A day at Hogwarts

In the dim pig's head pub, Dumbledore told Charles many stories about werewolves.

At this time, Aberforth was going out with a bouquet of white flowers, and he helped lock the door when he told Dumbledore to leave.

"Oh," Dumbledore stood up, "let's go together."

Then he said to Charles, "I think you know what you're going to do next."

According to the principal, Charles should obediently return to the castle at this time.

But Charles was not so obedient, so he followed the two Dumbledores to the outside of the village.

He was more worried about going back to the castle at this time, in case he would sneak out as a violation of school rules when he met Snape or Filch, it was better to go back with the headmaster.

Lao Deng and A Deng didn't say anything, and let him follow, and the group came to the tombstone of Xiao Deng in the cemetery outside the village.

"Credence Dumbledore." Old Deng whispered to Charles, "my nephew."

A Deng put the flowers in front of his son's tombstone, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped them carefully.

The cemetery was probably cast by magic, and now the grass is green, and there are some weeds on the grass.

Lao Deng went to pull out the weeds, and Charles also went to help.

The two Dumbledores stood in front of the tomb for a long time without saying a word.

Charles also stood quietly, recalling things about this Credence.

Suddenly, he heard A Deng say to his brother: "If I die before you, you send us back to Godric's Hollow."

Charles was taken aback for a moment, thinking that A-Deng was already 108 years old this year, and the Statue of Liberty in the United States had just been completed in the year he was born.

Godric's Hollow is where they once lived, and Ariana Dumbledore, the younger sister of the Dumbledore family, is buried there.

Old Deng said: "I want to sleep in Hogwarts forever."

A Deng said: "I think the grassland by the lake is good, and there are usually very few people."

Charles was quietly listening to the two over one-hundred-year-olds chatting about their affairs. He couldn't help but think of the old man, and wondered whether he should tell him that he wanted to be buried in Highgate Cemetery.

The two old men talked for about ten minutes, and finally concluded that Lao Deng hoped that his tomb would be made of white marble.

When leaving, Dumbledore said to Charles: "The old man's topic is boring you."

Charles shook his head slightly and said nothing.

"Huh?" Dumbledore stopped when he was about to leave the cemetery, and walked to a nearby tomb.

The name on the tombstone of this tomb is Elphinstone Elcott, and a small white wreath is placed in front of the monument.

The flowers on the wreath were fresh, and the dew hadn't quite faded away.

"Who came to see Elphinstone?" Dumbledore was a little puzzled. "Today, Minerva is busy exchanging fish with the murlocs and making dried fish. Don't you have time to come?"

Aberforth said, "Probably someone else from the Elcott family."

Dumbledore thought about it too, and didn't delve into it any further, but he still told Charles when he left that this was Professor McGonagall's husband.

After walking out of the cemetery, Dumbledore suddenly said to Charles seriously: "Charles, if you have a girl you like, you must be responsible for her to the end, and stand up bravely to protect her."

"Don't be like my stupid brother."

Aberforth gave his brother a sideways look, and then said to Charles, "I like boys, too."

With black hair on his face, Charles turned to Aberforth and asked, "What if it's a goat?"

Aberforth said nonchalantly, "You'd know if you were Welsh."

Charles did not speak, studying the clouds in the sky.

At this time, Dumbledore didn't know how many times he severely reprimanded his brother: "At least normal Welsh people don't think about using magic to turn goats into people!"

Charles was so surprised that his head froze a bit, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood that if it was just an ordinary "casting a magic on a goat" it would not make such a big deal, and the newspapers would report it overwhelmingly.

He asked Aberforth very seriously, "Did it work?"

"Charles!" Old Deng became angry instantly, and the old wand pointed at the guy's head, his long beard trembling.

He regretted that last school year had put Charles and Voldemort in contact for so long.

According to some clues, Voldemort first started to study snakes, then gradually began to conduct research on human bodies, and finally transformed himself into what he is today without a nose.

Charles' current performance makes people worry that Voldemort's bad influence on young people is immeasurable.

Aberforth reached out and pushed aside his brother's elder wand, and said with a little joy, "Don't be too harsh on young people. Instead of scolding, guide them."

The corner of Lao Deng's mouth twitched, he said this himself.

"Hmph!" he said angrily, "I don't care about you, don't expect me to speak for you in court then!"

After he finished speaking, he quickly walked away angrily.

Aberforth dragged Charles back to the bar, then to the living room, and after a while of rummaging through the boxes, handed him a tattered notebook.

Charles turned over a few pages, gasped, and sighed: "It seems that the world has wrongly blamed you."

"Hmph!" Aberforth looked aggrieved, "Everyone in the world thinks they are the smartest, and others are stupid, they only do things according to their own ideas!"

"Albus is the dumbest of them all!"

"That idiot, who knows that I have a son, thinks like everyone else that I turned the goat into a human for... entertainment!"

"No matter how I explain it, the idiot doesn't believe me. It's just because there are not enough people in the bar, and he wants to find some goats to serve as waiters."

"What's wrong with using goats as waiters, and you don't need to pay wages, just feed some grass and corn every day."

Charles sighed secretly in his heart, Britain is indeed a veteran capitalist country.

"I misunderstood you," he said sincerely, "I thought it was because Godric's Hollow is close to Wales, you... ouch!"

Aberforth hit the fellow hard on the head with his wand.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a very uncertain tone, "You don't really want to do something with the sheep, do you?"

Charles immediately shook his head. If it was a sheepman girl from another world orc, it would be fine, but a simple sheep would be fine. After he is so handsome, he will not be afraid of having no girls, and he will not need four legs.

Aberforth said lightly: "This notebook is for you, you can use it as a table leg or do whatever you want."

Charles asked him suspiciously, "Why did you give it to me?"

Aberforth shrugged and said, "Because Albus talks about you a lot, saying you're smart."

The question mark on Charles' head still didn't subside, and he looked at him puzzled.

I didn't have much contact with him before, that is, Tu Qingjing was here every two weeks to listen to Lu Ping's report on work, so I didn't know him very well.

Charles wondered if it might be Dumbledore's operation, but the grandfather didn't give this kind of experience if he wanted to give away the plug-in.

He couldn't figure it out, and finally decided not to think about it anymore, thanked Aberforth and went back.