My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 442 Where is the treasure, where is the heart

Dumbledore was alone, sitting in an empty house, half of his face was reddened by the fire, but the other half of his face could always feel the cold of the wind and snow outside the window, his ears were filled with the sound of the cold wind, With blurred eyes, he repeated the action of picking up dessert from the pile of cockroaches.

How many years has it been since you tasted your favorite sweets on this table like today?

He suddenly felt uncomfortable sitting on the stool under his buttocks, he could not help but press the armrest to stand up, lowered his head, and walked slowly to the other chair with its back to the fireplace, with a weight comparable to two souls on his shoulders, he Sighing, he sat down, feeling the familiar touch from the cushion, the springiness that was full of elasticity and loosened by age even pulled him directly to the winter night that he never wanted to recall decades ago .

Wax oil dripped down the candles and candlesticks onto the table, just like the splashes of oil splashed by young Ariana wielding a knife and fork.

There was a sigh next to his ear. Hearing this heavy woman's voice, Dumbledore was startled suddenly. He turned his head and saw that his mother, whom he hadn't seen for many years, was putting down the knife and fork, and stretched out her arms to wipe the corners of her little daughter's mouth with a towel. , she was a little annoyed, but her eyes were filled with guilt and pampering.

"Albus, you can't spoil her too much." Kendela complained about her elder son, in such a broken family with a rebellious younger son and a mentally disturbed younger daughter, it was she who pushed all problems to Dumbledore The only usual and practical method, as expected, Ariana, who was sitting next to Aberforth, couldn't bear her brother being scolded by her mother, and took the initiative to wipe the table with a napkin.

In front of him was a non-existent turkey dinner. For this family that was once on the verge of collapse, such a Christmas dinner was also a rare luxury.

The whole family chatted and laughed as they savored the assortment of dishes on the table. Only Ariana raised her head to express concern for him from time to time, and Aberforth pretended not to see him, and continued to put meat in the bowls of his sister and mother. All that was left in front of Dumbledore was the ridiculous heap of cockroaches.

Like an outsider, he broke off a cockroach and threw it into his mouth. The carapace melted by the fireplace was slowly crushed by his teeth, and the syrup wrapped in it burst between the teeth, gradually filling the entire mouth with a bitter feeling. Immediately covering all of Dumbledore's taste buds, he didn't spit out the bitter syrup, but let it ferment on the tip of his tongue.

Aberforth, who was sitting opposite, sneered, and stuffed another piece of freshly cut chicken into his sister's mouth with a fork.

The Christmas dinner was going on happily, Dumbledore turned his head and looked around the room—the graffiti left by Ariana, the second-hand broom that Aberforth piled up in the corner, the broom that his mother had just put down, and the broom that Nelson had just put down. Dark spots blocked by cabinets.

He remembered the black spot. At the end of this dinner, Ariana, who suddenly became emotionally unstable, ushered in the same silent outbreak as usual, but at that time Dumbledore had left the dining room to read in the house, In an explosion that was enough to destroy the house, Kendra Dumbledore was wiped out in order to protect her daughter, leaving only the ugly mark painted on the wall, which became a scar that could not heal in Dumbledore's heart.

He finally understood that the family in front of him was just a fantasy he missed, even though they were very real, he hadn't even noticed that Aberforth was not the thin boy back then, but had already become a strong and powerful man.

It all made sense to Dumbledore, too, because the younger brother had been growing up, but the mother and sister had stayed on to their last day.

"Brother, why are you crying?" Arianna asked, tilting her head, blinking her eyes with a fork in her mouth, "Isn't it delicious?"

Dumbledore stared at his sensible sister, opened his mouth, dazed, a line of muddy tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, he finally couldn't hide the pain and longing in his heart, stretched out his hand to Ariana's flushed face.

