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"What are you doing here? Get out of here when you're done. There was a bit of anger in his words, and he said bluntly.

If it was an adult wizard who did this, Aberforth would have thrown it out a long time ago, and Roger was a 'child'... And it's enough to be shameless.

Roger ignored the old man, but looked at the huge oil painting above the fireplace with interest, and said knowingly, "That was your first love?" No wonder you're single until now..."

"That's my sister!!" Aberforth's beard shook twice, gritting his teeth to suppress the urge to throw the boy in front of him out of the window.

This thing's mouth is a little poisonous, isn't it just taking away the wine? That's not yours!

"Oh, Ariana~" Roger suddenly realized, and then said in his mouth: "She is really lucky that she didn't live to this time... Otherwise, she would be a bad old woman by now. ”

"Bang!"

Roger was punched directly in the face.

Arianna is to Aberforth what Lily is to Snape, completely the lead of a dynamite keg, and this impulsive old man rushed up to full of old punches, and he didn't even have time to use his wand.

Roger tilted his head and spat bloody phlegm on the carpet, licked the already grown mouth, slapped his face and exclaimed, "Hahahahaha...... It's nice that people who are over 100 years old can still be so energetic, how good!"

"Bang bang bang" punched a few more punches in succession, and Aberforth's mind that was carried away by anger calmed down a lot, so he stopped, but being rational does not mean that he is not angry, and daring to ridicule Ariana is equivalent to being on his Aberforth's blacklist.

"Get out of my shop, or I'll 'please' you out..."The old man's blue eyes burned with flames like Dumbledore's, and his wand-clutching hand was about to move.

If Roger hadn't looked like a child, even if he had been squatting in Azkaban for a few days, Aberforth would have thrown countless curses at him.

Is it true that being a minor is the greatest disguise and protection?

"Alright, dissipate... I was wrong just now, I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship with your sister... I wouldn't have said that your sister was a bad old woman, after all, she has always remained like that~" Roger's apologetic words were insincere, and it sounded more like a new round of provocation.

Aberforth's face darkened, and the wand in his hand was about to wave, this bear kid is too fucked, he wants to educate his parents well!

At the same time, Roger continued slowly: "I just don't know if you want to see her again......"

Fuck you! Aberforth turned a deaf ear. He's going to turn the foul-tongued boy into a goat to give him a good memory.

And in his opinion, Roger's last sentence was also provoking his anger.

"Rapid transformation!"

Roger sat firmly in his chair, not even a single wool had grown.

Aberforth flickered for a moment, and then waved his wand repeatedly: "Quick transformation! Quick transformation!

"Alright, save your energy... I've apologized to you, what do you want—" said the boy as he leaned back in his chair.

The old man didn't care about him, just stared blankly at the small wooden stick in his hand, and then tentatively pointed in another direction, and the wine cabinet in the living room was suddenly broken to pieces.

Roger leaned down and picked up a piece of wood that had jumped at his feet, and gently slammed it on Aberforth's head: "Leave your rotten wand in bad contact, I'm here to talk to you about Ariana." ”

The old man suddenly glared at the boy angrily, and as soon as he heard Roger say his sister's name, he was a little angry: "Little bastard, I can beat you without a wand!"

"Yes, yes, you should always be strong and strong, beating me is like beating my grandson..."Roger nodded perfunctorily: "I now know a way to resurrect the dead, I wonder if you can always listen to it?"

Aberforth withdrew his wand and began to move his hands and feet.

"I didn't lie to you..."As soon as the old man saw his posture, Roger understood that he didn't believe it.

Aberforth was also a man who had lived for more than a hundred years, how could he easily believe such obvious nonsense.

This approach has been endorsed by several people, one of whom is Albus Dumbledore. Roger continued in that slow and leisurely tone, "If you don't believe him, you can contact him and ask... Or Severus Snape... They were able to prove my word. ”

Aberforth hesitated, he knew both of them, one was his own brother, and the other was a Hogwarts Potions professor and former member of the Order of the Phoenix, both of whom had extremely high credibility.

And there was little reason for these two men to deceive him at the same time.

"Come on, sit down and listen to me at no cost, and you can go to these two people afterwards for verification. Maybe what I'm saying is true?" Roger smiled sincerely and said to him, "And even if it's fake, you don't have much to lose, right?"

Aberforth pondered for a moment, then pulled over a chair and sat down opposite the boy, and said angrily, "Then I'll listen to what nonsense you want to say..."

The corners of Roger's mouth silently raised a few points again, and he said softly: "What should I say... This resurrection technology has been developed for a long time and has been successful in two animals, frogs and fishes, although there are some small difficulties to overcome because humans and frogs are different...

But it's enough to prove that this technology can do the same for humans. I told Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape about this discovery, and they both agreed that the technology was indeed possible..."

"You really didn't lie to me, is there such magic in the world?" Aberforth asked, staring at Roger with a skeptical look.

"Give me a reason to lie to you first?" Roger spread his hands, reinforcing the implication that he had no motive to do so.

Aberforth did not speak, but he believed most of it in his heart.

Even if he deceives him, Roger won't get any benefit, could it be that he is taking the risk of being repaired to make fun of him?

It just so happens that anyone who is familiar with Roger knows that he is such an idle person who hurts everywhere...

