I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The tall Auror said calmly: "We are not those fools."

idiot?

Lippi glanced at the Auror and said calmly, "What a coincidence. I mean, the timing of your surprise attack."

"Countries are searching for Grindelwald, but he is like a ghost that cannot be caught."

"We have our own intelligence." The tall Auror glanced at his eyelids, "We are more willing to put it into action and make magic great."

"Ok?"

"It's time for you to leave."

The tall Auror interrupted Lippi to ask again, staring at Lippi unkindly.

"Your companion is outside."

"ok, I get it."

Lippi nodded and walked out.

The Auror watched him leave before leaving.

The grand summit after Grindelwald's capture was over.

Their goals have disappeared, so there is no point in staying here.

Old Barty walked in the Polish wizard gathering place, frowning at the economic depression around him.

"I thought we were going into the slums," Pierce said incredulously.

"That Muggle War affected this place," said the knowledgeable old Barty. "Coupled with the subsequent corruption, this place has never been able to recover."

"It's hard to imagine." Pierce suddenly understood the Polish Minister of Magic.

The already bad situation was made worse by Grindelwald.

Lippi came over and Batistuta asked, "How is it?"

"I used the Apparition Charm, and nothing changed. But there is one thing." Lippi whispered, "Grindelwald has a scar on his finger."

"I understand."

Old Barty looked back at the Auror following behind him and said, "Let's leave."

In the Minister of Magic's office.

The tall Auror reported Lippi's matter to the Polish Minister of Magic.

"He might have discovered something."

The tall Auror said, "Does it need to be handled?"

"Keep it first."

Gradually changing back into Grindelwald's appearance, Grindelwald came to the windmill painting and admired it.

"I don't understand, why here? This place is poor, corrupt and weak." The tall Auror asked in confusion.

Grindelwald glanced at him and said meaningfully: "Yor taught me a truth. Only the strong are worthy of being followed. The smaller you are, the more you yearn for greatness."

"They are humble to the dust, and I can make them great."

Grindelwald took out the old wand and muttered to himself: "Survival of the fittest."

"Strength comes first."

“I saw my own failure, so I chose another way.”

Looking at the windmill hanging on the wall, what was originally there was a copy of the Statute of Secrecy.

Grindelwald never changes, his goals remain the same.

Let wizards live honestly and make magic great again.

But this time, he chose another path.

A different path from before.

The survival of the fittest, the dedication of a few can awaken the majority.

"I saw far enough this time, Joel."

...

The Hog's Head Tavern.

The three people stared at each other.

There is a star spirit hanging on each of the goat's ears, as if swinging on a swing.

"Clean this place up."

John glanced at the table and ordered very unceremoniously.

Aberforth paused, about to lose his temper.

Ariana poked the table with her finger, and there was something on it that might be oil or someone's snot.

A tooth that flew out during a last fight and was embedded in a pillar also attracted Ariana.

Aberforth walked to the counter, took out the rag that had not been washed for who knows how long, and used a cleaning spell to reveal its original yellow color.

Of course, it is also possible that yellow is not the original color.

Aberforth came over and wiped the table diligently. When he was about to leave, John pointed at the stool again.

Aberforth, with a sullen face, went over and wiped the stool carefully.

John touched it to confirm before sitting down.

"any drinks?"

"Is there butter beer here?" John glanced at Ariana and said lightly, "Of course, I hope it's hot."

Aberforth did not argue, but went into the room behind the counter and fiddled with it for a while.

Two glasses of butterbeer were brought out, and the glasses looked like new ones.

...

Chapter 605 Aberforth, Dumbledore's Gift

During this process, Ariana kept looking at Aberforth curiously.

Aberforth avoided her gaze and walked behind the counter.

John picked up the butterbeer and took a sip. Mm, the temperature was just right.

It was just one sip and John didn't drink any more.

In fact, it was the taste of butterbeer that made him not want to drink it.

Ariana took a sip from it, and John glanced at Aberforth, who was afraid to come over, and said casually, "Yes, it's her."

Ariana looked over and wondered who John was talking to.

John said calmly, "Didn't he tell you that I have some talent in Legilimency?"

"This is not surprising. Your brain is as clear as glass now."

"I thought he would tell you that."

John saw through everything in Aberforth's mind. Aberforth was silent for a while, then asked, "How did you..."

He did not remember it like Dumbledore did. Even Dumbledore only recalled the incident after he was on the verge of death.

John shrugged. "It's better if you don't know."

"I don't want Ariana to think she's alone," John said seriously, looking at Aberforth, "You're his brother, she has a right to know."

"Brother?" Ariana looked at Aberforth suspiciously.

This once familiar name now belongs to John.

"Is she all right?" Aberforth asked.

"It's getting better," John stood up, took Ariana's hand and walked to Aberforth, "Ariana Dumbledore Wick, this is her name now."

"This is good." Aberforth lowered his eyes. "It's better than being here with us."

Aberforth's mind was in a state of confusion.

From the moment he saw Ariana, he couldn't remain calm, and the indifference he showed was just a disguise after his emotions reached their peak.

"You were once her favorite brother," John shook his head, "despite being a failure."

Aberforth did not refute. He looked at John and said seriously: "I don't want you to let Ariana come back."

"He and I are both failed brothers. Ariana is by your side, and I see her changing for the better."

Aberforth had been watching from the moment Ariana walked in.

Ariana is now much more cheerful than before. She has gained control, and the terrible power is hidden in her body.

There is no safer place than with the Second King.

"I won't imprison her. She is free to go wherever she wants." John said calmly, "She will fly in the sky one day, and I will open up all obstacles for her."

Aberforth took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you."

John saved Ariana and was willing to allow her to meet his incompetent brother, which was a tolerance that surpassed everything.

"I'm willing to do anything for you." He said this.

John shook his head and said, "I don't use my family as leverage."

He released Ariana's hand and said to her, "I think you'll like him, Aberforth Dumbledore."

At the name, Ariana reacted.

She came out from behind John and looked at her brother.

She tried to find her brother's shadow, but failed.

But she smiled and said, "It's like my great-grandfather, whose paintings you showed me."

"I have more paintings that I haven't shown you yet." Aberforth said seriously, "Ariana."

He held out his hand, and Ariana hesitated for a moment, then put her hand on it.

The two of them headed for the door behind the counter, and Ariana stopped and looked back at John, "Are you going to wait for me, brother?"

John smiled and said, "I'll always be here."

Ariana was relieved and happily went in with Aberforth.

There, there are countless paintings left by Aberforth out of guilt over the past century.

If he weren't a wizard, he might have been a painter in the Muggle world.

Before the butterbeer got cold, Ariana came out.

John took her to find Mrs. Wick.

Ariana waved to Aberforth as she reached the door.

"Goodbye, brother."

Aberforth waved goodbye.

Aberforth sat down until the two figures completely disappeared.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, immersed in the joy of Ariana's resurrection.

"Hogwarts...King."

He looked at the cold Butterbeer.

He seemed to understand why that child could become the king admired by everyone.

"You don't need your family as leverage. Wick is where you belong, Ariana."

Aberforth knew that he had already lost.