People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

His relationship with Albus fell apart. He broke Albus' nose at Ariana's funeral.

And began self-exile.

Eventually he became the owner of the Hog's Head Pub.

It was also he who drove Snape out of the bar for eavesdropping on the prophecy, preventing Voldemort from knowing the entire prophecy.

Before this, they had all ignored Aberforth's identity as Ariana's favorite brother.

Only now did they realize that Aberforth, the goat-man, was a really good brother.

Just like how Basil could win the hearts of others with a smile, and how Snape could get everyone's disgust with just one word, Ariana had a kind of magic that made people feel pity and love. With just one glance, you would unconsciously want to take care of her.

Madison and the others therefore wanted to keep Ariana in the community space so that she would not be harmed.

Now, they were starting to waver. Goatman might be able to take good care of Ariana.

So, when Baqir happened to say that he wanted Ariana to meet her brothers, they took the opportunity to confirm this idea.

Madison sighed, "Okay, but we have to finish the cake first."

Beatrice turned her head away and said, "Remember to go online. I made the clothes for you to try on when the time comes."

Zoe used the book to hide the disappointment on her face: "I haven't finished my story yet, you must remember to come and listen."

Sophie stood on tiptoe and rubbed Ariana's head. "Okay, bye. Remember to talk to the group if you have anything to say."

After receiving everyone's attention, Ariana looked at Bajir with burning eyes.

Baqir smiled: "You just need to get some sleep. When you open your eyes, you will see your brothers."

His fingertips glowed, and Ariana began to nod unconsciously, eventually closing her eyes.

She disappeared into thin air.

In the principal's office filled with silver, a luxurious four-poster bed appeared out of nowhere in front of the long table.

The beautiful blonde girl changed into pajamas and lay quietly on it.

Next to the pillow, a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air, and words slowly emerged.

On the golden branch, Fox, who was dozing off, suddenly widened his eyes, hit the ground with his head and fell to the ground.

In the community space.

After a long silence.

Madison broke the silence. "Did you just use Obliviate?"

Basil shook his head. "That's a variation of the Stunning Spell, a gentler Sleeping Spell."

"It's not like a Stunning Spell that knocks you unconscious like a blow to the head."

"It makes the cursed person fall asleep from the bottom of his heart."

"I don't have to make Ariana forget."

"I don't have anything to worry about now. So what if Dumbledore knows about the society? I am invincible in this world."

"And Ariana may not tell you either."

“More variables mean more benefits to me.”

"There are now four official members, me, you, Sophie, and Bella."

"After Zoe joins the club the day after tomorrow, she will have enough points to become a regular member. Then I will be able to come to your world and convert the variables into gems."

"When the time comes, Fiona, the super witch of your world, I will-" Bajir suddenly stopped, "I'm going to log off first, Riddle is looking for me."

"What's wrong?" Bagir returned to the bathroom, changed into pajamas, and pretended to have just finished using the toilet, so he asked himself.

"My lord, the ring of the Gaunt family has disappeared. Has he discovered the magic of the Resurrection Stone?" In the [Magic Book], the page of [Horcrux·Sealed Diary] glowed, and Riddle's voice was heard.

"Probably not." Bajir shook his head, "He's just on guard against you."

"There are only two places where you might know of Horcruxes. One is the old Gaunt house outside Little Hangleton."

"He was so weak that he could break in. Maybe the magic trap set there has the function of identifying newcomers."

"He was worried that you would be ignored by the magic trap and take the ring directly, just like he is now."

Riddle: "What about the Cave of Inferi? Will that make him aware of the disappearance of the locket and start moving the other Horcruxes?"

Basil denied: "He has no chance to transfer other Horcruxes."

"The most he knows about Regulus' betrayal is through this."

"Voldemort now has only five Horcruxes."

"Ravenclaw's diadem, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, the Gaunt ring, and Harry Potter."

"He doesn't know about Harry Potter's existence."

"The crown he knows we know. He has given this one up."

"The Gaunt family ring has been transferred or recovered by him."

"And the locations of the remaining two Horcruxes - the Black House and Gringotts. Both are my body, just like Hogwarts."

"I can destroy, take, or move them at any time."

"Recycling?" Riddle couldn't quite believe that the main body would dare to hold a recycling ceremony.

It requires repentance and pain from the soul, and the pain itself is enough to bring a person to collapse.

"No," Bagel narrowed his eyes, "I saw it with my own eyes."

The moment Gunter's ring was mentioned, the third eye was triggered again.

In a swamp, in the center of the black fog called Voldemort, a black stone was spinning, emitting a breathtaking red glow.

From the serrated cracks and overlapping circles and triangles on it, we can see its identity - the Resurrection Stone.

In front of the black fog, a blurry figure as if seen through foggy glass was kneeling on one knee.

The long light blond hair, the pale pointed face, and the cold gray eyes revealed the identity of the figure.

The dead Lucius Malfoy.

Yo! Ex-husband!