But there was nothing there, his hand went straight through Arianna, like stroking bubbles and phantoms, and even shattered everything he had imagined with great difficulty, Arianna's figure flew apart like a bubble in an instant, The brightness of the candlestick in front of him also decreased a lot, and when he turned his head, his mother's figure disappeared, only the big meal on the table was still steaming.

He cast his eyes on the last person sitting across from him, the bearded Aberforth.

"Don't stretch out the dirty hand that you just caught the cockroach," Aberforth said with a frown as he blocked Dumbledore's hand with a fork, still in the same dissatisfied look. Disgusting."

"Huh? Aberforth?" Dumbledore blinked, everything in front of him broke free from fantasy, a sumptuous meal surrounded by piles of cockroaches, mother and sister's seats were floating in from the open window Maybe it was because they were so similar to old people that Dumbledore mistook them, or maybe it was because he missed them so much that he regarded such abstract snowflakes as old people.

"I come back every year. I'm not you, Professor Dumbledore," Aberforth snorted coldly. There was a deep bony scar on his left cheek, which was held together by dragon scales like a staple. Painted some green dragon's blood on it, it looked like someone had beaten it, he pointed to the pile of cockroaches on the table, frowned and asked, "What is that? It looks really scary Nausea."

"Pile of cockroaches."

"what?"

"Dessert, it was given to me by Nelson." The window of the hut was opened from the outside, from which Aberforth should have crept in, and the influx of cold wind blew out several candles, and this was the dimly lit Why, Dumbledore leaned back in the chair and said softly, "It tastes good, it just looks alike."

Hearing this, Aberforth unceremoniously reached out and took one from the middle, threw it into his mouth and swallowed it, and commented, "It's not bad."

"When will a good word come out of your mouth? My dear brother."

"Nelson is a very good kid, more responsible than you."

"..."

Dumbledore was speechless and shook his head.

"Do you want to eat something together? I brought a lot," Aberforth pointed to the big meal on the table and asked, "I can't finish it by myself, I'm afraid it will be wasted."

"You didn't poison, did you?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"You have suffered this year." Aberforth pointed to the clip still hanging on Dumbledore's arm. Even with Dumbledore's level of magic, it would be difficult to get it off his arm in a short while. , "Is it strong enough? I released it three years ago."

Dumbledore shook his arm and praised: "Nice little curse, if you put all your mind into practicing magic, you will be very different."

"And then? Become a powerful wizard? Become a black wizard or a white wizard? Become a cold-blooded careerist like Grindelwald or become a despicable person like you?!"

Aberforth's emotions finally broke out, he hammered the table so hard that the fork in his hand even jumped a few centimeters, seeing Dumbledore's sad expression, he gritted his teeth and shook his head: "Damn it! You are always like this... eat it, eat it, if you don't eat it, it will be cold."

After that, he tore off a turkey leg, biting vigorously one by one as if venting. Dumbledore saw his younger brother reincarnated like a starved ghost, chuckled, and brought a plate of elbows to his face.

The two brothers seemed to be holding a competition. Neither of them thought that the other could eat so much, not even themselves.

After a full meal, leftovers and broken bones were scattered everywhere. Aberforth was lying on the chair picking his teeth. Suddenly, the pile of cockroaches in front of him moved, and he immediately jumped up from the chair in fright. , pointing at the pile of cockroaches, and shouted sharply: "The one you gave me is not really a live cockroach, is it?"

"They seem to have the idea of ​​making a moving cockroach pile, but..." Dumbledore blinked, and in the middle of Aberforth's tasting, a chocolate cockroach was pushed out of it, and then, a The milky white head protruded from the exposed hole, which was Nelson's exclamation mark for Dumbledore.

I saw the little guy bouncing down the hill of cockroaches, clearing the dining table with a weight that didn't match his tiny body, and, as Nelson said, they were professionals when it came to cleaning.

"Will the dessert shop consider the problem of customers not cleaning up?" Aberforth lay back and stared at the exclamation mark with interest, "Is this also given to you by Nelson?"

