Ralph withdrew the electric rays, and with a grip of his palm, the electric rays submerged into his body, and a comfortable feeling wandered through his body, exuding magic and warming himself. It's like eating my mother's grilled fish for the first time.

Several people walked into the cluttered room and looked around.

Headmaster Dumbledore unleashed a wide-ranging detection spell that caused the Headmaster to raise an eyebrow.

"What's wrong, Albus?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"The mana of these items has been forcibly extracted." Headmaster Dumbledore picked up the broken wolf's tooth frisbee that had attacked Ralph and handed it to Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick took it, rubbed it for a moment, and nodded.

"It seems that the previous lightning has drained the mana here. It's safe. The professor expressed his speculation.

The headmaster nodded, picked up a letter from the garbage heap, and read it with interest, and from time to time pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully.

Ralph and the others stuck their heads out to see that it was a love letter, and it was well written, so they read it. When I finally saw the signature, my face changed.

Professor Flitwick was limited by his height and couldn't squeeze in, and when he wanted to give up, he saw William's expression change. He conjured a pony, stood on it, and leaned in.

Oh, it turned out to be a love letter. It's not badly written, alas. I guess it's a Ravenclaw. Professor Flitwick thought that when he saw the end, he was also stunned for a moment, the boy confessed to the boy?

In the end, the people sincerely blessed that it was the writer himself who threw away the letter.

"Is the secret passage in this house? Where does it lead? Headmaster Dumbledore asked, looked around, and smiled:

"Seems a little hard to find, huh? Do you want me to help? ”

Daniel and the others looked at Ralph, who looked at the intricacies of the surroundings and found it difficult to do.

"Yes, Headmaster. This is the secret passage to the pig's head bar. Ralph thanked.

"Pig's Head Bar!" Headmaster Dumbledore seemed to be in some kind of longing.

The four students looked at the distracted principal, not knowing what to do.

"No way, it's old and easy to reminisce about the past, let Albus reminisce." Professor Flitwick whispered. Immediately, they were given the Pig's Head Bar and Hogsmeade Village.

Under Professor Flitwick's eloquent introduction, everyone looked forward to Hogsmeade Village more and more, and at the same time, they also wanted to find this secret passage.

In anticipation of the secret passage, the room began to change and became a passageway. Headmaster Dumbledore was also awakened by the change, and he looked at the changes around him and knew something.

Then he told everyone about what happened to him, and when the principal was in school, he wandered down the corridor and felt a feeling of fullness rise in his lower abdomen.

Then he saw a door, and when he opened it, it was full of luxurious toilets, gold, diamonds, and handicrafts......

Since he left, he has never been found, and I can't imagine that he has found it now.

With his strong thinking skills, and some rumors in the United School, Headmaster Dumbledore quickly speculated on the function and use of this room.

As he shared this with everyone, it occurred to him that once Minerva knew about it, she would definitely use this magical house to contribute to the school, and she would definitely come to him to discuss things at that time.

The thought of this gave him a headache.

After the headmaster finished speaking, he explained some precautions to everyone, and reminded William not to reveal this place for the time being, and left.

Leaving only the five of them, Claude, William, and Daniel looked at each other, a little confused, and only Ralph and Professor Flitwick knew the truth.

They walked along the passage and finally opened a "door" and came to the Pig's Head Bar.

"I'm sorry, Ariana. I didn't know you were here. Ralph notices the figure on the "door", which turns out to be a portrait of Ariana.

Ariana in the picture smiled and shook her head, indicating that she didn't care.

Ralph then introduced her to her friends and professors. They greeted the girl warmly, which made her very happy.

Then Aberforth came, his steps brisk, then steady.

"Hey! Aberforth. Ralph greeted him happily.

Aberforth responded with a smile, beckoning everyone to sit down, and serving everyone a glass of butterbeer, and a rare clean mug.

This surprised Professor Flitwick, who raised an eyebrow at Aberforth, who responded with a look of resignation, motioning for him not to talk nonsense. The professor smiled.

Then, like a child, Ralph told Aberforth what he had seen at school.

Aberforth listened attentively, and even took a small notebook and wrote it down, saying that the other neighbors should also find out, and complained that Ralph did not write to them, and that they did not even know which house he was placed into.

Ralph was embarrassed to hear this. It was the first time his roommates had seen Ralph like this, and it was really cute as the girls said.

Later, as the time ran out, Aberforth took some snacks as gifts for Ralph and his friends, including the professor. Then he sent them into the secret passage.

"Ralph, remember to check on Bonnie and Ambrosius, come to me first, if you don't go to them, they'll be angry." Aberforth concluded.

"Hey! Aberforth, I'm still here. Professor Flitwick feigned displeasure.

"I'm sure they're not going to get caught, are they, Filius." Aberforth winked at Professor Flitwick.

......

Once again, the portrait obscured the passage, and if the large bar was left, Aberforth and Arianna remained.

Aberforth stroked the man in the portrait and said softly:

"He's a good boy, isn't he? If only I had been braver..."

His voice was full of remorse. Ariana looked at her brother worriedly.

"Sorry to worry you." Aberforth smiled again and said into the portrait, "Good night, Ariana, I'm going to sleep." ”

Looking at Aberforth's departing back, Ariana in the painting stomps her feet. She sits on a chair in the painting, her chin propped up in her hands, and looks at the empty bar with a lonely look in her eyes.

She had no home, and neither did her two older brothers; She longed for a home, just as Aberforth and Albus longed for.

A portrait of a young girl in the flower season, two gray-haired old men, spending a warm festival together, this is her greatest wish, but also her most powerless wish.

Grievances spanning half a century, remorse, self-blame, and frustration have deeply infiltrated every inch of the soul.

It was late at night, and a waning moon hung in the sky.