Chapter 218 Aberforth's Gift

As Floo powder was thrown into the fireplace, a series of blurry furnace doors flashed before Rove's eyes, and his body was spinning rapidly in the roaring green flames.

When the dizziness disappeared, his feet landed firmly and he appeared in a strange room.

It was a living room with Victorian-era wallpaper on the walls and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, wrapped with a golden phoenix figurine.

On a cherry wood round table, there is a retro-style sewing machine and an old-fashioned radio.

Pale golden sunlight shines into the room through the stained glass windows, and there are paintings on the glass depicting part of the love story of the Knights of the Round Table, Tristan and Iseult.

The entire living room has a distinct nineteenth-century style. It is not big, but extremely clean.

Shirley walked through the fireplace and walked to Rove. She also looked at the room and said in surprise:

"It's so clean. Does anyone live here?"

The living room was indeed extremely clean and did not look uninhabited, but neither Dumbledore nor Aberforth would have lived here on a regular basis.

Above the fireplace, there was a portrait. A blond girl suddenly appeared in the frame. She said to Shirley in a soft tone:

"No one else lives here, but Aberforth often comes back to clean the room. He loves to be clean."

Hearing this, Luofu twitched his lips. If he hadn't just come from the Pig's Head Bar, he would have almost believed it.

To say that Aberforth loved cleanliness is basically equivalent to saying that Snape was mysophobic.

However, Rolf did not refute, but looked at Ariana with interest. He had seen the girl many times, but this was the first time he heard her speak.

Rolf planned to get close to Ariana, and as long as he had control over her, he would have control over Aberforth.

If he buys something from the Pig Head Bar in the future, not only it will be free, but it will also cost a lot of money!

"Hello Ariana, my name is Rolf Scamander, you know me, right?"

"I know." Ariana looked at the boy timidly and said, "Aberforth often mentions you."

"Remember me?" Luofu asked with a smile. "What did he say about me?"

"Aberforth said..." Ariana said honestly: "You are a big talker who likes to talk. You are the best at coaxing girls, and you want me to stop talking to you."

"..."

The smile on Rove's face disappeared, but it did not disappear, but moved to the faces of Shirley and Hermione.

Shirley still restrained herself, but pursed her lips and smiled secretly. Hermione didn't hide her gloating, her face was filled with approval and she nodded in agreement.

Luofu was speechless, forced a smile, and said awkwardly: "Aberforth may have some misunderstandings and prejudices against me, oops... look what is this?!"

Rove abruptly changed the subject and pointed to the photo next to Ariana's portrait. Sure enough, both Shirley and Hermione's attention was drawn away.

It was a family photo, with Dumbledore's father on it - Percival - he was a very handsome middle-aged man.

Dumbledore's mother, Kandra, is also an iconic beauty. She has jet black hair tied into a high bun, dark eyes, high cheekbones and a straight nose.

Albus and Aberforth, who were probably only five or six years old, wore the same short blouses with lace collars and had the same shoulder-length hair.

And Ariana was still a baby, held in Kandra's arms, arms waving vaguely outside the swaddle.

The Dumbledore family seemed quite happy, but Rolf knew that this happiness did not last only a few years before it turned into a tragedy of family destruction and death.

The three of them looked at the photos for a while, followed Aberforth's instructions, walked out of the living room without moving anything, and entered a yard that was neither big nor small.

The yard was filled with snow, and there was a swing under a bare tree... It was obviously the swing that Ariana had used back then.

It seems that although this old house is no longer inhabited, it still maintains the layout as it was a hundred years ago. Neither Dumbledore nor Aberforth has any intention of changing it.

Luofu took out the key and opened the door. They left the yard and only walked a few meters away when the house disappeared.

"Should we go to the cemetery first, or should we go to Bathilda Bagshot first?" Shirley looked at Rove.

"How about going to the cemetery first?" Hermione suggested.

Although Bathilda Bagshot is a famous expert on the history of magic, Hermione can't wait to meet her and chat about the history of magic...

But considering that what Aberforth asked Rolf to bring was too outrageous, she thought it would be better not to go!

Otherwise it's easy to get beaten.

Rolf was also hesitant. After much thought, he decided to look for Bathilda Bagshot first.

After all, he also had some questions that he wanted to ask the other party.

Following the address given by Aberforth, the three of them walked through the village. They turned left and right, and finally passed through a deserted vegetable garden and came to an old house.

Luofu knocked hard on the door. After a while, the door opened and an elderly witch came out:

She was already very old, her hair was gray and sparse, her face was covered with age spots, her long neck full of wrinkles rested on her bony shoulders, and the skin of her thin chin hung loosely.

"Hello, Mrs. Bathilda Bagshot, I am Rolf Scamander." Rolf greeted: "Do you remember me?"

The old woman stared at Rolf, her eyes sunken in the transparent wrinkles of her skin, with thick cataracts inside. She thought for a moment and replied in an old voice:

"Remember, you are Newt's grandson. We met at Nico's funeral that summer."

Rolf was very happy that Bagshot remembered this. He smiled and said, "We are commissioned by Aberforth to visit you."

"Oh, Aberforth." Bagshot nodded and said, "Come in with me."

She hunched over and walked towards the room with a staggering step. Rolf, Shirley and Hermione followed closely behind.

They walked into a living room. The whole room was very dark. Bagshot picked up a match and lit the candles in the room.

The candles were placed everywhere, some standing on small plates, some on piles of books or on a small table full of moldy broken cups.

Bagshot's shaking hands always felt that he was not lighting candles, but lighting the house.

Shirley and Hermione hurried forward and helped her light the candles one by one.

Bagshot sat on the sofa and asked, "So, did you bring that thing?"

"Yes." Rolf gave Shirley a look, and the girl opened the box, and they worked together to take out a...

wooden coffin!

"Ma'am, this is Aberforth's Christmas gift for you." Rolf pointed to the coffin and said, "He wishes you good health and longevity."

Shirley: "..."

Hermione: "..."

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