Not this time, though.

Seeing that Aberforth had been shaken, Roger struck while the iron was hot and said, "You will know if it is true or false when you ask... But there's one thing I'm really curious about, so I'm here to ask you, after all, you're Dumbledore's brother, and you should know him well. ”

"What's the matter?"

Roger frowned and said with a look of great puzzlement, "Just as Professor Snape was about to delve deeper, Headmaster Dumbledore stopped him... It's weird, why do you say that?"

As he said this, the boy's eyes went over the top of Aberforth's gray-haired head and focused on the portrait hanging on the wall.

Aberforth involuntarily followed Roger's eyes and looked back, and then his face changed, and he blurted out with an unbelievable taste in his tone: "Ariana!?"

Roger withdrew his gaze and was silent.

The old man stood up suddenly, moving so much that he knocked down the chair behind him, but he obviously didn't care about the stools and the broken wine cabinet, turned around and strode downstairs, looking anxious to verify.

The corners of Roger's mouth pulled up, and with a silent smile, he bent down to pick up a bottle of flame whiskey from the carpet that had not been broken, and walked out of the pig's head bar.

Sips, sipping his wine, the boy scurried through the village of Hogsmeade, and no one paid any attention to him, so he returned from the secret passage of the Screaming Shed to the beaten willow tree at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Aberforth should be at school by now, but the expected annual drama should not have been missed...... After Roger drank the bottle of burning and smoking alcohol in the secret passage, he turned on the third gear and hurried back.

After arriving at the school, Roger went straight to the corner of the corridor where the principal's office was located on the seventh floor, and according to the confirmation brought by the contact he had just brought in, this Aberforth was a fiery temper...

Besides, Aberforth left the tavern at that time, completely ignoring the existence of other customers in his shop, and went straight to Hogwarts by Route 11.

It took about an hour to keep bent over and walk briskly through the passages, and according to Aberforth's long legs, it took about forty to fifty minutes to walk along the road, and Roger arrived at Hogwarts one step earlier than him in third gear.

The old man hurriedly passed by Roger and walked to the stone monster in front of the principal's office.

"Get out of the way! I'm coming for Dumbledore!" he said unceremoniously to the monster.

Stone Monster: "Password." ”

"I don't know!"

The monster immediately ignored him.

"The password is a bloody lollipop!" Roger shouted at Aberforth from the end of the hallway.

The stone sculpture got out of the way, and Aberforth turned his head to look at the boy, and although he felt that something was wrong, he could no longer care about this little strangeness at such a critical moment.

His dissatisfaction with Dumbledore wasn't a day or two.

However, within half a minute of Aberforth stepping onto the spiral staircase, there was a loud clap of wood, and the old man fell from the staircase in a very embarrassed position, his white hair and beard in a mess.

Roger couldn't hold back and was happy.

It seems that the old Deng is not in his office... No one can enter the headmaster's office without the headmaster's permission, a rule that has been set by successive Hogwarts headmasters and cast a protective spell.

Although it seemed to Aberforth that the resurrection needed to be talked to in person, he was still a little dazed, and there was a unique contact between the two brothers, so they should have a breath before coming, and ask Lao Deng if he was in the castle today.

Almost all the students from the third grade and above went to Hogsmeade, and the first and second graders were all playing around because it was a Saturday, and there were not many professors in the whole castle, after all, even teachers need to rest.

Aberforth scrambled to his feet and cursed loudly, but did not attempt to enter the office again, apparently knowing what it meant to be thrown out.

The old man cursed incessantly, but there was nothing he could do, he didn't even know where Dumbledore was, so he could only go to the owl shed at the top of the Astronomical Tower to send a text message to his brother to get him back.

"No, I'm surprised you're here... But I have to mention that your beard really needs to be taken care of..."Dumbledore's cheerful voice rang out from the other end of the hallway.

Aberforth didn't care about his beard now, and asked, "Where have you been?" You don't have to answer...... You just have to tell me if the resurrection thing is true!"

The original cheerful smile on Lao Deng's face disappeared and became a little heavy.

"Did a boy tell you?" he asked softly.

"Yes, that's right!" Aberforth interrupted his brother impatiently, "but I just want to know now if it's true!"

Dumbledore looked directly at his master, who had eyes of the same color as him, and finally nodded after a long pause.

Aberforth let out a loud, contented and excited sigh.

But the sigh stopped abruptly halfway through, for he remembered what Roger had said later.

The old man instantly stared at his brother with round eyes, and his mouth highlighted half a sentence word by word: "Then he said... You've stopped Severus Snape from researching that magic... It's true...?"

Dumbledore was silent again, and finally waved his hand to get the stone monster out of the way again: "Let's go inside and talk about this topic..."

Hearing this, Aberforth's eyes instantly turned red, and his face was hideous like a lion in anger together, and he roared and roared at Old Deng: "Inside!?That means that the boy didn't lie to me!!?"

A wry smile hung on Dumbledore's face, he knew his brother's temper too well, and when it came to something involving Ariana, he was simply an explosive powder keg.

"I knew... I knew it!" Aberforth yelled as if he had lost his mind, "you still treat her as a burden, as a stumbling block to your 'great' dream!

Aberforth roared louder and louder, and finally ......