On the night of the holiday, a small banquet was held in the village of Hogsmeade.

The location is at the Three Broomsticks Bar.

People who live in the village now participated.

At this time, Emily was commenting on Ralph's results.

"Except for the history of magic, all other subjects are perfect marks. Well, that's good. It's the way I was back then. Tell me, how could Lal not have a perfect score?"

Emily took her report card and looked at Ralph with blazing eyes.

Ral is what acquaintances call him, Ralph → Rall.

"Wrong, what else?"

Ralph was not afraid of her, his eyes wandered, and he said with a surging voice.

"What's wrong?"

"Just confusing the demon Emeric with the weirdo Yuric."

"That's it, that's it! It's that simple and you can be wrong. I remember Professor Binns didn't emphasize it in the first lesson?"

Emily suddenly perked up and began to teach her brother a lesson.

However, she didn't have a seizure long before she was forcibly stopped by external forces.

"Hey!"

Mrs. Romestad smacked Emily on the head hard.

"Mom, why are you beating me?"

Emily said bitterly, and Ralph laughed silently.

"Why did you hit you? Don't you have any points yourself? With your grades, the history of magic almost failed, and your demeanor? With your demeanor, you still have ......."

Emily looked at Ralph complainingly, enduring Mrs. Romerstad's nagging.

"However, your batsman is really good, Buchanan is good, and I'm sure Ralph won't be bad either."

In the end, Mrs. Romestad still saved some face for her daughter, and found a really good point to praise it.

Tonight, Ralph is destined to be the protagonist.

Playing the main character, at the request of his neighbors, he performs all the magic he has learned in school on the spot.

Watching the magic unleashed under Ralph's wand, the neighbors were full of pride, this is their Hogsmeade village child, not bad!

Emily didn't think much of it on her face, but she also recognized Ralph's performance just now.

She also agrees that Ralph is better than both her and Buchanan.

As for envy, she can only say "hehe", since it is her younger brother, then be prepared to be bullied all the time!

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

Remember the last time Daniel fell while washing outside, although it had nothing to do with it.

But when the four of them discussed it in the dormitory, they always felt that it had something to do with going to the dormitory to wash up.

As Ralph narrates, Emily also remembers her own experience.

She couldn't help but join the team complaining about the lack of toilets in the Hogwarts dormitory.

After complaining, both of them felt comfortable for a while and continued to take over the banquet.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Although Ralph and Emily only complained a little, Aberforth still took it to heart.

When he went back that night, he gave himself a [sobering spell], and then wrote a letter to his brother Albus.

You know, Albus, who is in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, how happy he was when he received Aberforth's letter.

Since the death of their sister, Ariana Dumbledore, in that scuffle, Aberforth has not spoken a word or written a letter to Albus.

Even if there has been an intersection, it is still a serious matter, such as fighting Grindelwald together.

Holding the letter tightly, the corners of his eyes were crooked, and the corners of his mouth kept rising, although his nose ached a little.

As an elder brother, he did not fulfill his brother's duties when he was a child, which is a pain that he cannot escape and let go of in his life.

When he was a student, his inaction, his arrogance, his love, his indifference, and his evasion all added a sorrow and pressure to this not-so-beautiful family.

"Alas!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Albus withdrew his gaze and opened the envelope.

The first line is, "My dear brother."

The handwriting of the word "elderbrother" is noticeably heavier and much rougher.

But Albus didn't care, rubbing the words repeatedly with his rough fingers, dry tears in his eyes.

Read on.

There is no politeness, straight to the point, which is really in line with Aberforth's temperament, and this handwriting, scribbled.

Albus smiled, thinking. How many years had he not seen his brother's words?

It's been a long, long time.

It was so long that he couldn't remember the time, so long that he didn't want to count it.

"Is that your choice? Aberforth."

Albus whispered, and when he spit out "Aberforth", his voice was so low, so strange, and so kind.

Since you treat him as a relative, so do I, no matter who he is or who he is. ，

He said it in his heart.

And finally, "Your dear brother, Aberforth Dumbledore."

Just the most basic letter format was enough to make Albus happy.

After reading it, he put the letter aside, crossed his fingers with his hands, rested his chin on it, and pondered.

Fawkes flew over and looked sideways at the letter.

….

Then he looked at Albus again, said nothing, flew back to his perch, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

After a long time, Albus woke up, picked up the letter, carefully placed it back in the envelope, and solemnly placed it in the cupboard.

With a look of determination in his eyes, he took a piece of parchment and began to write.

"Dear Gail, how have you been?"

"Sorry to bother you. I have a request, and I hope you can agree to it......

Albus wrote stroke by stroke.

I'm sure Aberforth will agree, it's for the good of the children, after all. ，

Thinking like this, he accidentally wrote the wrong word.

With a raised brow, the ink corrected itself and became the correct word, and Albus continued to write.

"Your former closest friend, Albus Dumbledore."

"Fawkes."

Albus beckoned to Fawkes.

When Fawkes opened his eyes, he saw Abu

Si dangled the envelope in front of him.

Don't even think about it, the letter that can be sent by him is not to Grindelwald, who else can it be?

Fawkes squinted at Dumbledore, picked up the letter, and the fire disappeared in a flash.

"Shhh This Fox, burn me."

Albus looked at his somewhat blackened fingers and smiled.

Back at his desk, he began to write letters to Aberforth.

"How are you doing, my dear brother?"