"It seems you are right, Riddle. He did discover the magic of the Resurrection Stone. He even held a recovery ceremony for it." Golden beast eyes emerged, murderous intent surged, but Basil showed an extremely sunny smile, "I hope he knows what's good for him. Don't disturb the dead who should not be provoked."

Riddle knows the identity of the deceased person his master is referring to, the grandmother who raised his master.

So he lowered his head quickly in front of the dilapidated wooden door with a rusty dagger nailed on it, and said, "I will find the swamp as soon as possible."

"No need," Basil smiled, "I just need to prepare some more advanced torture methods. Fortunately, he has a strong vitality that is not proportional to his strength because he has a Horcrux."

In the swamp, Voldemort, who had finally found the snake possessed, suddenly shuddered.

But when he looked at the body in front of him - a Muggle poacher with a ring tied around his neck with a string, he thought it was just an illusion.

He still remembers that when the time on his watch reached 11:11, a tremendous power surged out from him.

His soul was instantly connected to the fragments in the ring, passing through the blurry environment he saw when making the Horcrux. In the void, a familiar face with closed eyes appeared in his mind.

It seemed that with just a thought, he could bring it back to the world.

Let the dead Lucius Malfoy - the most recent person he had killed.

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This is a very shabby little bar.

A tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty bracket above the door, depicting a severed boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth wrapped around it.

The sign creaked in the wind.

An old man with silver hair and beard, wearing a colorful robe, stood in front of the door, motionless.

In a small, dark, very dirty, and sheep-smelling room, under the flickering light of a solitary candle, in front of a tattered, dirty, sawdust-covered bar, an old man with gray hair and beard like metallic wire kept wiping the equally dirty lenses with a dirty rag, as if he didn't know there were people outside.

After a long time, a cough broke the silence.

The old man, who seemed to have a very bad temper, slammed the bar heavily and said, "Tell me why you are here."

"She." The silver-haired and white-bearded old man whispered, as if he was talking in a trance. His back, which used to be straight, was unconsciously hunched.

Bang! With a loud noise, the door opened.

PS: Ariana was actually fourteen years old and died in August 1899. Here I make her three years older and an adult.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 121 Two Brothers Returning to Their Youth

The gray-haired old man has disappeared behind the bar.

The silver-haired old man walked into the room familiarly and the door closed automatically.

He walked past the bar, through another door behind the counter, and up a rickety wooden staircase into a living room.

The living room's decor is old but cozy.

Above the small fireplace hung a large oil painting of a blonde girl looking blankly and tenderly into the room.

"What's wrong? My elite brother?"

"Are you tired of being the greatest wizard and want to lower yourself to return to your humble family?"

The gray-haired old man said sarcastically. He turned his back to the entrance, staring at his bony and veiny hands without turning his head.

He seemed to want to say something more sarcastic and pungent, but under the gaze of the girl in the painting, he kept his mouth shut.

This is unreasonable.

This painting is an incomplete magic painting.

Magic paintings are usually hung on the walls of magic buildings. The people in the paintings are all dead people who can move freely in the portraits, talk noisily, and sometimes get drunk. They can enter and exit their own portraits at will and visit each other.

But they are not real life. The reason they can do all of the above is because the painter or wizard himself has injected traces into the magic painting.

Therefore, without visiting each other - the traces between portraits collide and derive from each other, most portraits can only say a few words similar to catchphrases.

However, the portrait in the magic painting before him did not have any trace injected into it when it was created.

She was supposed to be unable to speak, to be able to blink and hide away like the character on the Chocolate Frog card.

But now, the portrait of the young girl seemed to be able to see the rudeness of the gray-haired old man and responded.

It's as if it has self-awareness.

Just like, now her eyes turned to the other person in the room. Her eyes were full of joy.

The silver-haired old man, Albus Dumbledore, did not make any excuses.

There was no excuse for the fact that he had never been freed, and that he wanted to be Ariana's brother rather than the greatest white wizard.

He took it upon himself to bear the ridicule from his brother, as if that would make it easier to bear.

The gaze in the painting seemed like a sharp sword to him, and he began to lower his head and avoid it unconsciously.

Just when silence seemed to freeze the hot summer cabin, Fox appeared with a flash of fire, not at all gracefully, and his feathers exploded.

It chirped and chirped, as if it had forgotten that it was a phoenix.

"Please take your bird and get out of my room!" said Aberforth rudely.

"Fawkes?" Albus was also very surprised at its current state. It was just like seeing Snape and Sirius shaking hands and making peace.

Fox had never lost his temper like this since he had encountered it as a child.

Even when it is approaching old age and about to be reborn from the ashes, its feathers are still neat and tidy.

And the phoenix’s beautiful singing voice can also chirp?

Fox, the bird, was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He wanted Albus to summon his patronus and become one with him.

Then he will understand everything.

Until it saw the painting.

Quack! Fawkes grabbed Albus's sleeve and pointed his finger in the direction of the painting.

Aberforth, who had been watching the fun, could no longer sit still.