Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 999 Extra: Dumbledore and the Pig’s Head Bar

In the dim room, the bar owner Aberforth was wiping a... glass that didn't look that dirty with a dirty rag.

At least compared to the piece of cloth with unclear colors, this cup is really clean.

I don't know if it was because of the Hogwarts holiday, but the Pig's Head Bar, which was originally quite busy, was surprisingly quiet at this time, with only two customers.

"Is this really okay with you?"

I don't know how long it took, but Aberforth finally succeeded in wiping the wine glass gray, raised his head and asked:

"You should know better than anyone how dangerous that **** **** is..."

Opposite him, a man who was seventy-nine similar to him was sitting, floating on a stool to be precise.

"If you are referring to Gellert... yes, I know very well." Dumbledore nodded, looking at the wine glass with tangled eyes.

"To be honest, I feel like I should have listened to the professors' advice and brought a cup with me when I came here."

"Don't interrupt, I won't give you such a clean cup." Aberforth glared at him angrily, "Answer me, why did you let that **** run around!"

"It's not about letting go, Aberforth." Dumbledore raised his arm and buried his entire hand into the counter in front of him.

"You see, I am just a ghost now."

He took his hand out again, shrugged and said, "I can't even hold the wand, so how can I possibly prevent him from leaving Nurmengard."

"You..." Aberforth twitched his lips.

Out of the instinct between brothers, he knew very well that Dumbledore was not telling the truth, but he could not find any evidence.

Because Dumbledore really couldn't hold the wand.

It can be said that except for being in color, the current Dumbledore is exactly the same as the ghosts in the castle in other aspects.

Without magic power, I can only float and cannot touch any objects...

"I believe they can handle this trouble, even without me." Dumbledore glanced in the direction of the castle and spoke again.

"Do you trust those professors that much?"

"No, I believe Kyle."

"What do you mean?" Aberforth frowned.

He admitted that the student named Kyle was the most talented wizard he had ever seen, even surpassing the young Dumbledore.

But to say he could take down Grindelwald... would be a bit of an exaggeration.

Although Grindelwald has been imprisoned in Nurmengard for nearly seventy years, this does not mean that he has become weaker.

On the contrary, during these seventy years, Grindelwald could not contact the outside world, and he would not be subject to any interference.

If he spent all his time studying magic, he would most likely become even more powerful than Dumbledore at his peak.

Kyle, a wizard less than twenty years old, can deal with such a monster?

No kidding!

"No, brother, you misunderstood." At this time, another person said.

For the first time, Dumbledore knew that a person's complexion could change so quickly. Wouldn't Aberforth just tell him to go away with a cold face?

But who is this kind old man with a happy face and a spring breeze in front of him?

"Ariana, would you like another drink?" I don't know what kind of magic Aberforth used, but a brand new, spotless wine glass appeared out of thin air on the bar.

"No, I didn't bring much money today."

"What does it matter?" Aberforth said loudly: "You can put it on Dumbledore's account, that's what everyone does."

Dumbledore blinked.

Shouldn't Aberforth say he doesn't want the money? Why was it recorded in his account?

But Ariana just smiled and said nothing.

She doesn't like drinking, she just enjoys the warm atmosphere.

When was the last time she saw two brothers quarreling... She couldn't remember clearly, but it must have been a long, long time.

Seeing Ariana's refusal, Aberforth didn't say anything more, but he still made a new drink.

A glass of violet sparkling water with half a bottle of honey.

"You just said that I misunderstood. What do you mean?" Aberforth glanced at Dumbledore, "Don't tell me what agreement he made with that bastard?"

"So, but not strictly speaking." Dumbledore stared at the remaining Violet Sparkling Soda on the table.

"What are you looking at? You can't drink."

"What you said is really outrageous..." Dumbledore pretended to wipe his eyes.

Aberforth's mouth twitched, as if he was about to vomit.

Dumbledore acted as if he hadn't seen it, and sighed faintly, "Well, you're right, I really can't drink. I'm starting to understand why ghosts like rotten and smelly food."

"Then I'll stink it up and give it to you!" Aberforth muttered angrily. "But now, I don't have time to guess riddles with you..."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Dumbledore raised his hand, "Actually, you don't need to be so nervous."

"Gellert is getting older too. Old people like us would rather lie on a wicker chair in the garden and bask in the sun than disturb the magical world."

Aberforth sneered.

He didn't know whether to say that Dumbledore was too naive or too stupid.

