved my hatred~"

The two friends immediately sat up straight.

Hermione: "Economic disputes?"

Harry: "He has a brother?"

"This involves personal privacy again, it's inconvenient for me to say it~" Roger said with a grin.

"It's a matter of privacy, since you know it, it's not private!" Harry complained dissatisfiedly.

Hermione looked at the little savior covertly and didn't speak.

Last time, Roger didn't reveal the story of Harry's mother and Snape on the grounds of personal privacy, and this time it may be some kind of big revelation

"I can talk about Dumbledore's brother, don't talk if you want to know..."The boy ignored the savior's complaints, and put his hand down again to tease the flames: "Dumbledore's brother is three years younger than him, his name is Aberforth Dumbledore, and he is the owner of the pig's head pub in Hogsmeade Village. has lived alone for many years, and has a straightforward and irritable personality, because of an incident many years ago that the relationship with the principal was not very good. ”

"The relationship is not good? Then the principal's younger brother came to the school specifically to find fault?" The two friends were full of interest, and everyone loved to listen to gossip.

"Anyway, the two didn't say a word together, and Aberforth punched Dumbledore in the face..."The reason is difficult to describe, but the fight scene is just as exciting, and Roger's description of the situation is contrary to the situation at the time, until the old Deng rubs and is knocked down by a shield.

The two friends heard that Dumbledore didn't fight back until he was knocked unconscious by his brother, and they looked at each other... This old guy must have had an extremely tortuous emotional experience!!

"Then Dumbledore's injuries should be fine," Hermione listened to the Headmaster's physical condition with concern.

"It's hard to say..."Roger scratched his head and said in a deep voice: "After all, people are so old, maybe what will become of them if their heads are opened..."

"The last time I broke my arm, Snape was able to pick it up, and Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, would definitely be able to cure Dumbledore in one fell swoop. Harry said confidently.

"And even if Madam Pomfrey can't be treated, there is the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses. Hermione added.

"I'd like to see a shield go down and shoot him with Alzheimer's disease or something," Roger said with a smile, not without malice, "When the time comes, I see Dumbledore sitting in his office with a smirk on his face, tearing paper and playing with paper every day... That must be interesting. ”

After all, there is no solution to this disease in the wizarding world... Alzheimer's disease is a deterioration of brain function.

Hermione rolled her eyes in a good light, shook her head and walked over to her bag and pulled out a book, as if she was about to learn more.

"Oh my God, Hermione... It's a holiday now, and you're always working so hard that we're going to be embarrassed. Harry grumbled loudly, but after glancing at Roger, who looked like he was normal, he added, "Well, it's just me..."

Hermione buried her head in the book and said in a low voice, "The club has been training for so long, and Professor Lupin has been praising us all the time, making me think that we are already very good, but today I heard Roger describe the fight between Headmaster Dumbledore and his brother, and I realized that it was far from it... There's still work to be done!"