Ariana.

A name never heard of.

It was his old soothsayer's lover, but it sounded like a girl's name, and besides, he had sent himself a letter not long ago, and he was still alive and kicking, and he could cast a spell on himself, and quietly pit himself.

Who is it?

It's important, but it's not important at all.

He had to stop Dumbledore.

"Professor, calm down!" Harry held his hand, "Maybe it's true, but we'll have to verify it."

Dumbledore couldn't listen to Harry's words, and all that seemed to be the voice of the lady named "Ariana" seemed to be left in his ears, and his strength became very strong, as stubborn and tenacious as an ox, and he walked towards the ring with Harry's strength, little by little.

The finger is also getting closer and closer to the ring.

Harry frowned, this old man can't listen to people!

He raised his hand.

Alpha Seal!

The magic stirred up a wave of qi, faint but powerful, he was not trying to fight Dumbledore, but just to force him, and he didn't use all his strength - the cabinet was slammed into a clang.

However, it had no effect on Dumbledore.

He is the greatest white wizard of the century.

This is not an empty word, a title complimented by his peers, but a name he has earned by his own strength, even if he ties himself to a dog chain and hands the rope to others, but magic is engraved almost everywhere in his body, it is the same instinct as breathing.

He didn't even raise his hand, but the magic power on his body worked spontaneously, and a soft barrier poured out, counteracting the impact of the Alpha Seal.

But that's about it.

The magic only negated the seal, and did not make any counterattacks, just like its owner.

Yakhi!

Harry didn't give up, and struck another seal.

It still didn't work, Dumbledore was also a very good master of Occlumency—even if his mind was empty now, his magic would naturally break the seal.

Magic doesn't work.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry took a deep breath, approached, and swung his fist into Dumbledore's stomach.

He didn't spare any strength, knocking the hundred-year-old man back, causing him to fall straight to the ground.

But I haven't woken up yet.

He only had "Ariana" in his eyes, only the ring, and after falling to the ground, he staggered and crawled, and he had to touch it.

Second punch.

It's still the belly.

Dumbledore vomited bile, his eyes clear, but he vomited, and continued to shout the name "Ariana" in his mouth.

Third punch.

It was still in the stomach, far beyond the limit of the physical body, that Dumbledore was completely awake, and just as Harry was about to throw the fourth punch, he weakly shouted in a loud voice: "Okay, Harry, don't do it anymore, I'm awake." ”

Harry looked at him and said in a calm tone, "It seems that this method is very useful, next time your brain is confused, I will use this method to treat you." ”

Dumbledore coughed, clearing the dirt from his mouth, "Thank you, but I think Severus' poison tastes better." ”

Harry waved his wand, his robe stretched out, and closed the cabinet door.

With another flick, Dumbledore flew up and landed on the bed.

He took out two potions from the Sorting Hat: "Drink it, healing potion, and this, bone spirit, you broke three ribs by me." ”

Dumbledore took it and drank it obediently, grumbling, "Harry, you're so heavy. ”

Harry didn't speak, he walked to the window, his hat was jumping around excitedly outside the door, he loved the feeling of freedom and uninhibitedness, and waited for Dumbledore to finish the potion before he asked, "That's a very bad magic." ”

He was referring to the magic on that ring.

Really clumsy.

Not even black magic, just the level of an excellent seventh-year graduate, let Hermione practice for a month, she can almost do this.

"We're different, Harry." Dumbledore was silent, and only when the snow began to pound violently on the window, making a fierce crackling sound, did he continue, "Harry, there are many people, things, and things to be cherished. ”

He paused, "Maybe these words don't sound good, but James and Lily left when you were very young. ”

"You have a family now, Sirius, Lupin, and Severus, and a lover, and Hermione is a very good little witch."

He paused again, his eyes confused, staring helplessly at the old ceiling.

A poor jumping spider made a web with a thick layer, like a cocoon.

"And I don't have anything."

He whispered, with a little crying, and said the last word.

The Greatest White Wizard?

The Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot?

Or even the Headmaster of Hogwarts?

He didn't care about these titles at all, if he could, he would be willing, very willing to take these things out in exchange for Ariana's life, and he wouldn't mind throwing in some more chips, such as his own magic, those Gringotts possessions, and even his own life.

From that day on, what qualifications did he have to live?