Maybe Dumbledore likes to bask in the sun, but that Grindelwald definitely likes to mess with the wizarding world... Even if he is over a hundred years old, this hobby will not change.

Aberforth swore that Dumbledore might be the only one in the wizarding world who thought he preferred to bask in the sun.

Dumbledore didn't know what his brother was thinking.

He didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, so he asked instead: "Do you know what state I am in now?"

"Of course I know." Aberforth said casually: "You have said it more than once about a special ghost formed by a memory. I remember it."

"Then do you know how I maintain this state?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

But this time, Aberforth didn't answer.

Because he doesn't know. In the magical world, ghosts are actually not uncommon, and can even be said to be a very common special magical animal.

But these ghosts are all translucent and pearly white in human form.

As for the colorful ghost, he had only seen Dumbledore.

Although he had found it strange before, because the other party was Dumbledore, he didn't think much of it and just assumed that the other party had learned some weird and special magic.

Dumbledore knows some special magic that others don't know about. It sounds completely fine and makes perfect sense.

"I am a coward..." Dumbledore said suddenly.

"I can see that." Aberforth instinctively agreed without any hesitation.

But the two people present were used to it, and no one found it strange.

"I was afraid of leaving Ariana again, so I found a magic master for help." Dumbledore continued:

"Rowner Ravenclaw, you may think I'm talking nonsense, but she was in the castle, not that long ago."

Aberforth had no expression on his face, he just stared at Dumbledore.

"She used the power of the crown to finally preserve my memory completely, allowing me to steal as much time as possible with Ariana in this despicable and cowardly way."

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"Oh, and you, Aberforth," Dumbledore added.

But judging from Aberforth's expression, this sentence obviously didn't make him feel very happy.

If possible, he actually wanted to be with Ariana by himself rather than with this extra person.

"What do you mean by telling me this."

"It means that if someone holds the crown, he can completely disappear this memory of mine at any time." Dumbledore said casually: "And this crown now belongs to Kyle."

Aberforth still didn't understand, but Dumbledore didn't continue.

If Aberforth was as smart as Ariana, he would have known that if Grindelwald didn't want Dumbledore to disappear completely, he would have to enjoy the sun.

Kyle was different from other wizards, and Dumbledore believed that if he wanted to, he could find a way to make Grindelwald enjoy sunbathing.

Although this method took advantage of Grindelwald's emotions and was somewhat despicable, Dumbledore said that there was nothing he could do about it.

He is no longer the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot and the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Now he is just a weak and cowardly ghost.

Whether it's cowardice or meanness, it doesn't matter.

Dumbledore swayed from side to side in mid-air.

Not to mention, after becoming a ghost and getting rid of all unnecessary things, he felt much more relaxed, and he gradually fell in love with this feeling.

There are no unnecessary factors, no interests, no responsibilities, just pure companionship.

Dumbledore floated twice more.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that there was a golden toad in the wine glass on the bar.

Like it came out of nowhere.

"Damn it!" Aberforth also noticed, "What the **** is this? I swear what I took out this time is real wine."

Dumbledore and Ariana looked at him at the same time.

"Well, it's not about the wine, it's Nico," Dumbledore said.

"who?"

"Nicholas Flamel." Dumbledore explained: "This kind of gadget was his work two hundred years ago. I have seen it before."

He moved closer to the golden toad the size of a snitch.

I don’t know what Dumbledore did. The toad opened his mouth and used the wine in the cup to form a line of words on the table.

"Kyle's wedding!" Dumbledore opened his mouth wide in surprise, with a bit of disbelief in his eyes.

"This is really...unexpected..."

But the next second, he felt that this should be the case.

It's a bit contradictory, but this is how Dumbledore really feels.

"It looks like I need to prepare a gift in advance. Is anyone going to London?"

"I'm with you." Ariana stood up. She seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help laughing.

"Guess whether Diana is like us and just learned the news."

"I guess... yes." Dumbledore's eyes also lit up.

"Come on, I can't wait to get to London."

The two of them walked outside in tacit agreement, and stopped at the door at the same time.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Aberforth, who was still hesitating behind the bar.

"You're not still waiting for customers to come to your door."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Aberforth muttered under his breath.

But he still threw the cloth aside and walked out of the bar.

"Let me tell you first, I am just here to accompany Ariana and have nothing to do with you at all."

"Ah, yes, of course I know." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Ariana, who was walking at the front, also smiled and took the initiative to open the door in front of her.

The sun shines in from outside, and the Hog's Head Bar doesn't seem so dark anymore.

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(End of chapter)