As Floo powder spilled into the fireplace, a series of blurred doors flashed before Rove's eyes, and his body spun rapidly in the roaring green flames.

When the dizziness was gone, he landed on his feet and appeared in an unfamiliar room.

It's a living room with Victorian-style wallpaper on the walls and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling with golden phoenix figurines entwined around it.

On a round cherry wood table, there is a vintage-style sewing machine and an old-fashioned radio.

Pale golden sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, and there are also colorful paintings on the glass, depicting parts of the love story of Tristan and Isolt, the knights of the Round Table.

The whole living room has a distinct 19th-century style, not too big, but exceptionally clean.

Shirley, who had walked past the fireplace, walked up to Rove, and she also looked at the room, and said in surprise:

"It's so clean, is there anyone living here?"

The living room was indeed too clean, not like an uninhabited appearance, but neither Dumbledore nor Aberforth could live here on a normal day.

Above the fireplace, there is a portrait of a blonde girl suddenly appearing in the frame, and she says to Shirley in a weak tone:

"There's no one else living here, but Aberforth comes back a lot to clean his room, and he loves cleanliness."

Hearing this, Rove tugged at the corners of his mouth, if he hadn't just come from the pig's head bar, he would have almost believed it.

To say that Aberforth loves cleanliness is basically to say that Snape has a habit of cleanliness.

However, Rove did not refute, but looked at Ariana with interest, he had seen the girl many times, but it was the first time he had heard her speak.

Rove was going to be close to Ariana, and as long as he pinched her, he would be able to pinch Aberforth.

He will buy things from the pig's head bar in the future, not to mention free, but he can also break the bone price!

"Hello, Ariana, my name is Rov Scamander, you know me, right?"

"Yes." Ariana looked timidly at the boy and said, "Aberforth often mentions you. ”

"Mention me?" Rove asked with a smile. "What did he say about me?"

"Aberforth said......" said Ariana honestly, "you are a big pig's trotter who likes to talk to each other, and you are the best at coaxing girls, and you let me talk to you less." ”

“……”

The smile on Rove's face was gone, but it didn't disappear, but shifted to Shirley and Hermione's faces.

Shirley was still a little restrained, but her lips pursed and she smiled secretly. Hermione didn't hide her schadenfreude, her face full of approval, and she nodded in agreement.

Rov was speechless, squeezed out a smile, and said embarrassedly: "Aberforth may have some misunderstandings and prejudices about me, oops...... Look what this is?! ”

Rov stiffly shifted the subject to the photo next to Ariana's portrait, and both Shirley and Hermione's attention was drawn.

It was a family photograph of Dumbledore's father, Percival, who was a handsome middle-aged man.

Dumbledore's mother, Candela, was also a trademark beauty, with jet-black hair in a bun, dark eyes, high cheekbones, and a straight nose.

Albus and Aberforth, probably only five or six years old, wore a lace-collared bolero and the same shawl hair.

Ariana, on the other hand, was still a baby, held in Candela's arms, her arms waving vaguely outside the swaddling clothes.

The Dumbledore family seemed to be quite happy, but Rove knew that this happiness did not last for a few years before it turned into a tragedy of family ruin.

The three of them looked at the photographs, listened to Aberforth's explanation, and without moving anything, they walked out of the living room and into a courtyard that was neither big nor small.

The yard was covered with snow, and under a bare tree, there was a swing...... It was obviously the swing that Arianna had used back then.

It seems that this old mansion, although it is no longer inhabited, still maintains the layout of a hundred years ago, and neither Dumbledore nor Aberforth has any idea of changing.

Rove took out the key, opened the gate, and they left the yard, and only a few meters away, the house disappeared in place.

"Shall we go to the cemetery first, or should we go to Bathilda Bassat first?" Shirley looks at Rove.

"Why don't you go to the cemetery first?" Hermione suggested.

Although Bathilda Bassat is a well-known expert on the history of magic, Hermione can't wait to meet her and chat about the history of magic......

But considering that Aberforth asked Rove to bring something that was too rebellious, she thought it would be better not to go!

Otherwise, it is easy to be beaten.

Rove was also hesitating, he thought about it again and again, but decided to go and find Bathilda Bassat first.

After all, he also has some questions that he wants to ask the other party.

Following the address given by Aberforth, the trio shuttled through the village, turning left and right, and finally passing through a deserted vegetable garden to an old house.

Rov knocked on the door, and after a few moments, the door opened, and an elderly witch came out:

She was already old, her hair was gray and thin, her face was covered with age spots, her long neck was full of wrinkles, her shoulders were bony, and her emaciated chin was loosely overhanged.

"Hello, Mrs. Bathilda Basshat, I'm Rove Scamander." Rove greeted, "Do you remember me?" ”

The old man looked at Rove, her eyes sunken deep in the folds of transparent skin, and inside were thick cataracts, and she thought for a moment, and in an old voice, replied:

"Remember, you're Newt's grandson, and we met at Nicol's funeral that summer."

Rove was glad that Bassat remembered the incident, and he smiled: "We have been commissioned by Aberforth to visit you. ”

"Oh, Aberforth." Basha nodded and said, "Come in with me." ”

She hunched over and hobbled toward the room, Lov, Shirley, and Hermione following closely behind.

They entered a living room, which was dark and gloomy, and Batart picked up a match and lit the candles in the room.

The candles were everywhere, some on small plates, some on top of stacks of books or on small tables full of moldy broken cups.

Basshat's trembling hands always felt that he was not lighting candles, but that he was going to set the house on fire.

Shirley and Hermione hurried up to help her light the candles one by one.

Sitting on the couch, Bassat asked, "So, did you bring something like that?" ”

"Brought." Rolf gave Shirley a look, and the girl opened the box, and together they took a bite out of it......

Wooden coffin!

"Ma'am, this is the Christmas present that Aberforth has asked me to bring you." Rove pointed to the coffin and said, "He wishes you a long and healthy life." ”

Shirley: "......"

Hermione: "......"

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