Chapter Eighty-Four: Rove, Can the Dead Be Resurrected?
Professor McGonagall says she doesn't like cat climbing frames, but when she enters the living room, Rove finds the cedar cat climbing frame standing firmly next to the fireplace.
In order to reinforce the shelves, she also used screws to fasten them to the wall, so they could no longer be disassembled and returned to the manufacturer.
On the cat climbing frame, there is also a Quidditch magazine and some cat hair...... I don't know who dropped it.
Rove didn't dare to say or ask, after all, the threat of withdrawal from the vice principal was still very deterrent.
The whole living room was furnished like Professor McGonagall's office, and Rove saw a small blackboard in the corner with board books written on it.
Shirley whispered to him that it was a fifth-grade Transfiguration.
Since he came to visit the "left-behind elderly", of course he had to help with cleaning, and Rove had been to a nursing home in his previous life, so he still understands this process.
But Professor McGonagall cleaned the room very clean, and didn't need much help.
Fortunately, there was still a thick layer of snow in the small yard, so Rove took Shirley and Hermione to start a big cleanup, and the three of them also built a long row of snowmen in the yard, and then asked Professor McGonagall to comment on it.
Professor McGonagall, as a judge, was biased in rating Rove's Yeti as "the ugliest snowman...... As punishment, he needed a talent show.
Rove took out the whistle sent by Shirley and blew a song "Kill that Hogwarts man...... It's just that the tune has run away to England, and Professor McGonagall has almost been sent away.
Shirley and Hermione laughed as well.
Professor McGonagall also used magic to turn all the snowmen into pawns, and played wizarding chess in the courtyard.
As a wizard chess "master", Rove confidently wants to teach Professor McGonagall a lesson and give her a face...... It's a pity that he was brutally abused.
Shirley quickly stepped up and continued to play chess with Professor McGonagall.
As a stinky chess basket, Rove also gave the girl all kinds of tricks when he was watching, constantly shouting "go here, go here", and he didn't have the consciousness of watching chess without saying a word...... The chess quality is extremely poor!
Therefore, the boy was quickly disliked by Shirley and Hermione, and he had to "abandon the darkness and turn to the light" and turn to help Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall didn't care, she was always able to turn the situation around with her own subtlety after Rove's stinky moves.
The two sides can be regarded as coming and going, evenly matched, and did not let the situation be one-sided.
As it was close to noon, Professor McGonagall had no intention of cooking, and she did not plan to return to Hogwarts, but left the house with a few people and walked towards a corner of the village.
Rove had thought that Professor McGonagall was going to take them down to the restaurant, not to mention the fancy dining room, and it would have to be three broomsticks......
Unexpectedly, I ended up going around and around and came to a dilapidated bar.
At the door of the bar, there is also a worn-out wooden signboard hanging from a rusty woo woo woo with a dwarf of a severed boar head, blood seeping through the white cloth that encircles it.
- Pig's Head Bar.
All the other shops were open at Christmas, but this one was the only one with a locked door and an old sign that said "Rest" proudly hung on the door.
Professor McGonagall raised her hand to knock on the door, but as if remembering something, she stepped back and motioned for Rove to knock.
The boy had some bad premonitions, but he still stiffened his head and knocked on the locked door.
Sure enough, there was soon a shout of anger from inside the bar:
"Look at the sign on the door, idiot! Closed today, closed for business! Come on!
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Roff tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he looked at Professor McGonagall with grievance in his eyes...... It's not good to pit your own students like this.
"It's okay, you keep knocking, Rove." Professor McGonagall whispered comfortingly.
"......" It's not you who is scolded emotionally!
Rove persistently knocked on the door, knocking a dozen times in a row, and a dozen unrepeating angry curses came from the bar.
Eventually, the door was suddenly slammed open, and an old man came out, with an extremely gloomy expression, and shouted at Rove rudely:
"Damn fools! Are you mentally bad, or are you deaf and can't understand people, so you keep knocking and knocking there! My brain is going to blow up! ”
The old man was tall, with wire-like gray hair and beard, and he wore glasses, blue eyes behind dirty lenses.
Rove was sprayed with spat and quickly stepped back, hiding behind Professor McGonagall.
When he saw McGonagall, the old man suddenly calmed down, and said no more:
"Oh, I'm sorry, Minerva, I just said you were stupid."
"It's okay, I'll accept your apology for Rove, Aberforth." Professor McGonagall said happily:
"I came to see Professor Dumbledore, and he wrote to invite us to come here for lunch."
Aberforth turned and walked back into the bar, grunting angrily, as if complaining that it wasn't enough for him to serve a "brother", and that he needed a few more people now.
Professor McGonagall was the first to enter the bar, followed by Rove, Shirley, and Hermione.
The Pig's Head Bar, like the Leaky Cauldron Bar, was dark and dirty, and there was a strong smell of mutton in the air.
The windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt that barely let in the light, and some candles were lit on the rough wooden table.
Rove was a little distracted...... Professor McGonagall wouldn't be so mad as to let them clean up here, would she?
"Who is this man?" Hermione asked in a whisper, "It's hard to look messed with." ”
"His name is Aberforth Dumbledore." Rove lowered his voice: "It's the owner of the pig's head bar." ”
"Dumbledore?" Shirley noticed this surname, and she was slightly surprised: "Then his relationship with the principal ......"
"That's right, you call a stupid headmaster...... It's my own brother. Aberforth suddenly turned his head, stared at the three whispering little ones, and snorted coldly:
"As much as I hate to admit this inglorious relationship, Albus is indeed my brother."
Shirley and Hermione both looked at Aberforth in shock, the first time they had heard that the Headmaster had a younger brother.
"Is Professor Dumbledore here?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"He's on the second floor!" Aberforth said rudely, then picked up a rag and wiped down the bar.
It's just that the rag is dirtier than the ground, and the bar counter, which was originally fairly clean, is getting darker and darker.
Professor McGonagall bowed slightly, but instead of going to the second floor, she looked at the boy and whispered, "Rove, the headmaster is waiting for you on the second floor." ”
Rove raised his eyebrows, and he had to walk up the stairs alone, upstairs, into a dilapidated living room.
The living room was covered with a worn carpet and a small fireplace with a large portrait hanging above the fireplace.
In front of the portrait, there stood an old man, who, instead of turning around, turned his back to the boy and said softly:
"Rove, I think you've already met my brother."
"Yes." Rolf walked towards Dumbledore.
At this moment, Dumbledore didn't know what old things he remembered, and he was a little sentimental, and muttered:
"This is my sister, Ariana, who was fourteen years old when she died, and she was still a young girl."
Rove stood beside the old man and looked at the portrait of a very young blonde girl.
"She's actually much more beautiful than she looks at."
After a moment of silence, Dumbledore spoke. His eyes were still on Ariana's face, and he couldn't bear to leave, as if he could bring her back to life.
"Rove ......"
After a long silence, the old man suddenly said quietly: "Do you say that the dead can be resurrected?" ”
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