"What about Hogwarts?" Harry asked him.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Minerva has always kept the school very well. ”

"It's a shame that my wedding to Hermione, you're one of the people I want to invite the most." Harry was expressionless.

Dumbledore was stunned.

Harry turned his head and looked out the window, "The people I want to invite the most may not be here. ”

Dumbledore looked at his back.

He thought it was Jaime and Lily, and Harry thought of Kyle Mohan's group.

In the eyes of outsiders, even in the eyes of Dumbledore and Hermione, he has always felt that he is a very miserable person.

Harry used to think so, but now he doesn't, he thinks he's the happiest man in the world.

Geralt, who knew his father, Grandpa Viselmere, Eskell who was like his mother, and Lambert, who shouted that he must call him uncle, but when the two of them went out, others thought he was more like his younger brother.

Kyle Mohan was his first home.

If he had the chance, Harry would most like to invite them to his own wedding - witchers would hardly have a formal marriage, even if they wouldn't have it in the future, at least let them have a good time and see what the wedding was all about.

Although they are now separated by two worlds, the clues left by Ciri may still have a chance to reunite with them.

Now he is just as happy, the big-hearted, reckless and clumsy Sirius, who has been trying his best to love himself as a "father", and Uncle Remus, and of course, Hermione, the little witch who has the courage to stand with him.

Witchers have always been loners.

But Harry looked down and realized that he had grabbed a bag of gems.

There are so many things to make yourself worth cherishing.

"Sirius might be able to fulfill his father's duties, but Professor Snape would be angry." Harry continued, his tone brisk, "I don't want them to fight at my wedding, only you can hold them down." ”

Dumbledore sighed, "I thought you wouldn't want to invite someone like me with a fudge in his head. ”

"You have a bad brain and you are one of the people I admire the most, and these two things are not in conflict at all." Harry waved his wand, turned his robe into a chair, and sat down on the edge of the bed, "And your heart is like ashes, but there are still people who think of you as a treasure." ”

"You?" Dumbledore chuckled.

Harry shook his head, "Your old soothsayer's lover." ”

Dumbledore was stunned.

Harry repeated, "Your old soothsayer's lover. ”

"Him?" Dumbledore shook his head, "Maybe, but you haven't seen him yet"

"He sent me a letter on my birthday." Harry calmly stated, "I made a very accurate prediction, so that I must stop you from wearing that ring." ”

The magic on the wrist dissipated.

I think he also acquiesced to himself at this time, saying these words.

Dumbledore's response was calm, and he lay quietly on his bed, not saying a word.

"Won't you tell me about these things?" Harry asked, he was genuinely curious.

Dumbledore still didn't speak.

"Something to do with Ariana?" Harry rubbed his knees together and thought, "She seems to be the person you hold most dear. ”

Dumbledore couldn't control his expression and looked at Harry in surprise, "How did you know that name?" ”

"You said it yourself." Harry waved his hand, "You kept shouting that name just while I was beating you up. ”

Dumbledore's brows furrowed, and he sighed, "Ariana is my sister. ”

"She's a silent person."

Harry was surprised.

Dumbledore was a very famous wizarding family, perhaps, their family could produce a Squib, but a Silent One. That's something that can only be born in a young wizard with enough talent when he is extremely depressed and extremely disgusted with demonic methods.

"For some special reasons." Dumbledore was reluctant to explain much about this, and he continued vaguely, "She can't go to Hogwarts and can only be cared for by me and my brother, and I'm not a good older brother. ”

"Ariana trusts Aberforth more, then my mind is full of great ambitions, all about changing the wizarding world, I have the talent and the ability, why wouldn't I do that?"

"That's when I met him, Gellert Grindelwald."

Harry was even more surprised, he opened his mouth wide: "Grindelwald? That extremely famous dark wizard? ”

"It's him." Dumbledore nodded, "He's not like Tom, he's not a dark wizard, he's idealistic, ambitious, and extremely charismatic, unlike Tom, who only uses bloody killings to create fear." ”

Harry nodded noncommittally, but didn't quite believe him.

Lovers, always in their own eyes, the other half of the perfection.

It's like Hermione always thought she was serious.

It was very painful to tear open the scar, especially this one, which was old, rancid and pus-bubbling, and it hurt even more to tear it open, Dumbledore took a deep breath: "Well, he lives in my house, and we discuss magic." ”

"The magical creature form of the Patronus Charm was discussed at that time."

(End of chapter)