It is well known that women have a very high capacity for empathy.

When they learned of Alvey's "tragic" background, they involuntarily put themselves on an equal footing with Ralph's mother or other relatives.

In addition, Ralph is also very cute, and he always makes a mature face at a young age, and he is fascinated by the witches.

But when you put yourself in your shoes, pity arises, if you haven't experienced so much, how can you put on such an expression at such an age?

At the same time, out of the nature of gossip, Ralph's story begins to become "clear and clear":

An abandoned mother, alone with 3 children, wandering in the wizarding world, carefully teaching her children, crumpling and turning every life experience into particles to give to her children, and taking the initiative to bear the pain of separation from mother and child, carrying out the tradition of that damn man's family, letting a child under the age of 11 survive alone.

Yes! What a sad and noble story it is.

Unbeknownst to Ralph, his "legendary life" has been passed down in every English wizarding family.

As the war intensified, Ralph's story quietly blended into the British wizarding world like a lubricant, alleviating the anxiety of war to a certain extent.

After all, the anxiety caused by the intensity of the current war seems less intense than the harmony and stability of the family.

Similarly, for Hogsmeade, the addition of a child has energized the village, greatly uplifting its residents and rekindling hope for a better life.

Tonight, the moon was shining brightly, and the stars were blinking in the sky, desperate to see the joyful scene under the snow.

Ralph's college banquet is going on at the Three Broomsticks Bar.

At this time, many Hogsmeade residents left England to escape the war, which is why Ralph was able to buy a house quickly.

Some of them stayed because the foundation of their survival was here, some because this was their roots, and some were sent by the company to guard the local store.

Under the warm light, a few people chatted happily, and the light and shadow were intertwined, and the old and the new alternated here.

The helpless and shy smile on Ralph's face caused everyone to burst into laughter.

In their eyes, there are those who look forward to the future, those who recall the past, and those who enjoy the present.

Eventually, Ralph was seen as a burden by the witches, and was kicked out of the kitchen, and after saying hello to the wizards who had seen his jokes, he took the gifts and walked home in the snow.

Tonight's Hogsmeade is beautiful, with a soft and warm yellow light shining through the windows, white evergreens hanging on the roadside covered with all kinds of shining magic candles, the sky fluttering with fine snow in the moonlight, and the boy walking on the snow surrounded by adults, leaving a dense and complicated footprint, and then covered, like a memory......

Early the next morning, Aberforth, who was nominated by everyone, came to Ralph's house early, knocked on the door, and accompanied Ralph to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies.

Aberforth was a tall, thin man with strands of wire-like gray hair and beard, who wore glasses, and behind dirty lenses were blue eyes, bright and sharp.

Surprised by the timing of Aberforth's arrival, Ralph went downstairs to open the door for him.

Thanks to Ralph being a magical animal, he probably wouldn't have gotten up today, and the Forbidden Forest is the most lively at night.

Hogsmeade was shy and embarrassed, and completely disappeared after returning to the Forbidden Forest, and a huge figure hovered in the sky, covered with dark clouds, lightning added, and a hundred birds chirped, and their king returned.

After returning to the lair, Ralph pretended to summon the "monkey-head" military advisor, Umaru, and after routinely inquiring about the situation of the territory today, he verbally rewarded him, and gave him some gifts he had received, so that he could share them with his subjects.

'What a merciful king I am!' Ralph thought, unaware of Umaru who was there.

'How many snacks are there, how many are your subjects, don't you have a count yourself?' I'm so hard! 'Umaru walked out with a step, but Ralph saw a little, tragic?

Opening the door, Aberforth's tall figure was extraordinarily gentle in the shallow sun, but only if he didn't pay attention to the details of his appearance.

"Aberforth, morning. Have you eaten, come in and sit? Ralph leaned over and motioned for him to come in.

"No, let's go straight to Diagon Alley and settle breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron Bar, you please. It's over early, I'm going to come back and open the store. Aberforth waved his hand and refused.

"Okay, but can you have customers at that store?" Ralph was skeptical.

Aberforth gave him a look for himself to experience.

"Well, I wish you a lot of money."

"That's a thank you."

The two chatted and went to the Pig's Head Bar, where they were going to Diagon Alley with the help of the fireplace, and as for why Ralph's house didn't, it was because everyone agreed that Ralph was too young.

"Look at me, remember, Diagon Alley, don't get me wrong, I don't want to go around looking for you." Aberforth admonished, then grabbed a handful of Floo powder, walked to the fireplace, and shouted, "Diagon Alley." ”

Ralph repeated the step, walked to the fireplace, raised the road powder, and said, "Diagon Alley." ”

The firelight enveloped him and disappeared in place.

There was a feeling of weightlessness, and Ralph was immediately accustomed to the experience, and he landed on the ground, and everything was fine except for the smoke and dust that made him feel uncomfortable.

At the Leaky Cauldron Bar, Aberforth breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ralph appear, and hurriedly beckoned him to come up and get out of the way.

As a famous place, it's too dark and dirty. The inside of the bar was very dim and shabby, with a bar counter and a few tables in the shadows of the corners.

The two sat down at the bar, and Aberforth went up to chat with Tom, the proprietor, and ordered two servings, a glass of butterbeer and a glass of brandy.

After the two of them had finished eating, and after resting for a while, Aberforth spoke:

"Let's go, go to Diagon Alley."

"I haven't paid yet." Ralph was surprised.

"Hahaha, little Mr. Alvi, Aberforth paid for it." Old Tom at the bar said with a smile.

"You don't really think I want you to invite you, do you?" Aberforth winked at him "mischievously", "Let's go." ”

"Excuse me, Mr. Alvey, do you remember what your father looked like?" Old Tom asked, and at the same time, the wizards in the bar fell silent, listening carefully.

"I don't remember, I haven't seen him since I was born, and my mother hasn't talked to me much about him." Ralph felt a little inexplicable, but obediently replied, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's all right, sir, what about the name?" Old Tom looked a little disappointed, and asked expectantly, and the wizard in the bar pricked up his ears.

"I don't know," Ralph scratched his head, "I have my mother's last name, and she says my dad's last name isn't worthy of us." ”

"Well, what a strong mother, have a good time." Old Tom's disappointment was palpable, and the bar's small conversations resounded again.

"What's going on?" Ralph looked at Aberforth.

"I don't know." Aberforth spread his hands with a look of "I don't know", and at the same time couldn't help but marvel at the propaganda ability of the group of witches.

'Luckily, I'm still single. Aberford thought.