The previous part was mainly about the Hogwarts dormitory toilets.

He said that Hogwarts will listen to the opinions of parents and strive to make Hogwarts a comfortable campus for students.

At the same time, they will urgently start a project to add a bathroom to the Hogwarts dormitory, which will be completed during the summer holidays.

The latter part is about Ralph's good performance in school, his own anecdotes, and his concern for Aberforth.

The main part is still with Ralph.

Moreover, Albus wrote in a narrative of "hearing from various professors."

He knew what his brother didn't like, so he didn't write it from his own point of view.

Once Aberforth realizes that he is "peeping" on his students, it may be another shouting letter.

However, Albus does not watch it all the time, and he is not alone.

I look at it when it's boring, and I never look at places like bathrooms and dormitories.

As for his own anecdotes, he only brought them in a few sentences, and wrote down the incident that had just burned his hand at Fawkes.

Albus looked at his hand, "Isn't it still dark?"

Concern, on the other hand, is included in the polite ending of the letter format.

I really appreciate these formats for making Albus so visible about his concerns.

He knew that Aberforth was a strong man, and it was especially obvious when facing him.

Therefore, it is impossible to write about what to do with him such as "I hope you care about your body", and with their current relationship, it will directly arouse Aberforth's disgust.

It can only be written at the end of the letter, "I wish you good health".

After writing it, Albus summoned an owl and asked him to help send it.

In this way, the two brothers slowly had an intersection in life.

….

Ralph also often sees Ariana in the portrait, smirking silly.

That night, Newmondard.

Grindelwald, who was resting, was awakened by the light of Fox's fire.

"Noisy until you sleep? Down, you know, that's how he is."

Faced with Fox's dissatisfied nagging, Grindelwald comforted him.

At the same time, listening to Fox's narration, he also became a little curious about Ralph, whom he had not met.

But alas, his chances of leaving Newmondard are almost nil.

There are many opportunities, but he won't go out without the consent of an old bee with a sweet tooth.

Taking Dumbledore's letter, he opened it.

Familiar handwriting, surging thoughts, and memories of the past.

Like Dumbledore, Grindelwald rubbed his handwriting and read it word for word.

Looking at the contents inside, the smile on his face became even more obvious.

"It's your choice! Albus. Looks like you're still feeling a little uneasy! Darkness is rising, it's real darkness! Hey, hey, hey..."

"And gave me a new name, Jira Rentringwoods, tsk, not at all, why not Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald muttered to himself, then looked at Fawkes.

Fawkes skimmed his head and pulled out parchment and an inkwell with a quill on it.

He felt that he really owed these two people.

"Thank you, Fawkes.

」

Noticing that Fox was a little upset, Grindelwald thanked him.

Fox snorted haughtily, forgiving them.

"Thank you, dear Albus, for melting the ice that the harsh winter has left in my heart."

「... It's a pleasure to have your invitation... I can still deal with the curse... But I want you to send me the textbooks and student information, if you still trust me......

"Your Gail."

Carefully folding the letter and placing it in the envelope, Grindelwald gently blew the steaming seal paint.

"Fawkes."

He called, and soon, with a flash of fire, Fawkes appeared.

After receiving the letter, the heat rose and disappeared into the air.

In the end, Grindelwald was left alone.

Walking to the position where he was at the peak of his power, he looked at the world in front of him.

Winter goes to spring, and the stored power will bloom the most beautiful flowers in summer.

He stretched out his hand and tried to grasp the illusory flower that bloomed in the air, but he missed it.

The security personnel below glanced at him boredly and didn't care.

'If you don't sleep at night, what are you crazy about?' ，

They thought so.

"Fate is hidden behind the surface, so where is yours?"

Grindelwald's eyes shimmered with magical light, standing out in the night, but no one noticed.

"Forget it, don't look at it, fate likes to deceive people the most."

Grindelwald muttered, turning back to get ready to rest.

As he lay down, the fire flashed, and Fawkes came, accompanied by Dumbledore.

The two looked at each other in astonishment.

Grindelwald looked at himself a little awkwardly, then looked at Dumbledore with a relieved smile.

….

"Put away the Confusion Charm on you, Gail, Gail."

Dumbledore said, stuck.

"Okay, are these your pajamas? It's still so stylish."

Grindelwald said, lifting the [Confusion Charm] on his body.

Fawkes looked at the old man in front of him with a dull face, and he had pitied him for a long time.

The hearts of these sorcerers are black. ，

He thought so.

The two chatted.

The moonlight faded away, and the stars in the sky became denser and denser.

And just like that, Hogwarts came to Hogwarts with a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor named Gila Rentningwoods.

"What, you're going to put bathrooms in all the dorms? I don't agree, do you know how much it costs? .......」

The next morning, Dumbledore had just spoken to Professor McGonagall in the Great Hall about the incident, and Professor McGonagall was furious.

The output statement always revolves around "spending".

"I... I..."

Dumbledore couldn't get in at all.

The surrounding faculty and staff watched it all with amusement.

"Stop, stop! Minerva, you let me finish."

Dumbledore hurriedly uttered a sentence with magic.

Professor McGonagall paused, her head propped up and looked at him.

She's also a headmaster, and if Dumbledore doesn't say why, she'll never agree.

"The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor will donate money to the school..."

"I disagree! He's taken the risk to become a professor, so how can he still be asked to donate money?"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

The other professors thought the same thing, which was so unusual.

Hogwarts Chase Storm.

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