"Now it seems that it should be."

"Interesting, it actually walks with its head." Aberforth stretched out his hand, grabbed the little man, fiddled with it a few times, and put it back on the dining table. "Whenever he makes one for me."

"He stuffed your shop with them while you were away," said Dumbledore. "My friend told me that Nelson seemed concerned that your shabby pub might be invaded."

"Your friend? That dirty thief?" Aberforth shrugged and said disdainfully, "You are really suitable for making more friends like this... But Nelson still knows who is good for him."

"Everyone has their own value," Dumbledore spread his hands, and finally took the clip off his wrist, where it was strangled bruises, he looked at Aberforth, and asked softly, "You are here today too Did you quarrel?"

"No, I would never waste time arguing with people like you," Aberforth choked while denying, his expression quickly became serious, he picked up a cup and put the exclamation mark on it, low Said in a loud voice, "Nurmengard has made a big move recently. Many wizards avoided the closely monitored Nurmengard and the center, and set off in the direction of Bulgaria with some dangerous magical animals."

"It doesn't sound very secretive?"

"Merlin's snuff bottle... damn, where do you think the bruise on my face came from?" Aberforth said angrily, "I was one of them when I subdued a hornet Scars left on me."

"Fantastic animals? Is it really useful?" Dumbledore murmured, "History keeps telling us that it is really difficult for wizards to use the power of magical animals, and they are not easy to control."

"I didn't expect you to study history?" Aberforth seized the opportunity to choke again, and continued, "It's not that kind of very powerful magical animals, mainly rare magical animals and magical animals with a large circulation in the market. Lord, if it wasn't Nurmengard, and it wasn't so sneaky, I'd even think it was just a big magical animal smuggling."

"There is a lot of circulation in the market?" Dumbledore frowned. "Owl? Toad?"

"It's not that kind of pet, it's a magical animal used to make potions and alchemy props." Aberforth shook his head and said, "The factory run by Nelson purchases a large amount of similar raw materials every day, and these magical animals are entrained in It was introduced secretly, because it was too scattered and did not receive much attention from the outside world, and I seriously suspect that they are planning to mass-produce some shady things there.”

"Is there a specific list?"

"Have."

Aberforth took out a crumpled piece of paper from his bosom, as if he had just wiped his nose, and pushed it towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stuffed it into his arms without even looking at it, and continued to ask, "Anything else?"

"Grindelwald likes to play with building blocks recently, does this count?"

"Forget it." Dumbledore nodded, "As long as it's related to him, it counts."

"If that counts," Aberforth looked at Dumbledore in surprise. He always felt that Dumbledore just wanted to know about Grindelwald's recent situation, but after thinking for a moment he said, "He's still next to Nurmengard. On the back of the mountain, a scaffolding was built with wooden sticks, and no one else was allowed to approach, but I couldn't understand what it was used for. He also tied a lot of kites to that shelf, and he seemed to want to go to the sky, but He failed in the end. In addition, he ordered someone to import some Muggle books to his dark tower. The content is basically about Muggle science and engineering, but I think he probably can't read them. "

"Well……"

"The rest are all related to Nelson, but his group of friends are as slippery as eels, with many perverted rules, they can't get involved at all," Aberforth scratched his head, "I only applied for one day of leave, I'm going back to feed the dragon soon, is there anything else you want to know?"

"Want to come with me to see them?" Dumbledore looked towards the empty seat at the table.

"I go every year, but you should go and see." Aberforth released the exclamation point from the cup, raised his wand, turned his body slowly, and disappeared.

Dumbledore sighed, got up and walked towards the door.

"How can I not come for a long time?"

"If that wasn't a bad joke Credence and Nelson made on me together...wouldn't you be able to come back too?"

In the wind and snow, someone's figure gradually disappeared.

"Where the treasure is, there is the heart."

　Went yesterday for Tom and Nelson's birthday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)