Aberforth roared louder and louder, and the scene of the past kept coming back to his eyes, and finally his anger rose and he smashed his fist into Dumbledore's already crooked nose. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lao Deng didn't dodge and didn't dodge this blow, and the whole person was beaten to the ground unsteadily, staggering and falling to the ground, tears and snot mixed with blood all over his face.

After all, the nasal bone is adjacent to the lacrimal bone, and hitting the nose often involves the lacrimal bone, causing strong soreness in the nose and making people cry.

This made the usually humorous and dignified headmaster look extremely embarrassed, like a child who had been robbed of a lollipop and collapsed to the ground.

"Speak, refute me, and when you have the hope of resurrecting Ariana, you still want to stop her!?What is she in your heart!?" Aberforth shook his right hand, and he used all his strength for the punch just now, and there was a pain in his index knuckle after the blow.

After all, the age is not young, and a little carelessness will cause joint soft tissue contusion......

Dumbledore barely got up from the ground, his body was still a little shaky, and after a few seconds of slowing down, he wiped the nosebleed mixture on his face with the corner of his robe, and said with a wry smile: "It's just that the research has been suspended for a while, not completely stopped... And that's not magic, it's a kind of Muggle science called 'cloning'......"

Lao Deng's nose seemed to be broken again, and he spoke with an urn sound.

Aberforth sneered briefly, "Muggle, you don't even bother to make up a good reason?" I don't see where Snape looks like a Muggle!"

"Don't be like this, no, calm down..."Dumbledore smiled wryly and persuaded his brother, "Muggles are not what you think, don't be prejudiced..."

"Prejudice! I don't! Harm Ariana is a Muggle like that!!Didn't you think so before?Establish a new wizarding order, and that bastard named Grindelwald!'Greater Interests'... Hah!"

Dumbledore froze, he knew that what had happened back then had an impact on his brother, and he couldn't listen to anything now.

"What does it matter if a little girl is neglected for the sake of grand plans, for the sake of the whole wizarding world? You feel like you're wasting your time taking care of your family in order to chase the 'Hallows' from fairy tales!You selfish bastard with cruel dreams!'Invincible Conqueror of Death?'What is the difference between you and that delusional fool Voldemort?" Aberforth, who was angry, revealed his brother's scars one by one and sprinkled salt on them.

Tears glistened in the corners of Dumbledore's eyes, not because of the punch in the nose.

He took a deep breath, pain coming over his face, making him look even more old and pitiful: "No... I love you, I love my parents and I love you and Ariana, and I want to resurrect her too......"

"Resurrect her, as you do now?" Aberforth interrupted his brother with undisguised disgust.

"Not yet... It's not time to ......," Lao Deng's tone was extremely painful.

"When do you think it's time? When you and I are both old and dead?" Aberforth's eyes widened, and the muscles of his cheeks throbbed uncontrollably.

He drew his wand, the tip of which was pointed directly at his brother's chest: "Or are you for the 'greater good' again!? After Ariana died, you were freed, didn't you?got rid of the burden of your sister, and you can be the greatest wizard without worrying..."

Roger, who was sneaking around the corner of the corridor to watch the show, felt that Aberforth was a little out of breath, and there was a trace of irrepressible resentment on his wrinkled face.

Dumbledore stood still, letting his wand point at him, and whimpered, "I... Never liberated... Never... I want to see Ariana again, I want to see my parents again, I want to tell them how much remorse I have..."

Roger is a little toothy, this thing is not going right... He expected that the two brothers, who had an average annual volume of more than one hundred and one years, would be able to hold small wooden sticks and scold each other, but why did they run farther and farther in the direction of the bitter love scene?

Dumbledore was now crying like a child admitting his mistakes, and his white beard was messed up with a mixture of dripping nosebleeds.

"In that case, what is your reason?" Aberforth was also touched by his brother's image, and lowered the wand in his hand, but his tone was still cold.

Old Deng calmed his mood a little, and pondered the words, because the next words were likely to make him even more angry: "Because Voldemort... Not the slightest thing can let him know anything about this scientific research... Otherwise..."

"I knew!' 'For the greater good' was engraved in your bones!" Aberforth interrupted Dumbledore's words loudly, and a few sparks came out of the end of his clenched wand: "Compared to the others, Ariana is dispensable!

"Bang!"

A flash of red light flashed, and Dumbledore's feet flew backwards under the spell.

Aberforth cast a spell on his brother.

Lao Deng didn't fight back, just fell to the ground weakly, and calmly looked at his younger brother who was in a state of rage with blue eyes: "No, Ariana is equally important in my heart... It will only take a few years later, until Voldemort is completely down... At that time, Muggle technology will be more sophisticated, and the resurrection of humans will be more certain. ”

"But I'm 109 years old. ”

"But looking at the way you are waving your fists, you will definitely die behind me. Dumbledore grinned at the corners of his mouth.

Aberforth's face calmed down slightly, and he stopped shouting like he had just done: "There's nothing like my little sister, Albus..."

"Bang!"

Another stroke of magic.

This time, Dumbledore didn't look like a punching bag that wouldn't resist, but shook his wand out of his sleeve and flicked away the second spell his brother had fired at him.

Being attracted by words and being able to defend in an instant shows that Lao Deng's magic level is superb.

"Do you want to learn cloning on your own?" said Old Deng in an unusually affirmative tone.

"Yes," Aberforth admitted, "unlike Snape, Voldemort couldn't find me. ”

"You're my brother, do you think he'll let you go?"

"As long as I'm no longer involved in your activities, Voldemort has no reason to deal with me. Aberforth gave Dumbledore a cold look.