Chapter 86: Magic and Cruel Life

Rolf and Dumbledore discussed Death and the three brothers in depth, but at the end of the conversation, he suddenly remembered something else.

"Professor Dumbledore, that night in the bathroom, I found Mrs. Pince being attacked and saw the black-robed wizard collecting this."

Luofu took out a bottle from his arms, which contained a black substance. He shook the bottle slightly and said:

"The man was in a hurry to escape, and the bottle fell... What is this?"

After Dumbledore took the bottle, he glanced at it and said softly: "Fear."

"fear?"

"Fear is not an illusory concept, but a real and powerful force, just like... love." Dumbledore sighed softly.

"Why would that person collect such things?"

"Perhaps he is making a non-existent life..." Dumbledore was about to explain in detail when the sound of rapid footsteps came from the stairs, and he whispered:

"Rolf, come to my office tonight."

Rolf hummed. He looked up and saw Aberforth striding over. He shouted in a rough voice:

"I'm sorry to interrupt you two's secret conversation about saving the world... It's time to eat, everyone has been waiting for a long time!"

"Sorry, let's eat first." Dumbledore stood up and walked downstairs with a smile.

Aberforth snorted coldly, dragged a large table to the center of the living room, and shouted: "You two little guys, hurry up and bring the food!"

Soon, Shirley and Hermione ran up the stairs holding plates of food, but the two little girls did not put the bowls and spoons on the table immediately.

"This table is also very dirty." Hermione frowned slightly and said, "How long has it been since it was wiped down?"

Aberforth coughed and said, "It was either Christmas last year, or the Christmas before last... Anyway, I can't remember clearly."

"..."

"It's okay, I brought a cloth." Shirley had already expected this situation. After all, the kitchen on the first floor was very dirty, and she couldn't say how clean the living room was.

"Help me carry it." The girl with the ponytail turned around and put the dishes in Luofu's hands, then took out a towel that had been washed more than a dozen times and wiped the table again.

"You won't get sick if you don't eat it!" Aberforth muttered.

"The disease enters through the mouth." Shirley corrected her seriously and wiped the table again and again.

"Wiping it once is not enough?!" Aberforth said casually when he saw that the little girl loved to be clean and was quite neat at work.

"You might as well come and work in my bar, cleaning the tables and sweeping the floor every day...I'll pay you."

"Sorry, Mr. Dumbledore." Shirley glanced at Rove quietly, pursed her lips and smiled: "I already have a job!"

"That's right." Luo Fu held the plate and deliberately said with a straight face:

"Mr. Dumbledore, poaching my assistant in front of me, the boss, is not a good habit."

"How old are you before you have an assistant?" Aberforth sneered:

"But your grandfather had an assistant, Bundy, back then. You really followed his example."

"It's just a family tradition." Luo Fu said calmly.

Aberforth glanced downstairs and suddenly lowered his voice: "By the way, little guy, what was my brother talking to you just now?"

"We talked about some academic issues." Rove said nonchalantly: "You can ask Professor Dumbledore about the specific content."

"I don't care what you are talking about!" Aberforth said coldly:

"But I know my brother. He will use his words to deceive others into doing things for him willingly, especially those close to him!"

The old man's eyes glanced at the portrait of the girl on the mantelpiece, and he said with complicated eyes:

"Your grandfather Newt is like this. When he was young, he was tricked by my brother into going to New York and Bhutan and doing many dangerous things."

Aberforth sarcastically said: "My brother is getting close to you now. You'd better stay away from him. Don't be betrayed by him and even help him count galleons!"

Faced with Aberforth's slander, Hermione was a little unconvinced and retorted:

"Professor Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster of Hogwarts. What he wants to do must be glorious and great, and not as dirty as you said."

"Great shit, glorious shit! Don't be stupid, kid." Aberforth said with a straight face:

"What do you know? My brother learned to keep secrets and lie at my mother's knees. Don't believe anything he says, let alone do anything for him. The only way to stay away from him is to be safest..."

The old man wanted to continue persuading him, but there were footsteps at the top of the stairs, and Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall came together, so he quickly shut up.

After wiping the table, all the food was served and the four of them sat down.

The rice cooked by Aberforth was very strange. It looked dark, much like dark Indian cuisine, but unexpectedly it tasted pretty good.

"This fried fish needs to be paired with vinegar to make it taste better." Aberforth took a large bottle of vinegar from the table.

Seeing that both Shirley and Hermione wanted to pour themselves into the bowl, Rolf quickly gave them a wink.

"What's wrong? The Scamander boy? Do you think my cooking is not delicious?" Aberforth glared.

"No, I'm just worried about the vinegar..." Luofu said softly: "Is there any special additive?"

"What kind of additives?" Aberforth said with a straight face: "I bought these at a high price for good sauce-flavored vinegar!"

"Really?" Luofu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then I heard from the prefect that the vinegar in your shop is all vinegar from the wooden barrels in the lounge of our college.

Students collect them and sell them to you at a low price. "

"You can drink vinegar, but you can't say anything!" Aberforth hurriedly said: "Don't slander me!"

But no one at the table dared to be jealous, for fear of magic and cruelty!

"Come, drink some wine." Aberforth changed the subject, he picked up a large jar of mead and poured a glass for Rolf, Shirley and Hermione respectively.

Professor McGonagall objected: "Children can't drink!"

"Today is Christmas vacation!" Aberforth said disdainfully: "Besides, I stole wine in my second year and it's okay now!"

"That's you, so you didn't graduate from Hogwarts in the end." Professor McGonagall's eyes were stern, she pursed her lips and said: "But don't lead my three best students astray."

"Then do you know which college comes to me to buy strong liquor the most? "Aberforth said with a smile:

"It's you Gryffindor, the twins from the Wesley family, who came to buy hot whiskey last time..."

"..."

Professor McGonagall glared at Aberforth fiercely, and she asked why they had wine when they celebrated in the lounge when they beat the Slytherin Quidditch team last time!

Professor McGonagall was arguing with Aberforth, and Dumbledore was trying to persuade them, but he was not pleasing to both sides, like a bullied wife.

The three little ones ignored them.

Rolf raised his glass, and Shirley and Hermione also raised their glasses. The three cups gently touched each other and laughed happily:

"Cheers!"

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