Having been taught by their predecessors, they are carefully performing the magic of testing and using various tools to deduce this magic.

They were going to take Mrs. Romestad's most cherished possession, her husband's ancestral mountain troll stick!

They are doing their best to crack it, and sometimes they are noisy because of disagreements, and if Professor Flitwick is here, he will be very pleased.

They weren't at all worried about making a noise that would attract the villagers, because they knew that Hogsmeade was hosting a dinner party on the other side.

Laughter and laughter can be heard here.

As long as you pay attention, you should have no problem speaking normally.

"How happy you are laughing now, how bad you will cry later, hum!" A black-robed wizard listened to the voice coming from over there and said coldly.

At this time, Aberforth and the other old men were hiding in the shadows, drinking wine and looking at the gang, they didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and even had the interest to point fingers at them.

"Hmm! It's finally broken, so I'll say I'm right. A man in a black robe said.

"Ah, yes, yes, you're amazing." A person on the side said perfunctorily.

"Humph! Lord Voldemort will reward me. ”

......

"These idiots have finally opened up."

Aberforth, who was waiting in the shadows, was a little sleepy, and yawned.

"yes, yes, I'm going to hit them hard with my stick." Aberforth said cruelly with a sinister smile on his face.

"It's good to be half-crippled, don't kill it, otherwise Buchanan will not be able to explain it." Ambrosius advised.

The moon in the sky is getting rounder and rounder, the moonlight and shadows are swaying on everyone's faces, and the smiles on their faces are getting richer and richer.

The black-robed wizard sent a vanguard first, and no matter how unwilling he was, he was still pushed in.

As soon as he had entered, Aberforth and the others came out of the shadows.

"Hey! Well done, gentlemen! ”

Aberforth's voice came from behind, accompanied by clear footsteps.

"Thanks for the compliment, we did ...... good"

Its leader subconsciously responded modestly, suddenly remembering that there was anyone else here besides them?

Immediately he turned his head, and saw Aberforth and the others walking and strolling over, as if they were on an outing.

"Run!"

The lead wizard shouted, but the spell was faster, and a spell slashed across his cheek.

"Coax!"

The door of the three broomstick bars burst open, and a small area of anti-[Phantom Shifting] instantly enveloped the nearby area.

The lead wizard spun around with his wand, nothing happened, and his face became more and more gloomy, almost dripping.

"Prepare for battle!"

He roared under his breath, a wave of uneasiness permeating his mind, as if he had overlooked something.

But there's no time to think about it, running in the moment is the most important thing.

"Sticks flying!" *N

A great sense of dread hung over the wizards, and they remembered the fear that had been dominated by the stench.

Being injured and caught is not what they fear, the former has magic and can be cured in one fell swoop, and the latter they believe that the forces behind them can fish them out.

Of course, it was only like Fenrir Greyback who was personally brought to the Ministry of Magic by Albus Dumbledore.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Feeling the sharp pain coming from their bodies, they wailed, but when they opened their mouths, an extreme stench, like a bucket of fermented stinky socks that had never been cleaned, poured into their mouths.

I rolled my eyes and fainted.

Aberforth stepped forward, fanned the air in disgust, and pulled his own sticks from the "corpses."

Walk up to the black-robed wizards who don't smell on their bodies, but they are already lying down, and in the desperate faces under the darkness, you can look at their brains!

With Venus in their eyes, as a strong sour smell invaded their minds, as if they had been put in a trash can, they fell asleep "comfortably".

Aberforth threw them into a heap, put his hands in front of his chest, and stood in front of the gate.

The wizard in the bar, who was swearing, because he was also full of sour smell, who knew that Mrs. Romestad had actually cast a spell on the troll stick.

"You know what? This old woman, she ......"

He laboriously lifted the troll's wooden stick with both hands, his lips pursed in an attempt to plug his nose with his lips, and vented his dissatisfaction.

But when he looked up, he saw his hands crossed together, standing in a row of Aberforth and the others, just a pair of sunglasses.

As soon as his legs went limp, he skillfully rolled his eyes upwards and naturally collapsed.

With his eyes closed, he listened to the sound of footsteps from far to near, as well as all kinds of mocking voices, but he held back.

"Bang!"

'Don't talk about martial virtues, you don't even use [Stun Charm], use a wooden stick. ’

In intense pain, he finally fainted.

"This group of people is too vegetable, that's all."

Aberforth said disdainfully, carrying a bloody wooden stick on his shoulder.

"They're still too gentlemanly."

Ambrosius said that he had just released an owl.

Piling them together, the old men turned on the magic lighting system of the Three Broomsticks Bar, and the bright lights illuminated the entire space.

"Well, it's really a gentleman." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Aside from the door they had destroyed, there was no physical damage to the facilities in the room. Only, some magic circuits have been destroyed, presumably broken during dismantling.

After a while, Buchanan came over with his teammate [Apparition].

Looking at the pile of stinking black-robed wizards, their faces twitched.

"Dad, can you not do this!"

Buchanan looked at Ambrosius, who was carrying a bloody wooden stick on his head, and said helplessly.

Although, he knew that it was of no use at all.

"Okay, okay."

Ambrosius said perfunctorily, turning to his teammates, taking out all sorts of magical candies from his pockets and stuffing them into the hands of the Aurors.

"Thank you, thank you, uncle!"

These Aurors were used to it, and they didn't refuse, and took it directly.

Even the old Auror who was the leader in it was full of smiles in the face of Ambrosius, there was no way, people gave too much, and all of them were credits!

It's not big, but it's a lot.

Seeing them leave, Ambrosius suppressed the reluctance in his heart and walked into the bar to carry out the aftermath.

The old men on the side all tapped him on the shoulder, and Ambrosius smiled rather forcefully.

......

In an old house, a man with a pale face and slender, scarlet eyes, played with his wand, and sat on the first seat.

"Lord Voldemort, they've failed."

A blonde-haired wizard bowed and reported to him.

"I've long since asked them to give up this kind of petty joke, why don't they listen? You say yes, Lucius. ”