The Sorting Hat flashed its headlights, shining the light into the distance.

Ms. Rosmerta was caught in the light and went into the house in a panic.

"Oh, three broomsticks are so good to think about," it muttered, correcting Harry's mistake.

The words are not finished.

Hermione pulled out her wand and tapped it on the dashboard, coughing heavily with a menacing voice.

The Sorting Hat was stunned.

It wrenched the handle awkwardly: "Oh my god, there's something wrong with my headlights!" The xenon lamp that just changed, damn black-hearted merchants! ”

"Let's hurry up and go to the bar."

"I'd like to have a warm glass of oil, too."

Grindelwald nodded: "It's okay, I haven't been to the bar for a long time, let's go." ”

"I'm not familiar with this place, Mr. Dumbledore, could you please show me the way?"

Dumbledore bowed: "Of course. ”

He walked forward, Grindelwald following beside him.

The Sorting Hat wanted to fly away, it felt like it wasn't supposed to be in this place as a hat, but Hermione was still on him, and it couldn't carry Hermione away.

Slow toto, pull a long and narrow line on the snow.

Harry stopped talking.

The three of them were silent and walked to the Pig's Head Bar.

Hogsmeade suddenly changed and Gringotts was attacked by goblins, and the wizarding world was in turmoil. Although the pig's head bar was still open, there were no customers, only Aberforth resting on the counter.

"There's a guest." Harry waved his wand, and a pebble flew up and banged on the door.

Aberforth raised his head and frowned, "Harry, why don't you worry about Hogwarts?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the two beside Harry, and he stopped abruptly.

"Grindelwald!" Aberforth slapped the table, glaring angrily and gritting his teeth.

He's old.

It hasn't been seen in decades.

But his face has long been piercing into the depths of the bone marrow, closely linked to this broken life.

Grindelwald looked at him generously.

Dumbledore dodged a little, to one side, half-hiding behind Harry.

"Don't be so excited, Mr. Aberforth." Harry whispered.

Aberforth tilted his head and fixed his gaze on Harry, "Mr. Potter, don't do this kind of thing with your own feelings, it's boring. ”

"It's closed now, the pig's head bar is not open today"

Harry interrupted him, "No, not like you think. ”

"Now Grindelwald is a homeless stray dog."

Even if he scolded him with ugly words, Aberforth was unmoved.

In his mind, these words could even be said to be a glorification of Grindelwald.

Grindelwald opened his mouth and took the initiative to explain: "Harry is right, I am a homeless stray dog now. ”

"Voldemort came looking for me, for the whereabouts of the Elder Wand."

"I'm no match for him, but luckily Tianmu gave me a warning so that I could prepare to flee from his pursuit."

"Now in the whole world, only Hogwarts can protect me, so I have to flee here."

Speaking of which, he paused.

"Mr. Potter, it seems that Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't fully trust me yet, and he doesn't plan to put me in the castle at this time, so he can only find a bar to sit down and have a good talk."

"Three broomsticks are closed."

The sorting hat that followed in twisted the handlebars awkwardly, and the engine roared slightly.

Aberforth raised his wand and aimed it at Grindelwald: "It's better for you to go to the Screaming Shed than to come to me." ”

"You know."

"I will also be unforgivable."

Grindelwald stood, not speaking or moving, the gaze cast into his eyes on Aberforth.

Aberforth's russet gaze dug deep into the look in those azure eyes.

What he wanted to capture.

But.

Frank and swaying.

There is no guilt.

Grindelwald felt guilty, but that was only for Albus Dumbledore, not Aberforth the Dumbledore. He doesn't regret what he has done in his life, but he feels guilty that he broke his lover's heart.

Blue is a color that makes people calm down.

But Aberforth watched, and the anger in his heart grew.

He didn't feel guilty.

In front of yourself! In front of himself, the person who killed his sister and his wife and children, there was no guilt in his eyes.

"Avada suo!"

He roared and uttered the incantation, and a green light flashed—

Grindelwald stood upright, the slow speed of the incantation he could recognise, but he didn't do anything.

Dumbledore subconsciously raised his hand, already raising his wand.

Harry's eyes were quick and he pressed his hand down.

Hermione subconsciously, her eyelids quivering.

Boom - The spell struck on the threshold above Grindelwald's head, sawdust flew wildly, and the old, ugly pig's head was overwhelmed and fell to the ground, splashing snowflakes.

Aberforth looked at Grindelwald with disgust, he didn't choose to kill him, but why, he didn't even hide?

Hide!

Even if it's like my brother, my body has a knee-jerk reaction.

Just a little, just a little.

I can convince myself that he is standing here, not to apologize, not to reconcile, but to take advantage of this situation to force himself to choose to expose.

As long as you convince yourself, you can really make up your mind to kill him.

But he didn't, why not?

Grindelwald watched Aberforth quietly, accepting all his fate, whether he died here or not.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!" He recited the incantation.

Grindelwald still didn't dodge, the power of the Mind Drilling Spell spread all over his body, he didn't choose to resist, he endured this spell, no matter how psychologically it was, his body was honest, he fell to the ground in pain, twisted and struggled.

Dumbledore tilted his head, unable to bear to look.

Harry walked into the room, waved his wand, cast a cleansing charm, wiped the old dusty table and removed the dirt from the floor, and turned to look at Hermione, "What to drink?" ”

"Butterbeer is fine." Hermione replied.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, "Albus, are you still honey water?" ”

Dumbledore sighed, how could he be in the mood to drink at such a time, but he couldn't do anything.

Even if Aberforth killed Grindelwald, it was a matter of course.

Fate did not favor his brother.

And the culprit who caused all the disasters and messed up the life of his innocent brother was Grindelwald.

Harry waved his wand and the Levitation Charm dragged Dumbledore to sit down at the table.

Two glasses of whiskey, one glass of butterbeer wafted out of the counter.

Dumbledore picked up his glass and tasted the alcoholic drink he hadn't drunk in a long time, and the heat was so hot that he wanted to cry.

(End of chapter)