Without the little wizards, Hogsmeade is a little deserted today.

Looking through the window, there was only one customer in the pig's head bar, pouring himself alone, and even the boss was gone.

"Hey, Aberforth, are you there?" Ignoring the scruffy guests at the wine table, Ani pushed the door and entered, calling out to the owner of the bar.

"Oh, it's little Ani, it's so sad, it looks like you've forgotten what I am." The guest, who had been facing away from Aini, turned.

His hair was messy, like he hadn't washed in days; Her clothes were covered in wine stains, and the cuffs were still dripping with water, and Ani wished it was dripping with alcohol instead of saliva.

I have to say that the image of this person in front of him is really terrible, Ani finally knows why the business of the pig's head bar is so bleak, and the smell of alcohol mixed with his body is enough to dissuade all customers with a normal sense of smell.

The drunken face turned to Aini, and although it looked like a mess, it was enough to recognize that it was indeed Aberforth himself.

Aini downgraded the pig's head bar's business index by another notch, and now it doesn't even have a single customer, and the only one who is drinking is the owner himself.

"I'm sorry, Aberforth, but you're dressed a little, uh, a little unusual." Ani didn't know how to organize the words, and the elder, who usually seemed to be grinning a lot, radiated a deep sadness at this time.

Especially when Aini and Aberforth looked at each other, the eyes containing complex emotions such as regret, pain, nostalgia, and remorse seemed to shine into his heart, and all the sadness came from this.

It wasn't until Aberforth spoke again that Aini broke away from this strange state, and for a moment fine beads of sweat climbed quickly down the tail vertebrae, and when he looked at the old man again, there was already a hint of horror in his eyes.

For at least a second, or more, Aini was completely immersed in the sadness spread by Aberforth, and even lost himself to some extent, the first time in his seventeen years of experience that he had encountered such a thing.

The current second son of the Dumbledore family is clearly not as mediocre and harmless as he usually appears.

"I'm sorry, Anie, I can't help myself." Aberforth belched, "I should have drunk less, but we're not always doing what we're supposed to do, are we?" ”

"I think you'll agree with me, after all, even my great brother doesn't do everything right."

The old man's emphasis on the word "great" sounded particularly sarcastic.

Aberforth invited Aini to sit down, and his alcohol-paralyzed brain instinctively sought someone to talk to.

And whether it was when they got along before, or Ani now gives him the feeling that he is a trustworthy and close enough junior.

To be honest, Ani didn't want to sit next to him, not even the Pig's Head Bar, where the irritating gases were so strong that his sensitive nose protested all the time from the moment he stepped through the bar door.

But there is no way, this is another elder who takes good care of him.

Unable to leave such an abnormal old man behind and turn away, Aini ignored his nose's protest without much confusion and sat down next to Aberforth.

"Do you have any siblings? Ernie. ”

"No, except for my parents and parents, there are only me and my friends at home."

Aberforth glanced up at Aini, as if puzzled by his answer.

In fact, Ani had the same doubts as the old man, and in his memory he should have an older brother, an older brother who was much older than him, and his eldest nephew should be about to enter magic school.

But since becoming a member of the Scamander family, he had never seen anyone in his generation, not even heard from him, and felt that he had suddenly become Newt's only son for some reason.

"Smack!"

Aberforth slapped his own head, and said that Aini's habit of patting his head when he shifted his attention came from the owner of the pig's head bar.

Aberforth hurriedly picked up the bottle that had been brought down by his sleeve, and for a moment the smell of wine in the air became even more intense.

"Unlike you, I have three brothers and sisters in my family." Aberforth hurriedly skipped the question as if he had suddenly remembered something, and went on to speak, not even bothering to clean up the spilling wine on the table in a hurry.

"You know two of them, the eldest of the three siblings, you know who they are. And then there's me, a no-do bar owner, and Ariana is undoubtedly the cutest sister in the world. ”

A proud smile crept up the corners of Aberforth's mouth, and he picked up the bottle he had just salvaged and shook it, poured himself a glass, and summoned a new one, which he filled and pushed to Aini.

"Try it, I brewed it myself, and I can only drink it today in a year."

I took a small sip gently, as if there was a touch of crystalline bitterness from the root of my tongue to the bottom of my heart, and then spread to every corner of my body.

"At that time, Albus always thought that the Dumbledleds should become the sun when they flew into the sky, but I just wanted to take care of Ellie at home, she was always so distressing."

"Ellie is very fond of lambs, I raised some for her, and I remember that she always liked to hold the female lamb and say that it would grow up to be a lovely little girl, and that was a little sister who was even younger than Ellie."

Aberforth nostalgically told Aini about the past, and many things were passed over without telling them clearly.

For example, Ariana's tragic childhood experience when her magic awakened, why their father was arrested, the death of their mother, the battle between the three and the final outbreak of silence.

But for Aini, these concealments don't make sense.

"Ariana suddenly told me that day that she wanted a dress, and I used all my savings at the time to order the best one for her, but unfortunately she never had the chance to wear it again."

Like Fang Cai, Aini also raised his hand and patted his head, but luckily he didn't have a bottle on hand this time.

"God, I forgot, this is what Mrs. Witt entrusted me to bring you." Aini hurriedly took the gown out of his pocket and handed it to Aberforth on the side.

"Well, it's usually delivered in the morning, but today is Ellie's birthday, and every year I make one for her, thank you, Anie."

Aberforth picked up his wand and opened the bag, and the gown stretched out in the air, waltzing as if it were alive.

I have to say that Mrs. Witt's craftsmanship is fantastic, although it looks a little old-fashioned, but it is completely impeccable in workmanship.

But Aberforth's brow furrowed, and like Mrs. Witt, he felt that his "sister's body" was aging.

"That's terrible, it looks like Elle has lost at least 8 pounds this year, maybe I should talk to Wernie about it." Aberforth was a little dissatisfied with Ellie's aging, but even he felt that this might be his sister's real growth trajectory, and he wanted to stop Ellie's aging, but he didn't want to destroy this natural trajectory.

"Fawkes was like that before Nirvana, I think a lovely girl like Ellie would definitely be like a phoenix reborn in the ashes, and members of the Dumbledore family are always associated with phoenixes, aren't they?"

Aberforth's eyes lit up when he heard this.